The Innocent (12 page)

Twenty minutes later, he returned.

Serena hadn’t moved.

For the next ten minutes, Sebastian went about his business, ignoring her as he pulled items out of a bag and set them on the counter.  There were various food items; lettuce, tomatoes, onions and cucumbers, and a variety of household items; plastic wrap, a potato masher and clothespins. 

He diligently washed the vegetables, tore the lettuce and chopped the other vegetables and tossed them all into a large bowl.  He mixed oil and vinegar together, added seasonings and poured the mixture over the salad.

Finished, he put the bowl in the refrigerator and turned to look at her for the first time since arriving.  He gazed down at her slightly parted legs and frowned as he looked at the potato masher still on the counter.  Picking up the utensil, he scrutinized the large, metal handle then looked at Serena’s parted legs again.

With the curiosity of a child about to experiment, he came to her and set the potato masher on the table then lifted her out of the chair and set her on the table.  He parted her legs further then ran his fingers over her clitoris and down between her lips.  After licking his finger, he picked up the metal utensil and ran the cool, smooth edge of the handle over her moistened flesh.

His gaze focused on the working of the gleaming metal against her skin as he put a palm between her breasts and pushed her to lay back.  Gently but persistently he pressed the cool metal inside her.

Serena stared at the ceiling, biting down on the pleasurable groan she knew she had to keep to herself.

Clenching his teeth, he gripped her hips, plunged deep inside her, then gasped as he pulled out.

His breathing labored and his eyes narrow with lust, he walked away.  Moments later, he returned and poured water into her mouth.  When she’d drank half the bottle, he picked her up and carried her outside where he propped her up against a tree. After a moment’s thought he turned her face to the tree and tugged her hips to him while pushing her back down.

With an intensity she’d not seen or felt before, he entered her and pounded deep inside her until he pulled out with a roar and climaxed over her.

Almost at the verge of climaxing herself, she wanted to comment and wondered if the game was over, but knew she had to wait until he gave the clear order. He specifically told her not to come. Price had trained her so well, that she had total control over her body. She will not come until her master told her she could. And for now, Sebastian was her master, and she was his protégé. She loved this wild harsh side of him. It aroused her in all senses when a man knew what he wanted, took it, and asked questions later. But this was a new game for her. She didn’t know what to expect, and waited for Sebastian’s commands.

Was the game over? Only when he methodically raised her into a standing position and turn her around did she realize the game was still on.  His gaze was strangely blank and devoid of all emotion as he looked upon her like the inanimate object she portrayed.  With one firm yank and a disgusted grunt, he pulled the leather skirt off and tossed it into the grass.

He reached for the hose lying nearby and turned a piercing harsh spray on her.  The tiny droplets of water stung her skin, and when the spray came to her breasts the painful sensation almost had her crying out.  Sebastian changed the spray concentration on the nozzle, rendering it gentler but still hard.

Aiming the nozzle at her belly, he circled her belly button then brought the stream of water over her clitoris.  Instantly, her knees locked as the pleasurable sensation shot through her.  He casually directed the hose down her legs, ignoring the fire he’d ignited.

Occasionally he brought the spray back to her clitoris, but remained for only an excruciating short time.  With every passing of the hose, her orgasm came closer and closer.  Just when she thought he’d allow her the release of a silent and unnoticeable orgasm, Sebastian turned her around and hosed off her back.

The reprieve was enough for her to regain control of her legs, however when he turned her around again, he mercilessly aimed the water at her clitoris.

Serena steeled herself, keeping her body from jolting and jumping as the sensations built to an uncontrollable high.  As the first wave of her orgasm hit, she involuntarily twitched, earning her a cold glare from Sebastian.

If she didn’t control herself better, she’d be punished.

Another wave hit of her oncoming orgasm, hard and impossible to ignore.  She swallowed while she stared straight ahead, her gaze just a tad above Sebastian’s face.  It was coming and she feared she’d lose her composure.

She caught the gleam of pleasure in his eyes and stepped closer. “Now,” he commanded.

