Bound to You (28 page)

‘Ha! Nice try, Nichi! I’ve always suspected that you’d secretly love to see me worked into some little “forced bi” scenario of yours . . .’

‘Sebastian, what are you talking about, you know I don’t domme any more.’

‘What do you mean then?’

‘I mean that I could dominate some of them into giving to your project. Just like charitable domination, really. Only you’re my pet charity.’ I was toying with him. This was so naughty. I bit my lip in excitement.

Sebastian’s eyes had taken on that dark glitter the way they had when he’d slapped me in the face for the first time.

‘So Nichi . . .’ He sat back in his chair and gazed at me. I could tell he didn’t know whether to hug me for trying to help him out, or ravish me roughly for trying to control his fate for once ‘. . . you’re going to pimp yourself out for me?’

‘No, Sebastian, I’m not going to pimp myself out for you!’ I retorted. ‘Think of me as your artistic tax collector. I don’t have to do anything for the money. I mean, theoretically, I’ve already done it! Now, how are the donations being collected?’

‘We have a donations page. Here, I’ll send you the link now.’

Sebastian texted me the URL. All I had to do was compose a message to my various clients and pass it on with a command for them to donate. Done.

‘Now, let’s eat and we can check your donation page after dinner.’

When the waitress came to clear our plates, Sebastian ordered us tea and I went to the bathroom, taking my phone with me. It had vibrated repeatedly with text messages through dinner and I was curious to see what the clients were coming back with.

Several of them sent a simple ‘Anything for you, Mistress.’ But others were cheekier. ‘What’s your bra size again, Mistress, 34D? How about a pound for every inch then?’ And then, there was a more sinister message from one of my least favourite old regulars. ‘If I donate £500 how about I get to do anything I like to you for once?’ I hesitated over it. I was actually tempted to agree. Sebastian needed the money and I wanted to raise it for him. Suddenly I remembered Violet’s comment about self-sacrificing sexuality that night at her party, as we’d passed the gory image of the Indian goddess. Was that what I was doing for Sebastian right now? And, even more frighteningly, was I, in some perverse way, getting off on it?

I looked at myself in the low-lit bathroom mirror. What was I becoming? It was as if I was bound to Sebastian in some indelible way. We still barely knew each other and yet I was acting as though I were his devoted wife, supplicant from here to eternity. I didn’t even dare ask him if we were exclusive, for God’s sake, although I was pretty sure we were. Only a couple of weeks before, when he’d stayed over, I’d wanted to know the time. ‘Go and check my phone. It’s in my jeans pocket.’ You wouldn’t let a woman you were dating check your phone if there was any chance there might be a message from another one there, surely?

But I had to get a grip. I deleted the offer of £500 in exchange for a nothing off limits session with me. I still had some boundaries, and I needed to remind myself of that.

Back in the restaurant, I showed Sebastian the donation page. In half an hour my clients had already gifted his project with £600.

‘Nichi, this is amazing! I can’t thank you enough.’ Was Sebastian actually slightly in awe of me for once?

‘You’re welcome. Now don’t say I never do anything for you!’

He levelled his gaze at mine. ‘I never would,’ he replied sombrely. ‘But honestly, you’ve saved me a really tough job. The only other option would have been to sell myself into sexual slavery.’ Sebastian grinned at me, then expanded on it. ‘I don’t fancy your clients, but I can think of a couple of women I wouldn’t mind kowtowing to. Queen Rania of Jordan, for example.’

I started to laugh and nodded in agreement. ‘Don’t get me started on beautiful Middle Eastern women! You know how much I appreciate them!’

‘Well, we might need you as their trainer, Mistress Jade. Although I’ve found that most women know how to ball-squeeze instinctively.’

I presumed Sebastian was being mildly misogynist and tutted at him. ‘Oh shush, you little anti-feminist!’

‘No, I’m serious! You think I’m a giver not a taker than, eh?’ He winked at me in the crepuscular light.

Had Sebastian really just confessed to being a masochist as well as a sadist?

Sebastian had warned me that he lived in a temporary and ramshackle studio. It was pretty squalid. Not that Sebastian himself was ever anything but immaculate but he clearly didn’t care about the dilapidated conditions he lived in, so long as he could paint.

