Sebastian - Dark Bonds (9 page)

“Why is the bed here?  Or why did I bring you here?” His breathing is heavy and his eyes sultry, he’s clearly aroused at my discomfort.

“Both,” I whisper.  “What is this room?”  Finally averting my gaze from the bed, I notice the Moroccan inspired floor cushions placed around the bed. The one little table against the wall is covered with a mosaic of tiny blue, black and gold tiles and holds a candle and incense sticks, which explain the sweet heady scent although they aren’t burning now.

Sebastian’s hand remains on the small of my back and his fingers begin to trail up and down my spine.

“Do you know why I bought you here?” He murmurs into my ear, his breath hot on my neck.

“To prove what a weird freak you are?”  He tenses but I continue.  “There was no need, I know what you are.”

“Precisely because of comments such as that, Elizabeth.”  His hand moves down to the waistband of my trousers, fingers probing beneath the fabric to the cleft of my buttocks.  I squirm at the intrusion of his touch.  Withdrawing his hand, he replaces it on my upper back and pushes me gently forward so that I step toward the bed.

“Not here, not now,” I warn him.  “Bella will be wondering where we are, we just disappeared,” he sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me down beside him.  “And Scarlett has served dessert, we’re being very rude, Sebastian.”  He puts his finger to my lips.

“Stop talking and listen to me,” he removes the finger from my lips and I’m silent, waiting for him to explain this weirdness, looking only at my hands in my lap.

“Go on,” my voice is hushed, full of trepidation.

“That’s better.  I need to explain to you what I am.  Who I am.”  He has my attention now.

“You know that I’m assertive, yes?”  He waits expectantly for my reply.

“Yes, you can be assertive … and bossy,” my head nods in affirmation.

“Bossy? Wrong choice of words, I’m dominant, Elizabeth.  I am a Dominant.  Do you understand what that means?”  Sadism … masoc
hism … I’ve seen it all on the Internet.  That’s you? Wow.

“I think I do,” I reply. “Sebastian, you’re wanting me to be submissive aren’t you?” He’s nodding, his expression blank, unreadable.  “I see, and this room is where you ‘do’ your dominance thing?”

He shakes his head, rolling his eyes, “not as such but its’ a room I’ll bring you to often.  I want you to familiarize yourself with this room, Elizabeth.  It’s a room you will come to either love or despise.  A room of pleasure and pain.” 
Pain?  Torture?

             
“Don’t look so worried,” he reads my mind.  “When you give me attitude, then I shall bring you here and the pain will exceed the pleasure.  However, there will still be pleasure but it’ll be mine not yours, don’t misunderstand the purpose of this room.”

Is he crazy? Pain? Pleasure … I can’t comprehend how he can so comfortably fit the two entities together.  I’m aroused though and can’t understand why that is.  I should run for the hills and yet, here I am.

“So, are you saying that you will hurt me here?” I ask meekly.

“I’m saying that I will punish you, Elizabeth, until you learn the consequences of displeasing me.  However, to clarify, in turn you will want to please me because the pleasure you’ll receive here will be immeasurable.”  He’s so calm, so sure of what he wants and expects from me but I don’t think I can be what he wants me to be.

“Look at this differently,” he steeples his fingers under his chin and frowns in concentration.  “You need a dominant man …”

“Why do I?” I interject and he scowls at me.

“Don’t interrupt.  You need a dominant man, Elizabeth, so that you can be freed from the pressures and stress of your life.  You’ve struggled for years.  You’ve been married to a weak man and you’ve compensated for his weakness by becoming the patriarch of your family.  The time has come for you to defer to me in all things, so that you can rediscover who Elizabeth Dove really is.  Give yourself to me, and you’ll find a freedom which is unimaginable.”  He pauses and looks me in the eye.  His words strike a chord. He’s very astute.

“You know me too well, Sebastian.  If I’m totally honest with myself, I am tired.  I really am.  It would be heaven to have a strong man to tell me what to do, agreed.  But, and it’s a big ‘but’, I’ve never been told what to do and I’m not sure that I’d be very good at taking orders or being submissive.”

“Would you like to try?”

