The Innocent (7 page)

When Serena let out an erotic gasp, he stopped suddenly and glared at her.  “What did I say about the noise?”

“I’m sorry,” she sighed.  “Silent.  Yes.  I’ll remain silent.”

“Don’t make me have to punish you.”  He gave her a warning pat on the butt.

“No.”

He resumed his heavy thrusts and came, fast and satisfying, but he was far from done with her.  Remaining inside her, he fondled her breasts, sucked on each nipple and reveled in her cries for more, despite his harsh reprimand.  “You give me no choice,” he warned.  After a sound slap on her thigh, he stroked her clitoris with his thumb until the tiny nub of sensitive skin was hard and erect.

Her face said it all, the rapture, the joy, the pleasure he brought her.  Only a quiet grunt escaped her as she bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out.  He wanted to see that face, contorted in ecstasy, every day and night.  In a matter of minutes, his flaccid member regained strength and girth, filling her again.  He pulled out and glared at her.

With a wicked grin, he yanked her off the dresser and pushed her face first into the large window that looked out at the surrounding buildings.  “Put your hands in the air and keep them there,” he commanded.  “And spread your legs.”

She obeyed and glanced at him with new admiration.

Digging his fingers into the firm flesh of her ass, he groaned, and when she winced with pain, he dug deeper.  Sliding his member between her cheeks, he let out a groan of pleasure.  “Turn around,” he growled as he backed away.

 “Kneel,” he said.

She dropped to her knees and looked up at him.

“What are you?”

“Yours,” she said.

“My what?”  He stepped closer, his erection brushing her cheek.

“Yours.”

“Yes, mine.”  He grabbed his erection and brushed her cheek with it.  “Mine.  And what will you do for me?”

“Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Ask me anything.”

“I want you to please me.”  After another slap of his hard shaft against her soft cheek, he backed away and pulled out the small chair that was tucked under the cheap desk.

“I’ll do whatever pleases you, Sebastian. I want to do everything to make you happy.”

Sitting down, he took his hardened shaft in his hand and looked expectantly at her.  “Then dance for me, Serena.”

With a wanton smile, she bent forward then flipped her hair back, giving the long shiny locks a look of wild abandonment.  Swaying sensually to the music in her head, she turned her back to him and inched her ass closer and closer to his face.

When he bit playfully into the flesh, she turned to him with mock surprise and shock then carried on with her erotic dance.  She grabbed her breasts while suggestively licking her lips then brought her hand between her thighs.

Soon, Sebastian’s erection was on the verge of exploding again. “Sit on me,” he said.

Serena barely had time to turn around that he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to his erection.  Forceful and urgent, he settled her over his throbbing erection then let her take her own rhythm as she rode him.

“Stop,” he called out through a hissing breath.  He gripped her hips and kept her up allowing just the tip of his hard-on to remain inside her.  Putting a firm hand to her back, he bent her over, giving him a better view of their joint venture.  “I’ll never get enough of this,” he growled.  “I’ll never get enough of touching you.”

He plunged deep inside her and stood.  Putting his hand to her belly, he guided her to the dresser and laid her face against the hard surface.  With the fury of a man possessed, he pounded into her, the sound of his flesh slapping against hers adding to the fire that raged throughout his body.

As his orgasm built up, he reached for her long hair, fisting the tangled locks between his fingers as he pulled back, forcing her to look up and arch her back.  In the mirror facing her, he saw her breasts bounce with every movement and caught the look of absolute rapture on her face.

“You like this, don’t you,” he murmured into her ear as he slowed the pace of his thrusts.  “You like this.”

She groaned her pleasure.

“Tell me you like it.”

“I like it.”

“Tell me you want more.”

“I want more… much more.”

“You want this?”  He shoved his hard-on deep inside her.

“Yes.”

He pulled out and nudged his hard on against her asshole.  “You want this?”

“Yes.”

Parting her cheeks, he licked the sensitive skin surrounding her anus.  With gentle motions, he slid his finger inside and worked her tight muscles until they accepted the foreign body.

“You want it?”

“Yes.”

A grimace of wicked anticipation played on his face as he slowly inched his erection inside the tight opening.  The sensation was too much as it traveled over his body, paralyzing him as every blood cell rushed to the center of excitement.

