Reinvention of Chastity (16 page)

“Finger your clit for me,” he ordered huskily.

She rubbed two fingers between her swollen cunt lips, squirming and moaning. “Sebastian, I’m going to come.”

“Then do it. Don’t hold back.”

Chastity’s thighs quivered, the movement slowly taking over her entire body. “Sebastian! Oh my God!”

A warm stream of honey flowed from her cunt and oozed down her crack. His cock was slicker than ever. His own orgasm was near.

Pounding into her luscious backside as hard as he could, he shot his seed up her rectum. “This ass belongs to me and only me.”

“Yes! It’s yours!” she cried, pulling him against her, their mouths melding together.

The table, not built to take their collective weight, began to wobble.

“Damn, I have to get up before this thing collapses under us,” he sighed.

No sooner had the words left his mouth, did the table give way, sending them crashing to the floor.

Chastity broke Sebastian’s fall. Her hands flew to her face and her shoulders started to shake. Alarm seized him. He’d hurt her. Sebastian 115

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eased his cock out of her ass, his come seeping out. “Chastity, are you okay? Honey, speak to me.” Her shoulders shook even harder. “Baby, tell me where it hurts. Please, don’t cry.”

She took her hands off her face and to his surprise she was laughing.

“Chastity, I thought you were hurt.”

She laughed louder than ever. “I’m sorry, but that was pretty funny. I guess you’re going to have to get a new kitchen table.” She wiped a tear from her eye. Now that he knew Chastity was okay, he also saw the humor in the situation. Sebastian had seen plenty of movies where people had had sex on the kitchen or dining room table, but none of the scenes ever ended quite like this.

Pulling her close, he stroked Chastity’s back, wishing the moment would never end, but he knew it would have to. Just how could he convince her that what they had was more than just sex?

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“I can’t thank you enough for taking care of me and sending your housekeeper over to clean my place. I owe you so much,” Chastity sighed. When she’d checked her answering machine from Sebastian’s place there’d been a message from her mother, who said she’d be in town around seven, which gave them plenty of time to get her house ready.

“It’s my pleasure.”

“And you don’t mind keeping Fluffy and Monty with you? I know how much you dislike them, but I—”

He covered her lips with one finger. “Chastity, it’s okay. I don’t mind doing this for you.”

And that was exactly what worried her. What was Sebastian up to?

First, he’d taken care of her. She supposed she could have objected, but that would only have ended with her getting thoroughly fucked.

“I accept your thanks. Look, I should get going since you want some alone time with your mother.”

She lowered her lids, trying to hide her anxiety.

“What?”

“What what?”

“What was that look for? I thought you wanted me to go, although I’d much rather stay.”

“Seeing my mother always makes me nervous.”

“Why?”

“We don’t really have a typical mother-daughter relationship. I don’t want you to think that my reluctance for you to meet her is because of you.”

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“I see. Well, unless you hide me in your bedroom, I don’t think there’s any avoiding that now.”

She frowned, her forehead creasing. “What do you mean?”

“Is that her coming up your driveway?”

“Oh, crap,” she muttered. With a shrug, Chastity released a deep sigh. “Well, I guess you’ll get your wish after all.”

“Is it really going to be so bad?” he asked gently.

“You’ll find out soon enough for yourself.” An impending sense of dread washed over her. When the doorbell rang, Chastity took a deep breath and answered.

Instead of a hello or long time no see, Brenda’s eyes widened. “What happened to you?” The question came out as though it was an unpleasant surprise to see her daughter’s transformation.

There wasn’t much that had changed about her mother however. Still slender as ever, Brenda’s caramel skin glowed without the hint of a wrinkle, belying her forty-six years, although she’d only admit to forty of those years. Her perfectly coiffed hair rested on her shoulders, and make-up expertly done. She reminded Chastity of a younger, sexier version of Diane Carroll.

“How was your trip?” Chastity ignored Brenda’s question, opening her door wider to let her mother in.

Brenda frowned. “Are those cats around?”

