The Innocent (10 page)

“I think it’s time we head to the back.”

“The back?”  She put her hand in his and he led her to a sliding door.

“The least I can offer you while I make you suffer an unsatisfied hunger is a little privacy.”

He slid the door open.

“Just like being home,” Serena said as she had an immediate flashback to the room she’d shared with Sebastian.  “It’s like being your protégé all over again.”

The bedroom was almost identical to the room she remembered.  Had he blindfolded her and brought her to the room, she never would have imagined they were on a plane.  The room was surprisingly large.  Even the windows had the appearance of being large and sun filled thanks to strategically placed lighting and designer drapes.

Sebastian reached for a switched that dimmed the lights.  “I like to feel at home even when I’m escaping.”  He led her to the bed.

She sat back and looked expectantly at him.

Reaching overhead, he flicked a switch and rich, melodic music filled the air.

“Is that your composition?”  She took a slow sip of her gold speckled drink.

He nodded.  “I wrote it when we first met.  You inspired me, to say the least.”

Swept up in the swirl of quick, high notes, the melody was at once hopeful and carefree, yet with a hint of melancholy and dread.  Serena met Sebastian’s gaze, astonished to see she could inspire him to write something that touched on so many emotions at once.

“Lie back and let me drizzle you with even more emotions,” he ordered.  “I think you're going to love the sonata that follows.”

She settled on her back and he let the flaps of her shirt fall on either side of her.

“Let me drizzle my love all over you.”  He took her glass of Goldschlager and ran a thread of the thick, sweet liquid over the swell of her breasts and onto the thin lace of her lavender bra.  The gold flecks shimmered in the faint light.  “Look at those spectacular breasts, Serena.”

The cool liquid collected between her breasts and trickled down to her navel.  Sebastian followed its progress with his eyes then licked it up with his tongue.  “Delicious.”

Serena licked her lips and looked expectantly at him.  “Can I have a taste?”

“Not yet.”  He stood and walked to a built in dresser.  A scheming smile came to his lips as he opened the top drawer, pulled something out and hid it behind his back as he turned to face her once more.  “Take off your clothes.”

Serena sat up and unclasped her bra.

“Slow.”  He licked his lips and kept his hungry eyes on the sparkling gold swell of her breasts.

Eager to please him, she let a strap drop off her shoulder and shrugged provocatively.  As his eyes narrowed and his desire smoldered in his gaze, she stood and turned her back to him.  Holding the cups of her bra to her breasts, she turned back to face him while working her way out of the straps.

The promised sonata began, moody and black.

“This one I composed after the first time you gave yourself to me.  Already I was desperate to have you again.  Already thoughts of you possessed me.”

Serena let her bra fall to the floor then slipped her skirt off. When she reached for her panties, Sebastian shook his head.

“Keep those on.”

He came to stand in front on her, his heated gaze steady and sure as he took her in.  Pressing his chest to her breasts, he slowly nudged her back to the bed.  “Close your eyes,” he said when she sat down.

As she closed her eyes, the distinctive scent of seduction came to her nose.  A moment later, Sebastian pulled a silky and fragrant blindfold over her eyes.  Through the imposed darkness she heard him walk away, open a drawer and return.

“Put your hands above your head.”

She heard the muffled sound of a clink and as she brought her hand above her head, she felt the soft clamp of fur at her wrist.  “Furry handcuffs,” she murmured.  “Thank you for being so thoughtfully gentle on me.”

“I wouldn’t want our interlude to leave crude marks on your skin.”

He passed the chain around a post at the head of the bed then clamped the furry cuff over her other wrist.  He walked away again and returned with the grating sound of metal rubbing against metal.

The sound was strange and she tried to understand the source.  When the cool metal tickled her ankle and rode up her leg, she grew concerned.  What wicked game did he have in mind?  A moment later, the cool metal turned sharp and biting as it trailed up her belly.

“Sebastian, what are…?”

He kissed the questions out of her, filling her mouth with his tongue and inviting her tongue to play along.  The hard and passionate kiss aroused her anew, and when he shoved his finger under her panties she groaned deep in her throat.  His finger made delicate circles around the inflamed folds of skin that wanted nothing more than to have the total release of a full on orgasm.