There was a poky window and the funereal curtains looked as though they’d never been opened. The bed was similarly dark and Spartan, dressed only with two flimsy pillows and a duvet drowned in black covers. ‘Would you like me to take your jacket?’ he asked with the utmost charm. I nodded and he opened the wardrobe doors to reveal a sea of charcoal clothing. The only colour in the room came from Sebastian’s chaotic paintings, crammed around the edges of the room. How different it was to the way Christos had always lived. The conversation about Greek exes had him lingering in my mind. But Sebastian’s paintings were so exquisite that I couldn’t think about anything but his brilliance and his beauty.

Sebastian gave me a minute to acclimatise before he began winding me into him.

‘So, Nichi, you thought you were pretty clever there, demanding that your old slaves cater to your Mistress-whim. Did you tell them that you were raising money for your Master?’ Sebastian used the term master mockingly. We laughed at people that used the terms Master and slave ordinarily. But the truth was that, right now, to all intents and purposes, I guessed he was just that.

‘No. I just told them I was helping a friend.’

Sebastian leaned in towards me and pushed me up against the wall, sidling his fingertips up along the outer curves of my body, resting his hand possessively across the top of my exposed cleavage. He kissed me demandingly. ‘A friend, eh? A friend that likes to rough you up every now and then.’

My body heaved under his touch.

‘They don’t need to know the details.’

Sebastian raised his hand. I flinched. Sebastian’s eyes lit up and he cooed at my reaction. I knew it had turned him on. Then he let his hand come to rest above my head.

‘Awww, poor little Nichi!’ he pouted and tutted at me. That mouth of his. I wanted to kiss it off. But instead I played up to my designated submissive role, lowered my head and widened my green eyes in placation. ‘I was only trying to help you, Sebastian.’

‘I know I know.’ He fondled his fingers over my cheek, then with a deftness and speed I couldn’t possibly anticipate, brought his taut hand hard down on my cheek. ‘And I do appreciate you whoring yourself out for me. But I think you need to be careful with it. I mean, you wouldn’t want to become my donation slut, would you . . .’

My heart started at the words ‘whore’ and ‘slut’. These taboos, words that had once sounded so silly when used with the clients, now made me swoon with a dark delight.

He slapped me again. Then smoothed my hair into a rope between his fingers, before pulling hard down on it and kissing my upturned mouth.

‘So just in case you were thinking of doing it again, Nichi, I think I’d better fuck a little sense in to you.’

Sebastian walked me over towards the bed, still with my hair in his hand. ‘Kneel,’ he commanded. I fell to the floor facing the bed. ‘Not that way,’ he grabbed me roughly and turned me round to face him.

‘Now, take that filthy little top off. I want to see these provocative tits of yours properly. Although clearly I could see most of them already.’

I peeled off my top in haste. Usually I revelled in showing off my body but for some reason now I blushed at the thought of my outfit being overly immodest to Sebastian, even if he was just trying to humiliate me.

‘Much better. And the bra.’ I unhooked my bra and let it fall forward of my breasts into my lap.

He took first my left breast, and then the right in his cool, rough hands and toyed with them, bouncing them up ever so slightly in his palms. Then again with unaccountable stealth he whipped back his right hand, before sensuously slapping both of my breasts in quick succession. He’d never done that before, and the novelty and the way he caught my nipples as he brought up his fingers thrilled me. I felt a throbbing between my legs.

Next, Sebastian moved on to my skirt. ‘That’s coming off too, Nichi. How easy it would have been for me to expose you in the restaurant.’

He twisted the metallic zip between his thumb and forefinger then slowly inched it up. Csszzkcsszk. The incriminating noise was amplified by the silence of Sebastian’s room, the only other sound being my increasingly rapid breathing, and his. He eased the zip up past my crotch. Then he tugged at it one final time, letting my skirt fall to the floor. Now I was kneeling in nothing but violet knickers and black lace-topped stockings.

‘Time to get up, Nichi.’ He took hold of my hair again and waited for me to mount the bed.

Then as if the whole undressing had been an exercise in restraint for himself rather than me, Sebastian pounced, wrestling me into the mattress, kissing me voraciously as though he’d never had the taste of me on his tongue before. First throwing my hands above my head, he then pulled down my knickers, leaving them above my knees.