“No, they’re at a friend’s.”

When Brenda’s hazel gaze locked on Sebastian, a faint look of surprise entered her eyes before a wide smile split her face. “Well, hello.

Don’t tell me you’re one of Chastity’s friends.” She held out her hand as though she expected him to kiss it.

Chastity rolled her eyes.
Here we go.

Sebastian shook the hand offered to him, but immediately let it go much to Brenda’s obvious displeasure. “Sebastian Rossi. I’m very pleased to meet you, ma’am.”

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time they think I’m the younger one, but my daughter has always been a bit of an old soul.”

Chastity balled her fists at her side. Her mother was bearable and actually fun to be with when there wasn’t a man around. “How about I put your things in the room you’ll be sleeping in tonight. Would you like something to drink?” Chastity asked as a means to escape the now stifled room.

“Diet soda…if you have it. I’m trying to maintain my girlish figure. It really wouldn’t hurt if you put forth the effort either, dear.” The barb hit its mark, making Chastity’s face grow hot with embarrassment. Seeming satisfied that she’d gotten her point across, Brenda then turned to her prey. “Now, Sebastian, tell me what you do for a living,” the older woman cooed, smiling at him like the Cheshire cat.

Humiliation and anger burned in Chastity’s stomach. Not waiting to hear Sebastian’s response, she left the room to put her mother’s things in the bedroom before storming to the kitchen. She knew this would happen the moment her mother laid eyes on Sebastian. No matter what the circumstances, the woman just wouldn’t stop competing.

He was probably eating it up, just like the other men Brenda set out to charm, so it was a surprise to find him pacing the floor, a perturbed expression on his face when she returned.

“Here’s your soda, Brenda. I hope diet cola is okay.”

“Thank you, honey. Sebastian and I were having the most delightful conversation. You didn’t tell me he was your boss, Chastity. I guess that explains why he’s here.”

Chastity didn’t have to ask her mother what that meant because she already knew. Normally, Brenda’s cattiness just rolled off her back, but with Sebastian standing witness, the comments stung.

“And exactly why would you think I’m here?” Sebastian asked, turning his quizzical green gaze her mother’s way.

“You’re obviously here to work. Chastity is always willing to go that extra mile. She was like that in school as well, doing extra credit work—

you know, always the teacher’s pet. But, I guess since she didn’t have much of a social life, she didn’t have anything better to do.”

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“Brenda, I doubt Sebastian wants to hear anymore about my high school years,” Chastity said through clenched teeth, her face burning with shame.

“On the contrary. I’d love to hear more,” Sebastian said, taking a seat next to Brenda.

The older woman beamed triumphantly, sending her daughter a smug look as she touched Sebastian on the knee. “I have so many stories to tell. I don’t know where to start,” Brenda trilled.

Chastity took a seat, with the feeling of her heart being squeezed. If she could just imagine she was somewhere else right now, this wouldn’t be so bad.

Sebastian prodded. “I’m sure you can think of something.” Why was he doing this to her? Had he fallen under her mother’s spell too? Brenda was a man-eater and if Sebastian couldn’t see through it, then they were welcome to each other.

“Well, you really can’t say she’s had the most exciting life. I guess she takes after her father, God rest his soul. He had a lot of meat on his bones too, but it looks so much more attractive on a man.” Brenda’s eyes cut slyly in Chastity’s direction, and it took everything within her not to get up and walk out of the room.

She should have known that nothing much had changed where her mother was concerned, but Chastity hadn’t counted on someone witnessing it.

“I will have to disagree with you there. I think a little extra ‘meat’ as you so delightfully put it, looks rather well on some women. And maybe I’m a little biased where Chastity is concerned, but I think she carries herself rather well.”

Chastity didn’t know whether to laugh at the comical look on Brenda’s face, who clearly wasn’t used to being gainsaid, or to smile at Sebastian’s defense of her.

Again her mother laughed, this time sounding phonier than ever.