“Tell me you feel me, Serena.”

“You're a beast, Sebastian.  You're a beast with a huge cock.”

Sebastian was allowed only a few slow strokes before his orgasm took over.  He pulled out of her, and with one hand on her back holding her down and the other working his erection, he spilled his orgasm all over her back and ass.

“You pig,” she cried.

“You delicious slut,” he countered.  He gave her ass a sound slap.  “Now clean this up.”

Obediently, she went to the bathroom and ran hot water over a washcloth.  She returned to find Sebastian laid out on the bed.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, she wiped off the remains of their encounter.

With a fading glimmer of arousal still in his eyes, Sebastian glanced at her.  “Now go wash yourself.”

Nodding, she stood and went to the shower.  As the warm water flowed over her body, Sebastian came in to join her.  He took the soap from her hand and looked lovingly into her eyes.  With gentle, tender hands, he washed her, delicately scrubbing the washcloth over every inch of her body.  He shampooed her hair, careful to rinse every strand.

Fresh and clean, he pulled her into his arms and just reveled in the feel of her skin as the warm water caressed them both. “I love you, Serena,” he murmured into her hair. “Did I hurt you? Are you alright?”

Serena smiled. “If you did, I love you manhandling me. It’s such a turn-on.”

“Everything about you is a turn-on for me,” Sebastian said, kissing her earlobe. He moved to kiss her mouth, which she opened and began sucking on his tongue.

“God, you drive me wild,” Sebastian said. “I want to make love to you every day and every night. I can’t get enough of you.”

Once more aroused, he made love to her, slow and loving as he pinned her to the ceramic wall that surrounded the old, chipped bathtub.  He wanted to savor the last moments with her.

“You're going to kill me,” he said as his orgasm drained him of his last ounce of energy.

“You brought it on yourself,” she whispered.

He stepped out of the shower and dried off while she rinsed off the remained of their final union.  Reluctant to see their time together come to an end, he returned to the bedroom and slowly got dressed.

When she emerged, nude, and glistened with droplets of water, she checked the bedside clock.  “I only have half an hour left before Laura…”

The euphoria of the moment quickly faded as he faced the reality of their relationship. He swallowed the pain and looked at her. “I know.”  He reached for her hand and set a gentle kiss in her palm.  “That was great.”

“It was.”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked again, wanting to be sure.

“No, I loved it.  You surprised me.”  She pulled on her panties and slipped the mini dress over her head.

“I’m full of surprises.”

“So I see.  Tell you the truth I didn’t think you had it in you… that fury, that fire.  You're usually so… quiet and gentle.  Where did this wild beast come from?  I mean…” She hesitated a moment while her guarded eyes focused on the floor. “Is this something you recently picked up?”

He heard the accusation behind the question.  Had he slept with anyone new? Shrugging, he chuckled nervously. “I guess the beast has always been there… dormant.”

“You certainly seemed to know what you were doing.”

He shrugged again, fearful of the direction the conversation had taken. “It’s just something I experienced once… a long, long time ago.  I was just a teen then and didn’t really appreciate it.”  He pressed an innocent smile. “I guess I was too horny no matter what was presented to me and I didn’t understand the need for this kind of thing.”

“And now?”

“I think you bring out that animal in me.  You make me feel wild and you make me want to do wild things with you.  You make me want to open up and show you all that I am.”

Patting her dress smooth, she looked suspiciously at him.  “And who did you experience this wild abandonment with?  I’d think there weren’t a lot of teen girls running around letting teen boys dominate them.”

Sebastian buttoned up his shirt and glanced at the clock.  “We better hurry before you're late.”

Grinding her teeth together and clenching her fists, Serena glared menacingly at him. “Who, Sebastian?”

He didn’t want the afternoon to end on a bad note.  It’d been such an idyllic hour spent with her and he knew his answer would ruin everything.  “Please, Serena, let’s not…”

“It’s Willow, isn’t it?”

“Serena.”

“Answer me!  Is it Willow?”

“It was such a long time ago.”

Serena grabbed the ice bucket off the desk and hurled it at him.  “You just fucked me the way you fucked her?” she shouted.

“No.  This had nothing to do with her.”