The stream of water intensified and her orgasm finally found its release.  As difficult as it was, Serena remained immobile and managed to keep her silence, while her entire body shook non-stop with the most intense pleasure. She wanted to roar. She wanted to scream out at the top of her lungs. But she kept her mouth clamped shut, intensifying the waves that whacked through her body sending her over the top. Her eyes rolled up in ecstasy.
Oh my God!
The effort was well worth it. Her orgasm was one of the strongest she’d ever experienced.

            Afterwards when she was sated and lying in Sebastian’s arms as he carried her back inside, he kissed her gently and smiled. “You were remarkable,” he said proudly. “It takes incredible discipline of your body to reach that level of orgasm, but you did.” He kissed her again. “And I thoroughly enjoyed it, too.”

Chapter 15

“I’d never done that before,” Serena said as she sat down to breakfast with Sebastian the following morning, her mind and body still reeling from the mind-blowing pleasure she received yesterday. Sebastian, oh Sebastian, had completely surprised her with his skills as a lover. He could be gentle and loving, yet demanding and so passionate. He had shown that he could be an absolute master dom as Price could be, yet he could allow himself the pleasure of reversing his role as a sub or vanilla or anything that Serena wanted.

He said I was his master.  That I was the one controlling how he made love to me, how I wanted it.

Looking over at his handsome face, his strong masculine profile, kind blue eyes, and full sensual lips; Serena’s eyes filled with tears. Sebastian had turned into the lover and the man, she had always dreamed of…

He’d set the table on the terrace with tiny jars of marmalade, fresh croissants, hot coffee.  Set over a bowl of ice was a small plate of soft cheese.

Serena tore a chunk off her croissant and put it in her mouth. Glancing down at Sebastian’s bare torso, she was once again overcome with the hunger to touch him.

His dark, smoldering beauty never failed to awaken something somber and deep inside her.  She longed to please him in so many ways, though she realized that longing was selfish.  It was her own need to touch him that drove her.

“Really?  I’m surprised.”  He sat back and sipped his coffee while he eyed her with interest.

She’d thrown on a baby blue shapeless dress she’d found in the closet.  While it didn’t hug her curves, the thin fabric left every curve and swell clearly visible in the early morning light. It was flattering on her…elegant, but with the drape that clung to her most feminine assets.

“Me, too.  I thought I’d experienced it all.”

“Did you like it?”

Serena nodded.  Though her limbs ached from remaining immobile a good part of the day, she’d loved every moment.  “I didn’t think I would at first.  I mean, I’ve been tied up before and I’ve often enjoyed a certain lack of control under those circumstances, but this was different.”

After he’d hosed her down and bought her to orgasm, he’d carried her inside. With rough and painful motions, he’d brushed her hair, parted it and made two playful pigtails.  He’d taken off the leather and had dressed her in short white shorts and a transparent white tank top with a green sports team logo splashed on the front.  Satisfied with her appearance, he’d set her on the sofa only to promptly ignore her.  Instead of starting a whole new game he’d turned on the television and had watched a boxing match, completely oblivious to her presence for over an hour.

“I’ll admit, there was something a little annoying, but highly arousing in the way you’d ignore me sometimes.”

He chuckled.  “Ignoring you wasn’t easy, but I knew it would drive you nuts.”

Between rounds, he’d quickly grope her, pinch her nipple or briefly shove his fingers down her shorts.  His touch was always just enough to make a spark, but just short of igniting the flame.  By the time one boxer finally fell to the mat, she was aching for release.

“I’m impressed.  You know Price put me through a lot over the years.  He taught me a lot.  But he never had the patience you displayed yesterday.”

Sebastian’s jaw twitched at the sound of “Price” but he cocked a brow.  “It was my natural instinct to hold you, cherish you, and lavish you with the loving attention you and your beautiful sexy body deserve, but since you love the unexpected, sometimes even total domination, I want you to be safe. I want you to be with someone who you can trust, who loves you so much that he would always watch out for your best interests. There’s no one I can trust for you to be with, except me, Serena. It pains me to hold back on you when all I want to do is rip your clothes off and pound into you. It pains me to ignore you, to make you wait for your release, when all I want to do is touch you and run my lips and tongue all over you.” He took a sip of his coffee. “You may not find me so patient today.”  He set down his coffee cup and disappeared into the kitchen.  Moments later he returned with a long narrow box.