Her body tensed with anticipation and her breath caught in her throat as each wave of euphoria brought her higher and higher.  Just as Sebastian brought her to the threshold of that ultimate pleasure, he pulled his hand out and stood.

Breathless as she struggled on the edge of her chasm of ecstasy, she tugged against the soft handcuffs.

“Don’t fight it, Serena.  Your turn will come.  Don’t worry.  I’ll bring you pleasure when I’m good and ready.”

The soft, cool edge of the metal object ran up her breast, over an erect nipple and down to her navel.  “I think I’m going to have to make an adjustment on these lovely, but inadequate panties of yours.”

“I thought you liked them,” she purred.

“I do, but I can make them better.”

Sebastian slid the cool metal under the panties and tickled her clitoris for a long pleasurable moment.  He then brought the metal object over her panties and ran over the length of her eager lips, tracing a line right down the middle.

She squirmed beneath the strange and unfamiliar touch.

“Don’t move, honey,” Sebastian warned.  “I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

The same grating sound she’d heard earlier came to her ears and she finally recognized the source; scissors.  She licked her lips as the snipping sound continued.

With gentle fingers, Sebastian pinched the crotch of her panties and made an incision.  When he released the fabric, she felt the new opening he’d created.

“I like them so much, in fact, that I want you to keep them on while I fuck you.”

She smiled.  “Those panties are twenty-five bucks a pair.”  Her tone was harsh and scolding.

“Well, then.”  He grasped one ankle and clamped a cuff to it then pulled her leg out to secure it to the bedpost.  “Let’s see if I haven’t made an improvement to your dainty and expensive garment.”  He cuffed the other ankle and pulled it to the other edge of the bed.

Spread eagle and blind, she awaited his next move with exhilarating anticipation.  The seconds dragged on as nothing happened.  She couldn’t hear him and had no idea where he was or what he was doing.

After an excruciating minute he brought his lips over hers and passionately kissed her.  As sudden as the kiss had arrived, it left, leaving her cold and alone once more.  A moment later, the warm sensation of his lips clamped over her new crotchless panties.  The warmth of his tongue as it flickered over her flesh brought her hips up to meet him with the silent plea for more.

Blood drained from her face as it coursed down to fill the sensitive nub of pleasurable nerve endings.  Each touch of his tongue was delicious and slow as he devoured her, but keeping her oncoming orgasm from exploding in his mouth became increasingly difficult.

“Do you think you deserve more?” he said as he stood and ran his finger along her thigh.

“Yes.”

His finger found the new opening of her panties and slowly glided deep inside the folds of hungry flesh.  She gasped as he maneuvered his finger inside while stimulating her clitoris from the outside with his thumb.

The double approach intensified the pleasure that left her ready to burst.

“Not yet,” he said as he pulled away.  He ran his moist finger around a breast, tightening the circle until he came to her nipple.

She tugged at the cuffs at her wrists, her body begging for the satisfaction he refused her.

“Let me enjoy you, Serena.”

The mattress sagged under his weight as he climbed onto the bed and settled between her legs.  He tapped her clitoris with the tip of his cock.

“Do you want it?”

“Yes.”

“What do you want?”

“Your cock.”

“What do you want of it?”

“Fuck me, Sebastian.”

“Will you refrain from climaxing?”

“I’ll try.”

“Trying isn’t enough, Serena.”  He nudged the tip of his hardened shaft inside.

Her orgasm was right there, waiting for the merest touch to explode in ecstasy.  If he penetrated her now, she knew she wouldn’t be able to contain herself.  “Let me kiss you first.”

He snickered.  “Stalling for time, my uncontrollable nymph?”

“You sliced open my panties and kissed me.  Can’t I just run my tongue over your dick before…”

His index finger slid into her mouth, silencing her.  Sucking on the digit, she groaned and played her tongue along his skin.

“Are you content now?” he said.

“I’m sure you can do better.”

He rammed his cock deep inside her and pressed his pelvic bone against hers.  “Is that better?”

The first pounding of an oncoming orgasm shook her.

“Don’t cum, Serena.  I won’t warn you again.”  His harsh command threatened of severe punishment if she didn’t keep her arousal in check.

She struggled for air as her body fought for control.  Her toes squirmed and she had to take a firm hold of the headboard to keep from screaming.