“What does it entail?  Can we talk about the punishment aspect?  What do you mean when you talk about pain?”  This is a huge worry for me.

“Nothing you can’t cope with.  To begin with, you will undoubtedly defy me and be a pain in my ass,” he’s smirking at me.  “Therefore, I’ll ensure that you have a pain in your ass – probably by flogger or crop.”  A what?

“You’d beat my backside?” I ask, wide-eyed.
Oh why does that send a tingle to the apex of my legs? 
Crossing my legs, I squeeze my thighs together, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Sebastian, who smiles knowingly.

“Yes,” he confirms.  “It’ll smart, but it will be bearable.  You’ll be punished when you’re disrespectful toward me or break the rules.   I won’t enjoy punishing you Elizabeth and you won’t enjoy it either.  I’ll always explain the reason I’m punishing you so that you understan
d not to break the rules again.  There will be other times when you’ll be whipped, or chained, purely for my pleasure – not as a punishment.  You will enjoy making me happy and that, in turn will make you happy.”

This is all so confusing.

“Are you going to punish me now?” Remembering how riled he’d been in the kitchen over dinner, he will no doubt take me over his knee right now.  I hope?

“No I’m not.  Don’t focus on the punishment. In general, what I will impart to you will be discipline.  I will transform you not only into what I’d like you to be, but what I believe will enhance you as a person, Elizabeth.  I want you to think about what I’ve asked of you.  If you commit to this, then I expect to see a change in you immediately – and any slips in your behaviour will be punished from now on.  There are many other aspects of this that we need to discuss too.  For example, you don’t cross your legs when I’m in the room.”  What the hell?

“That would be because…?”
You’re a loony control freak.

“Because, as my submissive, your legs are open to me at any time and by crossing your legs you are signalling that they are closed to me.  You are closed to me.  That is unacceptable.”  His eyebrow is cocked again, daring me to challenge him.

“I’ll try and remember.  What else?”

“You avert your eyes when we’re in this room or the outer chamber.  You don’t look me in the eyes.”  Weirder by the second… Outer chamber?  The wine cellar?

“Isn’t that a little extreme?”  Scarlett doesn’t look him in the eye.  The thought jars me.  Are they lovers, she his submissive?  Or have they been in the past?  It seems certain to me that this is the case and I intend to get to the bottom of this in due course.

“No, Elizabeth. It’s normal procedure that submissives do not look their Master in the eye.  By averting their eyes they are showing their Dom that they are subdued and subservient and showing respect.  I’ll cut you some slack, however, in the rest of the house.  Down here it’s a different story.  Understand so far?” 

“Most of it,” I say quietly.  I’m shocked and turned on in equal measure.  “I’d like to try, Sebastian.”

“I knew you would,” he states coldly, arrogantly.  “It may put your mind at rest to know that the mantra in this lifestyle is safe, consensual and sane.  We’ll discuss safe words another time.”

“Why are you like this?”  What’s happened to you in your past?  What’s made you this way?

“It’s who I am, who I’ve always been.  Since I was a young boy and used to be turned on watching the school bully in action.”  There’s a distance between us now.

“Was Libby submissive?” I ask.  He blanches and I see his eyes darken as I steal a glance at him.

“Libby couldn’t handle it.  Couldn’t handle me,” he replies sharply, his voice full of recrimination.  “You’re different.  Not as fucked up as she was.”  Christ, he’s talking about his late wife with such malice. 
Maybe it’s you who fucked her up.

Rising abruptly to his feet, he holds out a hand to me.  I take it in mine, and follow as Sebastian leads me from this bizarre little room and I pray that he won’t hurt me – I have suffered enough pain.  As he turns the key in the lock and we leave the inner chamber, I have a feeling that nothing is going to be quite the same again.

14

Blinking, my eyes adjust to the early morning light which streams through the folds of the heavy velour curtains.  I’m hot - Sebastian is spooning me, his leg lying heavily over my hip.  It takes me a few seconds to realise that I’m not at home.  I’m at Penmorrow and everything feels different.  I feel different.

