MVP (VIP Book 3) (10 page)

Mine.

My hold on her hair grew harder and she whimpered, not in pain. In submission. I slowly inched her head back further until her breasts were upright and her eyes beheld the ceiling. I could see every rib protruding as her back was perfectly extended in the shape of a U.

“I’ll ask you again…why do you provoke me, Ysa?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Because I’m yours.”

“Prove it.”

She didn’t move or make a sound while I used my other hand to untie the strings of her bathing suit top and bottom; they fell to the side. My nails dug into her soft, delicate skin from her neck all the way down her incredible body. They left a trail of red, almost like a rake had been taken to her skin. Nothing. No sound. No movement.

Her pussy was bare for me and I could see her throbbing clit.

I placed my lips right by her ear. “I’m not going to touch you,” I whispered. “I know you want me to. I can see your greedy cunt just begging to be played with.”

Her breathing hitched.

“Tell me what you want,” I added, tugging her hair back slightly to get her to speak.

“I want to come,” she panted.

“Show me.”

She hesitated.

“Now,” I urged.

Her fingers found her pussy and she started touching herself. I licked my lips and sucked on her earlobe.

“Harder,” I demanded.

She stimulated herself at a quicker pace, monopolizing the little bundle of nerves until her body started to tremble. I bent her back further and my other hand reached for the front her neck. She withered and moaned.

I caressed her neck and then lightly squeezed; her breathing slowed, but her body was quivering. She was close. I gripped a little more until I could feel her pulsating vein beating rapidly, her body burned and her face reddened.

“That’s it…fuck that tight, wet, perfect pussy that I can’t get enough of. Do it. Let me see you come apart like you know I love.” I clutched until I knew she couldn’t take one more breath and then held her there for a few seconds. When her eyes watered, I immediately let go of her neck and simultaneously tugged her hair further back. She gasped for air and came apart on my legs with such force that her entire body shook and she screamed out my name.

My girl.

I tried not to panic as we boarded the plane, I hated flying. We were going back to Miami, together. I hadn’t been back in over two years. I was going to meet his parents, his son, and his ex-wife, officially. I barely comprehended the severity that this would implement on our relationship, but I was going with it. That’s what I do.

To make matters worse, I had no fucking clue what to do about Madam.

Yes…I just said Madam.

Brooke knew we were coming. I called her a few days ago to tell her and she screamed in my ear for a good five seconds before I got another word in. She was thrilled that she would be seeing me and finally meeting Sebastian. That wasn’t what was plaguing me. It was Madam; I knew Brooke would tell her that I was in town. I had skipped out on the last two VIP reunions. However, we talked maybe once a month, but they were always brief and Sebastian had absolutely no idea. I never told him. I figured we had enough obstacles to overcome and get through, the last thing I wanted to do was add the burden of The Madam.

I wasn’t fucking stupid enough to think that he would be okay with it. I knew he would flip the hell out. It would cause another major rift. We were already in limbo and I didn’t need to add Satan, so to speak. But in all honesty, I wanted to see her. I missed her. I didn’t miss VIP, not really. I mean, I think it was the familiarity of what was comfortable for me. VIP was home for such a huge part of my life. I found myself there, and when I left, I took a huge part of that with me. I still use my sexuality and wear it on my sleeve; I still craved attention, except now it was from one man versus all men.

My independence was such a strong factor and it’s hard for me to give and take that. I knew Sebastian wanted all of me, and sometimes I worried if I was capable of truly handing that over to him. I didn’t know if that was in the cards for us. Could he ever truly love me if I could only offer him fifty-percent? Would that be enough for him? For us?

I was emotionally torn and it ate away at me the closer we got. All I could do was keep trying, and that’s why I was sitting there beside him, going back to a past I didn’t know if I was ready to face. Again, I did the only thing that came natural to me; I pretended to have my shit together.

“You okay?” he questioned.

“Yeah, I just really hate flying,” I lied.

