Chapter 15: Her Daring Side (18+)

SEBASTIAN

My eyes widened in shock at what she just said. This woman… she is fucking interesting. She is making me like her even more. She just proves she wasn’t just an obedient wife who wanted to please her unfaithful husband—but also wanted to be pleased too. Not only had she taken me like a damn pro, but now she was brave enough to want my dick inside her. She's daring. Hungry. Fucking tempting.

My eyes flicked to the camera above. The red light was still blinking. I had intentionally set the entire room red so she wouldn’t notice the trap—and indeed, she didn’t. But the most interesting part? I wasn’t just going to have a video of his wife sucking me… but I'm going to record her getting fucked by me too.

I’ll let him taste what it feels like—betrayed by someone you called a best friend.

I crossed my legs, letting my breath settle after the mind-blowing blowjob this cute little bunny had just given me.

"Make love to you, Alma… what are you talking about?" I asked, calmly,

She bit her lower lip, her gaze lowering and her chest rising with rapid breaths. Then, after a long, shuddering inhale, she lifted her eyes to meet mine. Daring.

"I will show you what I’m talking about," she whispered—and without breaking eye contact, she peeled off her lingerie, standing completely naked.

My body tensed at her boldness, heat pooling low, making my dick press insistently against my trousers. Feeling hungry already.

She walked slowly toward the bed and lay down flat, legs parting wide, her pink core fully in view. My pulse quickened, every nerve alive as I took in the sight she offered so freely.

My grip tightened on the sofa, and I swallowed a lump in my throat. Am I the predator… or the prey in this game? I hoped I wouldn’t get trapped in my own trap—because this little woman might just be my doom.

Involuntarily, I stood, walking toward her. My hands tugged into my pockets as I circled the bed, watching her chest rise and fall with quick, shallow breaths.

"Alma," I said calmly, my voice firm, "when you want me to fuck you, don’t use the word love."

Because there's only one woman I love, and she will always be the only one. The rest are just a flick game, and Alma is a tool in my revenge.

Her breath hitched.

"Then fuck me, Sebastian," she said, her voice trembling—but her eyes held steady, burning with desire.

I traced my finger from her forehead, down the bridge of her nose, and along the center of her chest, past her navel. Her breath hitched as her head fell back, exposing her fragility. I continued downward, following the curve of her well-shaved pussy, letting my finger brush over her sensitive apex.

She squirmed, instinctively trying to close her legs against the rising desire.

I tapped her softly on her thighs. "Keep them open, Alma," I commanded.

She obeyed immediately, parting her lips, and a soft moan slipped from her mouth. My pulse quickened at her surrender; damn it, she's fucking hot.

I pressed my thumb against her clit, and she jerked, moaning loudly. She squirmed, trying to pull away again, but her legs stayed parted. I had always been curious how she tasted—the very juice I had teased her about—and now, finally, I could find out.

I slowly slid my middle finger into her folds, thrusting gently, my eyes locked on her trembling body as pleasure consumed her. Her juices touched my fingers. My jaw tightened as I pulled them out and slowly shoved them into my mouth, and—fuck—she was just as sweet as I had imagined.

Without hesitation, I lowered myself, eager to taste more. I pressed forward, flicking my tongue over her clit, savoring every drop. Her moans filled the room, her hands tangled in my hair as she jerked her hips toward me, desperate for more.

I continued, sucking and nipping at her folds, taking my time. Her legs curled, hips bucking wildly, and she spilled more of herself onto my tongue. I greedily stayed still, making sure not a single drop escaped onto the bed, consuming every bit of her in a slow, deliberate motion.

I stood, watching her completely exhausted, yet flushed with desire. Just one orgasm, and she was already trembling, but no—her curiosity hadn’t run its course yet. She wanted to feel what it was like to be fucked, and of course she would.

I slowly pulled myself out, and her eyes went wide. She gasped, her expression a mix of shock and anticipation. I chuckled softly, savoring her reaction—was she scared, or was it excitement that made her tremble like this?

I rubbed the tip against her wet folds, and she jerked her head back with a gasp.

Instantly I slid in slowly, a loud moan escaped her lips, and her fingers dug into the sheets.

Fuck, she is damn tight. I pushed in carefully, letting her stretch around me, every inch a satisfying resistance.

“Oh my gosh… Sebastian,” she moaned, voice trembling.

I moved gently at first, letting her body adjust, then gradually picked up my pace. My chest tightened as I watched her react—her moans spilling, tits bouncing with each thrust. Hunger darkened in my eyes at the sight of it. I leaned down, wrapping my mouth around one, sucking and nipping while my hand kept the other busy, as I took a turn of it. Her legs wrapped instinctively around my waist, pulling me deeper.

“Ahhh… Bastine!” she screamed.

Something inside me snapped as blood rushed violently through my veins. Her voice, the way she said my name—no one has ever called my name like that; it was strange and dangerously pulling. I thrust harder, losing myself in the way her body welcomed mine, every moan a pull I couldn’t resist.

I pulled out just slightly before slamming back into her, hard. She bit down on my shoulder, and a loud growl left my throat, a mix of pain and pleasure igniting something primal inside me. My thrusts grew more rapidly and relentlessly. She jerked and shuddered again, spilling herself over me, her body trembling under my control.

But my release… it always lasted longer.

I drove into her with unyielding force, chasing the edge that built steadily in my own body. She squirmed beneath me, but my weight pinned her, her fragile frame trapped beneath my dominance.

Her blue eyes locked on mine, shimmering with unshed tears. Her mouth parted, like she wanted to speak—but before words could form, only my name slipped from her lips, tender and breathless, carrying a vulnerability that made something inside me explode and tighten further.

Her body tightened around me, driving me faster, pushing me toward the edge. My release grew relentlessly, a deep growl rumbling from my chest. With one final, brutal thrust, I spilled into her, raw and full.

My breath ragged, I rested my head against her chest, still buried inside her. She tugged at my hair, holding me close. In that moment, something inside me shifted—only one person had ever treated me like this, only one person I would love until my last breath. And that was a promise I was going to adhere to.

But even so… the way she moved, the way she gave herself—it felt good, too.

Silence stretched between us, heavy and intimate.

“Sebastian,” she murmured.

“Hmmm,” I replied, my eyes closed, as the warmth of her touch eased the tension in me.

“I… I would like you to fuck me next time,” she whispered, soft and firm.

My eyes snapped open.