The Submission Sessions (5 page)

Less
than twenty-four hours later, Kerri was sitting opposite Sebastian at the best
table in the house, too aware of his eyes crawling over her exposed
collarbones.
 
He complimented her again
on her choice of gown, a knee length, off the shoulder dress in taupe satin
with a boned corset that pushed her ample breasts upwards and outwards far more
than she realized it would when she sat down. To his credit, he didn't ogle
her, nor did he ask the question Kerri could see in the depths of his eyes.
Sebastian was no doubt wondering if she'd followed his instructions regarding
her underwear. The greedy way his gaze had raced over body her when she got out
of the taxi made her glad she had.

"Thank
you. You look nice, too." Sebastian's grey suit looked to be silk,
handmade and wildly expensive. There was no other explanation for the way it
fit him so beautifully.

"Relax,
Kerri." He took the bottle of wine from the sommelier and poured her a
glass.

"I'm
fine.
 
I love this place. Have you dined
here before?"

"A few times, but never with such lovely
company."

She
glowed with pleasure before a twinge of warning in the pit of her stomach made
her remember she shouldn't lose her head or let down her guard.

The
meal was everything she thought it would be. The conversation flowed easily at
first as one course followed another, all of it beautifully presented but
totally wasted on her. Kerri tried to experience all of the flavors and
textures of the exquisite food place before her, but as the end of the meal
drew nearer, she found it hard to concentrate on anything but the knot of fear
in the pit of her stomach.

"Would
you like dessert?"

Kerri
tore her gaze away from the starched white tablecloth she'd been staring at for
at least five minutes and shook her head. Sebastian suddenly looked almost as
tense as she felt, and, if so, he had her sympathy.

He
gestured for the waiter, placing his credit card on the table. "What would
you like to do now?"

"I
don't know. It's a lovely night. Would you like to take a walk?"

His
grin told Kerri he knew she was playing for time, but he didn't let her get
away with it. "My apartment is only a couple of streets away. Would you
like to come home with me?”

Sebastian's
typical bluntness put the ball firmly back in her court.
This is it.
Decision time.

"Yes,
thank you. That would be nice."
 
She
grinned as Sebastian laughed at her answer, aware that she sounded more like a
Sunday
School
teacher who'd been asked to join a
knitting circle than she did a woman who'd just been invited to what was
probably going to be the night of her life.

He
kissed her for the first time after they stepped out of the restaurant. The
moment her lips met his, Kerri knew she'd made the right decision.
 
She opened her mouth, deepening the kiss,
wanting to taste more of him than just the tongue he slipped between her lips.
Whatever the consequences, she was going to have sex with him. Once she'd made
up her mind, the short walk from the restaurant to Sebastian's apartment wasn't
anywhere near short enough.

Sebastian
led Kerri up to his apartment on the top floor of the building that housed his
office and followed her in through the open door. She heard a click as he
switched on a series of discreetly placed lights, casting a warm glow across
the walls and ceiling. The place was vast, with floor to ceiling windows, exposed
brick walls, and plush leather couches that were much more modern than the ones
in his office. Kerri's nerves were forgotten as she gazed around the vast loft,
stunned he could afford to rent so much space in New York.

When
she finished her inspection, she looked around for Sebastian, finding him
reclining on one of the sofas. He'd removed his jacket and loosened his tie as
if trying to make himself comfortable, but Kerri could see the tense set of his
shoulders as he watched her with a stillness that was almost unsettling.
 
Indecision kept her rooted to the spot.
Should she cross the room on shaky legs to sit beside him, or stay where she
was and let him come to her?
 
Sebastian
made her mind up for her.

He
got to his feet but didn't come any closer, and tugged at the knot of his tie.
It slipped through the collar of his shirt as he yanked it from his neck and
threw it on the sofa behind him. Next, he flipped open the buttons of his shirt
with dexterous fingers made expert by the fact he no doubt done it a thousand
times before. Sebastian tugged the tails out of his pants and slid the shirt
off the ends of his arms, bunching it in his hands before throwing it over to
where his tie had landed.

Kerri's
mouth went dry as she stared in awe at an expanse of broad chest dusted with
fine dark hair, and she realized that she suddenly wasn't nervous anymore. She
watched him kick off his shoes and tug his socks off his feet, then held her
breath when his hand went to the belt at his waist. Sebastian undid his suit
pants without ceremony or hesitation and thrust them down his legs, along with
his underwear.
 
He stepped clear of them,
leaving the clothing in a bundle on the floor. He dropped his hands to his
sides, as if allowing her to inspect his body.

If
male perfection had a name, it would be Sebastian March. The thought flashed
through Kerri's mind as she let her gaze crawl over him. Broad shoulders gave
way to a wide chest, slim hips, and strongly muscled thighs.
 
His penis was long and thick, but not too
wide, and Kerri got a little wetter as she imagined how it would feel inside
her. Sebastian's cock twitched as she stared at it, and she watched it grow
longer and harder under her gaze.

Sebastian's
voice cut through the electrically charged air separating them.
 
"Kerri, take off your dress."
 

Chapter Four

His
tone brooked no argument, not that she wanted to argue. She threw her bag on
the sofa opposite his along with her wrap, and reached back for the zipper on
her dress. The cool night air kissed her skin as the zipper gave way, and she
hesitated for a moment, remembering too late that she didn't have any underwear
on.