“Liar.  Just like everything that’s come out of your mouth since I first met you is a lie.”  Grabbing her purse, she headed to the door.

“Serena, wait.  This is crazy.  My time with you has nothing to do with Willow.”

“It had everything to do with her. You’re still with her…probably going to marry her!”

“Please, let me bring you home.”

“I’ll take a cab.”

“Please, don’t leave like this. Serena, not like this.”

She turned to face him with venom in her hate filled glare.  “You're a pig, Sebastian Sorensen.  A real pig.”  She stomped out and slammed the door so hard, the picture frame on the wall fell to the worn out stained carpeting.

Chapter 10

“Serena.” Sebastian slammed his palm into the thin door before she could get it open and walk out.  “I’m not going to let you leave like this.”

“Great.  Are you going to try to prove that you can be just as controlling as Price?”

“Exactly the opposite.” Grasping her shoulders, he turned her around and firmly pushed her back into the door.  His gaze softened as he fingered a lock of her hair. “I want to show you that I’m nothing like Price.”

Serena cast her gaze down to the ugly carpeting.

“I want you to look at me, Serena.”  He directed her gaze to his.  “I want you to see how much I love you.  This has nothing to do with Willow. She was my past. And yes, she and I had a physical relationship when we were teens, but now there is nothing. Although she tried, and I suspect she had more to do with my food poisoning and tire slashing, whatever she tries to keep me away from you, it would never work.  Why? Because I am madly and crazy in love with you, Serena. Please do not be jealous of Willow. There is nothing there, and please don’t be so angry. Are you so unaccustomed to being love that you don’t know what it looks like?”

“You deliberately hid the truth about your relationship with Willow.  I might not know a lot about love, but I know you shouldn’t hide such things.”

“There’s a difference between hiding and not telling.  As far as Willow and I are concerned, there’s nothing to tell, Serena.  My relationship with her was dead long ago, as I’ve just said.  It barely meant anything at the time and it means even less today.”

“Look, either way it hardly matters now.  You have your thing with Willow and I have to get back home.”

“To Price,” Sebastian said bitterly. “Why do you continue to subject yourself to Price’s demands?”

“You could never understand, Sebastian.  No matter what I tell you, you’ll never understand.”

“Just like you don’t understand about Willow and me? Except I’m not with her, like you are with Price.  But tell me why, Serena.  Why are you with him? I’m a good listener, and, last time I was tested, my IQ wasn’t all that bad, so try me.”

“This isn’t the sort of thing that is understood by an impressive IQ.”

“Still.  Try me.  The worse that can happen is you leave here and I still don’t understand why you're with him.”

She inhaled a long, deep breath and tried to find the words that would explain her relationship with Price.  “We have a past that runs deep.”

“I’ve let go of my past with Willow, Serena.  There’s no reason you can't let go of your past with Price.  He has no hold on you.  You're free to do as you please.”

She looked pointedly at him.  “It pleases me to be with him.”

His jaw tensed and he offered her a conceding nod.  “I thought it pleased you to be with me.”

“It does… very much, but it’s not the same thing.  My relationship with him is different.  I really don’t expect you to understand, Sebastian.”

Sebastian snickered.  “You know, making love to you today…  I wanted you to know how much I feel for you, how much I care, but I also wanted to show you the side of me that is prepared to do anything to please you. To try new things with you. I know you like it a little rough.  I recognized that a while ago, and I have to admit it thrills me as well.  I enjoy the sound of my hand against your thigh and I love the look in your eye when I pin you to the wall.  Admit it, you were just as intoxicated and turned on as I was.”

“I’ve never denied you turn me on, Sebastian.”

“The difference between the way Price manhandles you and the way I love you is that we were playing roles, we were both enjoying the game.  After the rough sex, I’m able to hold you in my arms and caress you.  I can make slow, tender love to you and show you that, while sex is hot and exciting, it is also loving. You may act out the role of the sub for me, but you are the one in control. You are the one dominating me. Can Price do that?  I bet he can’t.  Price doesn’t really know the meaning of love.  What Price knows is control, and that’s what he does to you.  Price literally controls your every move, in and out of bed.  I know he’s the reason you haven’t been in class this past week, right?”