He rocked her, slowly, gently then pulled out entirely.  “That’s my good girl.  Hold it in.”  He playfully patted her breasts and pinched a nipple.

Her breasts tingled with excitement while she became increasingly lightheaded.

After the brief moment of reprieve, he immersed himself in her again, rocking harder and faster.

“Do you want it hard, Serena?”

Just as fast and hard, her hips rose to meet his.  “As hard as you can give it.”

He slammed into her, harder and faster still.  “Harder?”

She arched her back as her body came on the verge of losing control.

“Harder?”

“Yes!”  She met him with increased force.  “Can I cum now?” she begged.

“Not yet,” he groaned.

“Now?”

“No.  Not now.  Not now.”  He quickened the pace and his voice turned feral as he shouted, “Not now.  Not now.  Not…”  He let out a guttural growl.  “Yes. Now.  Now.  Now! Cum!”

Their cries of ecstasy filled the small room as the pounding of their flesh carried their orgasms to an exhausted end.

Blind, the sensations brought by the excruciating wait and Sebastian’s forceful rocking were heightened and exquisite.  She’d been blindfolded before, a cherished game of Price’s, but it had never brought her to this dizzying degree of exaltation.

She felt drained and empty, yet invigorated and eager to start again.

Sebastian crumbled over her and covered her neck and shoulders with loving kisses.  “Nothing is more arousing than a beautiful and sensible woman, demure and intellectual, who can fuck your brains out.”

He propped himself up on his elbows, pulled the blindfold up and looked at her.  “I want this.”  His fingers ran lazily over the curve of her shoulder and up her neck.  “This.  You. I want it every day.”  He kissed her temple and reached up to unfasten the cuffs.  “Look at how crazy you make me.  I just kidnapped one of my own students and cuffed her to my bed.  I’ll never be able to return to USC or UC Irvine now.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Sebastian.  You kidnapped me in fun.  I was fully willing to go along with you. I am a consenting adult. This is just between you and me.”

“I don’t think Price is going to see it quite that way.  I mean, who knows what allegations he’s already made.  If nothing, I did assault his bodyguard.”

She chuckled.  “Yeah, and I’m sure he won’t be too happy about that one.  But he can’t accuse you of kidnapping if I tell the authorities that I willingly boarded this plane.”

“You’d defy Price?”

She frowned a second.  “Well, I certainly can’t sit by and watch him make false accusations against you.”

“Does this mean you're finally ready to break free of the hold he has on you.”

“Sebastian, I didn’t say…”

“I know, but you're here, out of his reach, out of his grasp.  And I’m here, ready to help you in any way.  I want you, Serena.  Hell, I’d even give up teaching if it’s going to interfere with our relationship.”

“You're looking too far ahead, Sebastian.”

“No, I’m looking straight ahead; straight to what I want and straight to what I’ll fight for.”

Serena looked into his loving eyes, so full of hope for their future together.

He kissed her, soft and eager at first, then passionate and hungry for more.  As his hunger for her grew once more, he filled her.  “I love you, Serena,” he murmured as he stroked his hardened cock slowly inside her.  “You have no idea how much I love you.”

Their arousal was slow and lazy, and their orgasm quiet and intimate.  As Sebastian held her in his arms, a tear of fierce emotion streak down Serena’s cheek.  It was so easy being with him, yet the situation was so complicated.

“Let’s get you washed up,” he whispered when their orgasm subsided.  He released the cuffs at her ankles and guided her to the small but luxurious bathroom.  Inside the shower stall, Sebastian adjusted the water and rinsed her off.  He took a scented shower gel and gently lathered his hands up on her breasts.

The gliding motion was at once arousing and loving.

“I think you're going to kill me if you start that up again.”  Serena smiled, knowing full well she’d eagerly have him again.

He chuckled and turned her around to wash her back and arms.  As he worked his way over her ass, he pressed his chest to her back.  “Don’t worry,” he whispered into her damp hair.  “I don’t think I could get it up again even if I wanted to.”

“You surprise me, Sebastian,” Serena said.  She turned to face him and roughly pushed him up against the wall.  With hard and harsh movements, she grabbed his balls and cock in a tight fist and carefully squeezed.  “I never expected you to be so…”