Scream my name.

Scream my name.
“Come sit beside me,” Sebastian said as he patted the bed, motioning for Claudia to join him.
She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll only sit beside you when I’m fully dressed,” she purred playfully, though Sebastian easily caught the hint behind her words.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared I’ll touch you?” he teased, tilting his head to the side.
Claudia scoffed. “Since you don’t want me to tell you, then I guess I’ll have to keep my mouth shut,” she teased, earning a soft chuckle from Sebastian.
“Alright then, get dressed and come take a seat beside me,” he said.
Claudia nodded. “Turn around,” she purred, her voice now serious, the playful tone gone.
“Why should I turn around? I’ve already seen you half-naked, so it’s about time I see you completely naked,” Sebastian replied with a smirk.
Claudia rolled her eyes. “Turn around, okay? I mean it,” she said firmly, making it clear she wasn’t joking.
He stood up from the bed where he was seated and turned around until his back was now facing Claudia while his front was fixed on the wall in front of him.
“Please, don’t turn around,” Claudia spat, her voice laced with a pleading edge as she swiftly began to wear her panties with trembling hands.
After that, she took off the towel around her chest, allowing it to slide onto the floor, and then she began to wear her bra.
But then, Sebastian swiftly turned towards her with his eyes wide open. “Baby girl, are you aware that I have literally seen your…”
The words of Sebastian hung in the air, and with a swift motion, he once more turned back around to face the wall while Claudia hurriedly grabbed the towel on the floor and used it to cover her body.
“What the hell, Sebastian! Didn’t I ask you not to turn around!” Claudia yelled, scolding Sebastian with a cold tone as rage burned deep within her.
He swallowed hard, guilt suddenly gnawing at him. “I… I was just trying to mess around,” he stammered, raising his hands upward as he scratched the back of his ear. “I didn’t mean to look,” Sebastian went on to utter, his words sounding more like an apology.
Still, that didn’t stop Claudia from burning with rage. “Did you see anything?” she asked, holding her breath while silently praying Sebastian would say no.
He shook his head. “I… I didn’t,” he mumbled. “I don’t think I even opened my eyes when I turned around,” he added, though his last words were a lie.
Claudia exhaled deeply and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door with a loud thud. “What the hell is wrong with him?” she muttered, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
She had asked Sebastian if he saw anything because scars covered her back which was a reminders of the beatings she had suffered from her abusive father. When Sebastian turned around, her bare back had been exposed to him, revealing every mark she had fought so hard to hide.
Exhaling!
With a deep exhale, Claudia wore her bra and grabbed a bathrobe, slipping it on before stepping out of the bathroom. Sebastian’s gaze was still fixed on the wall.
“You can turn around,” Claudia mumbled, and almost immediately, Sebastian turned to face her.
He forced a smile and sat on the bed. “Come and join me,” he whispered, patting the side of the bed for her to sit.
Claudia did as he asked and soon found herself seated just a few inches away from him.
“So, tell me, how can I please someone without offering sex?” Claudia inquired. More than anything, finding a way to satisfy Mr. Harold was her biggest concern.
“Oh, about that,” Sebastian began, his gaze fixed on her. “You could please my dad with a dry hump. Besides, you’re quite good at that.”
Claudia laughed out loud. “No offense, but I don’t want your dad’s body and mine coming anywhere close.”
Sebastian chuckled softly. “No offense taken,” he mumbled with a faint smile. “Why don’t you try pleasing yourself instead? I bet my father would be satisfied if he sees you do that in front of him.”
Claudia frowned. “But I don’t know how to do that,” she admitted before shifting to the far end of the bed and lying down. “I just… my biggest concern is that your father might send me away from this mansion. If he does, I don’t know what else to do with my life.” Her tone was heavy with hurt.
Sebastian exhaled deeply, opened the box of pizza, and took out a slice. He gently shook Claudia’s shoulder, and when she turned to look at him, he offered her the slice.
“Get up, Claudia. You still need strength to get through the night.”
“That’s true,” Claudia murmured, sitting up and taking the pizza from his hand before taking a bite. “I just wish I could find a way to…” Her words trailed off as she continued chewing. “If only I could find a way to repay the debt I owe Mr. Harold, then at least I’d be free.”
She reached out her hand, and Sebastian passed her the bottle of milkshake he had brought along.
“Do you owe my father a debt?” Sebastian inquired, since he hadn’t heard anything about it.
Claudia shrugged her shoulders and shook her head sideways. “It’s none of your business. Besides, it’s still strange that you’ve been so caring toward me. Do you need a favour from me?”
“No, I don’t. But instead, I want you to ask a favour from me because…”
Sebastian paused mid-sentence, then gently cupped Claudia’s cheek and leaned closer until his breath was only inches away from her lips.
“Baby girl, it would be so nice if you asked me for a favour. Because, if I’m being honest, seeing you always makes me imagine the kind of sex I’d have with you and the kind that would make you scream my name in pleasure.” He purred, and without warning, Sebastian leaned in and pressed his lips against Claudia’s.
She froze, her mind screaming at her to pull away yet her heart refused to listen.