“I find that really hard to believe, Miss World Traveler.”

I laughed. “That was so different. I flew on private planes that were bigger than what we’re flying in now. You felt like you were on land. Plus, I was usually fucked up on drugs or at least alcohol,” I carelessly replied.

Shit.

“I mean–”

“So I talked to my mom and she was thinking about having a dinner for all of us at the house I grew up in,” he interrupted.

I nodded. I would have agreed to anything at that point. I was too much of a coward to look at him, terrified of what I’d see.

“Great. I’ll let her know as soon as we land. I think she was trying to aim for tomorrow since it’s Sunday.”

“Right…Sunday fun-day,” I nervously chuckled.

We rode in silence the rest of the ride.

Lost in our own thoughts.

We landed around 6pm, and by the time we made it back to the suite, it was almost 8. Ysabelle took a shower and I ordered room service. When I was done, I called my mom.

“Hello,” she answered.

“Hey,” I replied.

“Honey, how was the flight?”

“It was good, no turbulence. How are you guys doing?”

“Your dad’s on call and I’m just cleaning up.”

“Great. I talked to Ysabelle and tomorrow sounds like a plan.”

“Oh, fabulous. I already went grocery shopping; I was thinking we would just grill out. I’ve invited some of the neighbors who would love to see you. Julia said she would be a little late and arrive around 2pm with Christian and a friend.”

“A friend?” I asked, caught off guard. “One of Christian’s friends?”

She paused. “Ummm…I’m not quite sure, honey. I guess we will find out tomorrow. Anyway, I’m so happy to get to see my boy. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you, too. Ysabelle is excited to meet you, both of you guys.”

“As are we. If you guys would like to head over around noon, that would be perfect, it would give us some alone time before everyone arrives around 1.”

“That sounds great, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Perfect, I love you.”

“Love you, too,” I repeated, hanging up.

I saw Ysabelle in my peripheral vision, standing in the doorway from the bedroom to the living room. Her expression was unreadable.

“That was my mom. I told her we’re on for tomorrow.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I heard. Your son’s bringing a friend?”

I guess she could hear the other line.

“I don’t know, I guess Julia said she was bringing a friend.”

She cocked her head to the side. “Oh…maybe she’s bringing a guy? Is she dating someone?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know and I honestly really don’t care. Good for her if she is.”

Her eyes narrowed like she was trying to see if I was lying. I wasn’t. I didn’t care if Julia had a boyfriend; it just caught me by surprise.

“Right,” she half-whispered and turned into the bedroom.

I couldn’t tell if she believed me or not, and a part of me knew…

She didn’t.

Ysabelle tossed and turned and I feigned sleep.

“I know you’re not sleeping,” she announced into the dark room. “And you know I’m not sleeping, so since neither of us is sleeping, maybe we should talk.”

She’d always been able to open up to me when we were shielded by darkness, I made sure to make a mental note of that.

“I’d love to talk,” I encouraged.

“Sebastian, what if they don’t like me?”

“They’re going to love you as much as I do,” I simply stated.

My parents were the most supportive people ever. I knew that they would have reservations about her, but once they got to know her like I did, they would love her. It was hard not to. I wished she could see that.

“How do you know that? I mean, really…I’ve never met anyone’s parents. I don’t know how to act in front of them and I want them to like me so bad. I want to make a great impression and not just be the woman who broke up your marriage.”

I wanted so badly to turn on the light and look into her eyes, to take away every reservation, but I knew better. This is how she preferred intimate conversations and I could give her that. The darkness made it easier for her to tell her secrets that she held so dear to her heart. Although, I reached for her and she let me, laying her head on my stomach. I placed one arm behind my head while the other played with her hair; I knew when she was under distress, this soothed her. I loved feeling the soft and silkiness between my fingers.

She sighed contentedly. “Is Julia going to be a bitch to me? I mean…I don’t blame her if she is; I’d just like to be prepared on what to expect.”