Sebastian was still dressed. How was he going to free himself, I wondered? But he was already on it. He rearranged himself until he was straddling me and ripped off his white jersey revealing that glorious torso of his. As he wrenched at his belt I watched his inked biceps tighten and pulse angrily. With his chiselled chest, tattooed arms and spectacles, he was the perfect warrior poet. Then he lay his bare chest down on mine as he freed himself of his trousers and briefs. I revelled in the sensation of his naked skin on mine. I was hotter and hungrier for him than I could remember ever being.

Sebastian took my face in his hands and held it there for a moment, quietening me with his cobalt-blue gaze. He traced his fingers along where he’d pinkened the skin earlier and I prickled under his touch. Then he placed one hand on my throat in an exacting grip and began teasingly slapping my breasts again, this time even more sensuously, alternating the slaps with flickers of his tongue across and around my nipples. I moaned feverishly, my senses overloaded with the intermingling of pleasure and pain. Every time he thought I was enjoying myself that little too much, the hand round my throat tightened. The unpredictability of sex with Sebastian, of sex right now with Sebastian, made it excruciatingly erotic.

Finally, he released his grip on me, and broke the silence. ‘There. Do what you will while you can. You only have a few minutes.’

With no knowing when I would get to touch him again, I clawed at his biceps, hooked my legs around his hips, forcing us tighter up against one another until his cock lay along my slickening pussy. I thrust myself up along his length, knocking the top of his cock against my clitoris, as though he were my temporary vibrator.

Sebastian soon put a stop to it and grabbed hold of me by the upper arms, throwing me back over the bed so far that my head hung almost entirely upside down. He slid his left hand under my head for support, then took his entire right forearm, braced it outwards and held it across my throat. I was utterly restrained. ‘There’s nowhere for you to go now, Nichi. Which means you’re just going to have to be my little fuck-toy while I have you hanging there.’ And with that he took his throbbing cock and sunk it into me rapaciously.

Sebastian fucked me like he’d never fucked me before until the sweat was dripping down the geometric perfection of his face and glistening in his stubble. Every so often we would strain our heads towards one another, our mouths meeting in bruised, desperate kiss after kiss. The suspension and the pressure on my throat was exhilarating, but despite his secure grip on me, the harder Sebastian fucked me, the further back I was slipping.

Yet the firmer he was with me, the more I wanted to fight back. Even just texting my old clients earlier for Sebastian had roused the domme in me. I had a wicked thought.

‘Ow, Sebastian, you’re hurting me!’ I squealed, ‘I’m going to fall off the bed entirely in a moment!’

Immediately he broke off his thrusting, and I saw a twinge of concern flash across his face. Cradling my head even more firmly with his left hand, he took his right arm from across my throat and wrapped it under my shoulders, heaving me back up towards him. Sebastian’s readjustments gave me the few seconds I needed to reach out an arm towards his crotch and seize him, abruptly, by the balls. Sebastian swooned, and then swore at me. ‘You little bitch!’

‘Really? Didn’t you say you were as much a masochist as you were a sadist earlier? Don’t you like it even just a little bit? Doesn’t it give you a thrill?’

‘I hate it. But I love it,’ he murmured as he buried his face into my neck and wrapped his arms underneath me. For the next few minutes, I teased his balls like this, grazing my nails along the skin, squeezing them over-tightly, and delivering the odd, gentle slap, soothing his face with loving kisses each time he winced. I knew that it was giving Sebastian pleasure, but his responses to being topped were more conflicted than mine. After a few more minutes, Sebastian backed away from my hands.

‘Sit on my face?’ he asked me, and lay back on to the bed.

‘But I want to kiss the CBT better!’ I replied.

‘We can do both. You just have to turn around.’ Sebastian guided me into position until I was facing away from him, my thighs astride his, perfectly placed to take him fully into my mouth. As I lowered my lips down to him, I braced my hips back and he slid his head up underneath me, licking backwards along my wetness. In tandem, we moaned in mutual pleasure and began to find a sucking, thrusting rhythm with our mouths and bodies. I urged Sebastian to cum whenever he wanted and soon I could feel his legs trembling beneath me in that way that signalled orgasm, his cock pulsating, and as he began to climax, I plunged my mouth down on to him so that he could flood it with his hot, ambrosial cum. The taste of him urged on my own orgasm, and I soon ground out the most intense climax on his face.