“I love blue on you,” he said as he took her by the hand and urged her to stand.

Serena popped the last bite of her croissant in her mouth and stood facing him.

“But,” he went on as he grabbed the folds of the ample dress.  “I want to try something else.”  He pulled it over her head, leaving her to stand nude then turned her away from him.

Excited at the prospect of something new, Serena’s thighs tightened with sexual tension.

Sebastian put something cool and light on her arm and came around her.  She looked down to see the plastic food wrap that he stretched taunt over her breasts.  Glancing up at him, she cocked her brow.

“Don’t tell me this is something new as well.”

“Indeed.  My, my, Professor Sorensen, but you are one delightful surprise after another.”

He circled her several times until her breasts were firmly bound and her arms were clamped to her sides down to the elbow.

“I want you to have some freedom of movement but still be safe.”  Sebastian cut the plastic wrapping and patted the loose end at her back.  He began the same movements at her hips, wrapping her ass in the clear plastic.  When satisfied, he cut off the wrapper and ran his hand over her covered ass.

Coming to stand before her, he ran a finger across from one nipple to the other.

The sensation was strange and foreign as his touch glided over the plastic.  Sebastian reached for the bowl of ice on the table and pulled out an ice cube.  Licking his lips, he brought the ice to her nipple.

Serena kept her gaze on his eyes, so strong and hungry as they remained on her breasts.  She’d often seen hunger in Price’s eyes.  He’d always loved her body, but there was something different about the way Sebastian looked at her.  The hungriness was there, so was the arousal and need to mindlessly ravish her body, but even at his roughest, Sebastian’s eyes held more emotion than Price’s ever had.

This was a man who wrote the most touching and beautiful music in the world.  This was a man who knew how to express his love, knew how to love, and was not afraid to show the woman he love how much he cared for her.

He’s doing all this for me. Spending all his time in Switzerland hiding out and away from his demanding work, to be with me.

By the time the ice cube melted, her nipples were sore from the cold. Sebastian quickly remedied the situation by dipping his fingers in his coffee.

The contrast in temperature was subtle at first, but when he picked up the coffee pot and poured a thin stream of hot liquid over her breast, the contrast was painfully clear.

“How do you like that?”

“Stimulating,” Serena said, closing her eyes and relishing the feel of hot and cold against her skin. Her nipples were hard with arousal already, and she ached to relieve herself below.

“I thought maybe we’d go out today,” Sebastian said with a casual glance at his watch.

“Out where?”  She bit back on the more intriguing question… like this?

“That path there.”  He pointed to an opening in the field far beyond the duck pond. “It leads up the mountain.  It’s a beautiful view from the top.”

“Whatever you say,” she said with an appeasing smile.

Sebastian returned to the house and came back with a small backpack and a pair of gladiator flats for Serena. After strapping on the sandals, she followed him to the path.

At the head of the trail, Sebastian stopped and waved her by. “I think the hike up will be more enjoyable for me if I’m behind you.”

Smiling, Serena took the lead and swayed her hips as she took to the path. Though she’d feared they’d hike for hours and hours, only half an hour later they reached a small peak that offered a generous view of the surrounding mountains.

“This is beautiful, Sebastian.  It must inspire such wonderful music.”

“It has, but that’s not really what I had in mind today.”

He led her past a large boulder and she saw what he had in mind.  Drilled into the center of the boulder was a large metal loop with a short chain drawn through it. Handcuffs dangled, waiting for her.

Serena looked at the makeshift shelf beside the boulder and was surprised by the variety of implements.  A horsehair whip caught her eye.

Suddenly quiet and dark, Sebastian jerked her back to the boulder, turned her face to the stone and cuffed her in.  He pressed her up against the hard stone, but the layers of plastic film protected the soft skin of her breasts from the abrasive surface.