Chapter 47 Chapter 47
Lily
It’s late, and Sebastian still hasn’t come home. I try not to panic, but the fear—deep-rooted from past traumas—tightens in my chest. Every minute feels heavier.
When the elevator dings, I don’t wait. I rush to him the moment the doors slide open. My arms wrap around him like I’m afraid he’ll vanish again.
“Where were you?” I whisper, breathless with worry.
He holds me close, his voice low and rough. “Now that I’m back in the city, there’s too much to take care of, baby.”
Before I can reply, his lips crash against mine—desperate, hungry, like he’s missed me all day.
He pulls back just enough to whisper, his voice full of command and fire, “Take off your clothes. Sit on the couch. Legs spread open.”
I do exactly as he says, the fabric slipping from my skin as I settle onto the couch, legs parted just as he ordered. The air feels thicker, heavier with anticipation.
Sebastian disappears into the hallway, and I hear the soft click of a drawer. My breath catches when he returns, holding the sleek familiar black box in his hand. There’s a glint in his eyes—a mix of mischief and control—as he approaches.
I bite my lower lip, watching him closely, heat already pooling low in my stomach.
He sets the box down, opens it slowly, and pulls out a butt plug—something small, elegant, and intimidating all at once. My heart beats faster as he kneels in front of me, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Let’s see how much you can take tonight,” he says darkly, brushing his fingers along my thigh. He moves with steady hands, his touch firm yet patient. I tense as he presses the butt plug against my hole, my breath hitching. He stretch my hole intensely and I let out a gasp, gripping the edge of the couch.
“Breathe, baby,” he murmurs, his voice deep and steady. “You’re doing so well.”
Tears brim at the corner of my eyes—not from pain alone, but from the flood of emotion, from how vulnerable I feel in his hands, and how much I still crave his closeness. After putting it inside my butt hole, he fingers me, fast with need and I am just screaming and sobbing all mixed up together. He removes his finger and licks it then he removes his clothe until he is standing naked in front of me. He puts his dick inside my pussy. I shout. His dick plus the plug in my butt, the sensation overwhelms me—every nerve ending ignited, every inch of my skin burning under his touch. I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to handle how deep it all feels.
“Eyes on me, baby,” Sebastian commands, his voice like a dark velvet thread pulling me back.
I open them slowly, breathless, lips parted as I lock onto his gaze. He’s completely focused—devouring me with his eyes, driving me mad with every movement. I moan his name, desperate and undone.
“Sebastian, please…” I breathe out, trembling.
“What is it, baby?” he asks, though he already knows.
“This is… too much,” I whisper, pleasure flooding my senses until my voice barely holds.
“No,” he growls softly, tightening his grip on my waist. “Take it. All of it.”
His rhythm deepens and quickens, and I surrender—falling apart under the weight of everything I’ve ever felt for him. We come together—our bodies trembling, breaths uneven. I’m sobbing softly, overwhelmed, every emotion I’ve buried for months now crashing through me. Sebastian gently turns me onto my side, his touch suddenly tender.
He removes the butt plug carefully, brushing his fingers against my lower back. “You did so well, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with pride, with something deeper… love, maybe.
I curl into his chest, tears still on my cheeks, but his arms around me feel like safety. He spanks my ass teasingly. “Let’s go eat.” He says.
Sebastian sits on the couch, his fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the dim light. I walk over and lower myself onto his lap, curling my arms around his neck.
“You won’t gift me anything, now that you’re back after so long?” I tease, brushing a hand through his perfectly trimmed beard. He looks at me. Looking so handsome.
“What do you want?”
I smile, letting my fingers drift down his chest. “Do you remember when we had to return early… cutting our honeymoon short?”
His lips curl into a half-smirk, his whiskey-warmed breath brushing my skin. “You want to go to Paris?”
I shake my head slowly. “No. I want to go somewhere far from here… an island with white sandy beaches, quiet sunsets, just you and me.” I kiss him slowly—he tastes like whiskey and home.
“Maldieves? Seychelles?” he murmurs, his hand sliding down my back. “Just say it, and I’ll take you.”
“Mauritius,” I whisper, biting his lip gently.
He leans back with a soft chuckle, his eyes gleaming. “Wow, baby. Mauritius sounds perfect. Alright—I’ll make the arrangements.”
“And what will I get in return?” he asks, his voice laced with teasing curiosity.
I lean in closer, my lips brushing his ear. “A special treat,” I murmur with a wicked grin.
He parts my legs and moves my panties aside, his fingers rubs me and he inserts two fingers inside of me. I bite my lips, closing my eyes I sink my head back in his shoulder.
“Hmm…” I let out a moan.
“You’re dripping, baby,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. His fingers move inside me with skilled precision, drawing breathless moans from my lips. He bites my earlobe gently, then picks up his pace—rough, fast, and relentless.
“Sebastian.”
“Yes baby?” he whispers.
“Don’t stop.”
He suddenly stops, then delivers a sharp smack to my pussy hard, making me gasp. Before I can catch my breath, his fingers slide back in—faster, deeper, relentless—until I cry out, coming all over his finger.