Thoughts of last night’s bizarre experience whoosh back into my head.  I need some air to clear my head and some time to myself to think through Sebastian’s proposal.  Proposal!  It couldn’t be further from a marriage proposal.  Be his submissive … his slave?  Lose all sense of being me?  But then again, maybe he’s right; perhaps this new role will enable me to start living again.  Isn’t he all the things that Alan wasn’t?  Self-assured, confident, sexy, attentive, handsome, rich, bossy, weird …  I need some air.

Rolling gently away from Sebastian, his leg flops onto the sheet and he stirs.  Don’t wake up.  He turns over and his slow, shallow breathing tells me he’s still asleep.  Standing by the side of the bed, in the dappled light, I admire my handsome man.  My Master!  Even sleeping his black messed up hair, speckled with grey, his wide chiselled jaw and muscular arm and back send sparks coursing through my body.  My head fills with an image of being pinned beneath his powerful body, unable to move, entirely at his mercy to do what he will.  The sparks intensify.  What are you doing to me?

Sebastian wakes and sits up, rubbing the last remnants of sleep from his eyes.  Those sexy, dark eyes which pierce through mine and look directly into my soul.  I avert my gaze and look down at my hands.

“Hey beautiful, good morning,” he purrs sweetly.  So at odds with what I now know him to be.

“Good morning.  I’m sorry I woke you,” I say contritely.

“What time is it?” He’s reaching for his watch on the nightstand.  “Jesus Elizabeth, it’s only 6.30am.  Can’t you sleep?”

“No.  I wanted to take a walk to look at the sea, get some fresh air.  Go back to sleep.”  Reaching across the bed I plant a light kiss on his bare shoulder.  He growls sexily and before I can straighten up, he grabs me around the waist and pulls me down onto the bed.  His mouth finds mine and his kiss is forceful, his hand moving to cup my breast.  I’m naked which is how Sebastian requested I sleep last night.  My nipple hardens instantly under his touch.

“Mrs. Dove, I do believe you’re pleased to see me this morning,” he murmurs as he rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  Mmm you have no idea …

He pushes the duvet away from him so that it falls to the floor in a heap.  My eyes travel down his body and hungrily view his erection, which has risen up proudly to bid me good morning.

“Lord De Montfort, I do believe you are pleased to see me,” echoing his words, my hand encompasses his hardness.  He inhales sharply as my hand moves to his scrotum and squeezes firmly.

“Are you trying to unman me, Mrs. Dove?”  He grasps my wrist and removes my hand and, in one swift movement, he has me pinned beneath him on the bed.  He straddles me with each of his knees restricting one of my arms so that I can’t move. Like a trapped animal, my eyes dart around, trying to think of a way to wriggle free.

“Don’t even think about it, darling,” he warns, his mouth set with a smirk, his eyes burning with desire and power.

“Sebastian.  I wanted a walk.  Alone.”  I’m wriggling beneath him and my knee comes up, involuntarily, to nudge him sharply in the back.  He sucks in his breath, an initial look of shock turning to a much darker expression now.  Oh fuck.  Oh fuck.

“I’m sorry!” I exclaim futilely.  He’s simmering, about to explode.  What have I unleashed?

“Oh you will be,” he growls.

“I said sorry,” my apology is that of a child, he’s grinning now – a wicked smile, reflecting something much darker than humour.

“I do believe you’ve just broken the rules, Elizabeth,” he hisses through his smirking mouth.

“Rules?  I recall only a couple of rules being imparted to me last night and neither covered escaping from or kneeing you.”  Oh, Beth.  Learn to keep your mouth shut.

“And yet another rule broken.  Keep going.  Its such a treat to be able to punish you so soon after our arrangement has begun.”  His grin widens.

I’m still trapped beneath him, only now he lifts his knees and grips my wrists with his strong hands, his body heavy, skin glistening with a film of sweat.  I smell his power, his masculinity and have never felt as vulnerable as I do right now.  Fight or flight, which shall I do? He takes that decision from me; in one fluid movement, he sits back onto his heels, pulling me up by my arms as he does so.  Swinging his legs around, over the edge of the bed I find myself heaved across his lap, my legs on the bed, my midriff across his lap and my upper body hanging down toward the floor.  In this position it is impossible for me to break loose.  Holy crap!  What’s he going to do to me?