“You’re such a sweet man, Sebastian, for being so kind to Chastity. I am, of course, glad to see that she’s not a total disaster now. Lord knows she’s spent most of her life in the awkward stage. I guess she inherited some of my genes after all.” Brenda sighed like the long-suffering matron.

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“She certainly didn’t inherit her personality from you. On my short observation, you two are night and day,” he intimated.

“Oh, heavens no. I’m much more outgoing. I guess that’s why all of her little friends used to gravitate toward me, whenever she brought them home.”

Sebastian looked Chastity’s way, but she refused to meet his eyes.

She felt like screaming and telling her mother to stop running her down, but once again, the old insecurities took over. She looked down at her lap, her hands tightly clenched together.

“Can I ask you something, Brenda?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave.

“Of course, sweetheart. You can ask me anything.”

“Great, because I’d really like to know why you feel the need to rip your daughter apart the way you do. You just met me, yet you’ve let me know just how little you think of her. She’s sat there and taken it like a lady, when most women would have knocked you out by now. You claim to have the looks and personality between the two of you, but it’s obvious to me who got the class.”

Brenda’s mouth fell open, giving her the appearance of a gaping fish.

She wasn’t the only one left speechless because Chastity was floored.

Chastity couldn’t remember a time when anyone, let alone a male, had ever talked to her mother like that.

Brenda took a moment to recover. Blinking, she said, “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me. If you haven’t figured it out yet, Chastity and I are more than just employer and employee. I care about her very much and take exception to anyone talking about her in the way you have for the past twenty minutes.”

Brenda shot Chastity a pleading look. “Are you going to allow him to talk to me like that, Chastity?”

“Uh, Sebastian, I think it’s probably best if you left. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me this week, but I need to spend some alone time with my mother.”

His mouth tightened. “Is that what you really want?”

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She nodded. “I think it’s for the best. Let me walk you to your car.”

Once they were outside, Sebastian let loose. “How could you just sit there and let her do that to you?”

“She’s been doing it all my life. I’m used to it now. Most times, she’s really not like she was just now.”

“There was a lot more I would like to have told her, but I had to keep in mind that she’s your mother. It’s too bad she’s forgotten that.”

Chastity was touched by his indignation on her behalf. She placed her hand against his broad chest, stood on the tip of her toes and gave him a kiss on his jaw. “Thank you. No one has ever stood up for me like that before.”

“Then why are you asking me to leave? Her picking will probably get worse without me around.”

“No. It will get better. She only gets that way when there are men around, and no matter what, she’s still my mother. We don’t have a made-for-television kind of relationship, but I understand her.”

“Then make me understand too, because I wanted to shake her.”

Chastity’s heart did a series of somersaults. It was going to be hard as hell walking away from the way he made her feel. Her conscience told her to sever ties now to make the break easier, but as she looked into his pale green eyes, Chastity couldn’t do it.

“From an early age, my mother had been told how beautiful she is.

She grew up in a situation where her mind wasn’t nurtured. All she had was her looks to rely on. As she gets older, Brenda realizes her own mortality. How can I hold it against her, when I know just how insecure she is? I admit that sometimes what she says can be hurtful and makes me doubt myself, but I’ve learned to accept her for the person she is.”

Sebastian cupped her cheek, his thumb moving lightly over her skin.

“You’re amazing, Chastity. I only wish—you’re very wise to see that.”

She smiled at his compliment although it didn’t distract her from the fact that he’d changed what he’d really wanted to say in midstream. She wondered what it was, but decided not to delve further into the matter.

“A good friend pointed it out to me not very long ago. In her own way, she does care about me, but I’ve learned the hard lesson that the only approval I need is mine.”

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He brushed his lips against hers, causing a stirring between her thighs. “When shall I bring your wretched animals back?”

“Brenda is heading out in the morning.”

“Good. I’ll bring them back at noon. We’ll make a day of it.” Chastity would have protested, but Sebastian covered her lips with his finger. “I won’t take no for an answer. See you tomorrow?”