"Either
you take it off, or I rip it off your body. It's up to you."

The
urge go tell him to go ahead and tear it off her was very tempting, but the
look in his eyes told her he'd do it in a heartbeat, and the dress was much too
pretty for that. Kerri peeled the satin over her breasts, her gaze fixed on his
face, watching him as he watched her. His lips parted a little, and the thought
that he wanted to suck her nipples leapt into her mind.

The
gown resisted when she tried to roll it down past her hips, but a slight wiggle
got it moving again. Sebastian groaned and ran a hand through his hair,
frustration, impatience, or maybe both, getting the better of him. Kerri slid
the dress off her legs, surprised that she didn't feel more self conscious. The
desire in his eyes left her in no doubt how much he enjoyed looking at her, and
she couldn't resist the opportunity to tempt him a little more by bending down
to pick up her dress and showing him her ass as she walked away from him in her
heels and dropped the gown on the sofa.

She
turned around to find him approaching, his steps slow and measured, as if
stalking her. His large frame dwarfed hers as he drew level, even though she
was still wearing heels. Sebastian reached around her to tug at the clip
holding her hair and dragged his fingers through the tresses as he released
them to tumble around her shoulders.

He
closed the distance between them, and Kerri was acutely aware of the tips of
her nipples brushing against the hair on his chest as he pressed his body into
hers. The warmth of his skin seeped into her as his arm locked around her waist,
and he tilted her face so he could kiss her.

His
hot tongue surged into her mouth again, claiming her, and she tugged on his
hair to pull him closer. Sebastian did likewise, bunching her curls in his hand
as he angled her head this way and that, sealing their lips together so tightly
that she wouldn't be able to suck in a breath unless he wanted her to.
 
He released her mouth and grazed his teeth
down the column of her neck as he filled his hands with her breasts, lifting
their weight as he rubbed the pads of his thumbs across her sensitive nipples.

Kerri
ran her palms over his torso, tracing the shape of the muscles in his abdomen
as she made her way down to his penis. Sebastian grunted against her neck when
she wrapped her hand around his cock.
 

She
opened her mouth to tell him how good his weight felt in her hand, but she
never got a chance to utter the words. Sebastian picked her up and set her down
on the back of the sofa, using his shoulder to force her to lean against the
bricks. His torso forced her thighs apart as he slid down into the space
between her legs, and he splayed his hands against her skin, spreading her
wide.

He
lowered his head to her groin, staring at her pussy with an intensity that
would have made her blush if she wasn't so turned on.
"My
God, Kerri.
Do you have any idea how much I love looking at you?"

When
he grabbed her hand and dragged it down to rest against her clit, Kerri knew
what he wanted her to do, but she'd rather he did it for her.
 
Please
touch me
, she thought, praying he wouldn't make her beg.

"I
don't need to be asked twice." Sebastian grinned up at her and thrust one
of his fingers deep inside her pussy, plunging it in and out a few times before
leaning in and sucking her clit into his mouth.

Kerri
jerked as a hard pulse of pleasure drew her insides tight, pulling his finger
deeper inside her. His tongue swirled over her bud, making her quiver each time
it passed over her most sensitive parts. When he pulled away, she dug her
fingers into the sofa to stop herself from tugging on his hair and dragging him
back.

He
pressed a kiss against her thigh and grabbed her hand again and placed it
between her legs. "I want to watch as you make yourself come for me."

A
hot trickle of moisture oozed out of her at the thought of having his eyes on
her as she did something in front of him that she'd never done in front of
anyone else. Kerri plunged her fingers into her wet hole, coating her fingers
with her juices and then placed them against her clit. Sebastian's hands
gripped her harder, and he pushed against her thighs to spread her wide as she
began to rub herself.

Kerri
slumped against the wall, tilting her head so she could see the expression in
Sebastian's eyes as he watched her.
 
His
piercing blue gaze jumped from her groin to her face and back again, as if he
didn't know what to concentrate on. Her pussy convulsed again, releasing more
moisture, and she saw him bite his lip, like he was fighting the urge to taste
her.
 

The
unbridled want in his eyes turned her on so much that she felt the first twinge
of an orgasm lingering just out of reach, but then a thought lodged in her
head.
 
Sebastian was holding back,
denying his own pleasure until she'd found hers.

Her
frantic movements slowed as the old feelings of inadequacy came flooding back.
She looked into his eyes to find him staring up at her, and she couldn't figure
out what he might be thinking from the expression on his face.

I thought it
would be different with him, but why should it be? I'm still the same neurotic
mess I've always been. Nothing's changed.

Sebastian
jerked away from her and got to his feet, towering over her where she sat on
the back of the sofa. "It's my fault. I'm giving you too much time to
think."

"What
do you mean?"

"I've
read you all wrong, Kerri. I thought if I let you make yourself come the first
time, then you'd stop worrying about whether you had an orgasm or not, but
that's not going to work."
 
He
grabbed her hand and pulled her off the couch.
  
"Let's start again. The only thing I am going to ask of you tonight
is that you make me a promise, okay?"

Kerri
nodded, her gaze fixed on his lips, desperate to taste him again.
 
"Okay."

"If
you want me to stop doing something, you have to tell me. Don't expect me to
have enough control over my abilities to know every thought that goes through
your head. If you don't stop me, I'll take your silence as consent.
 
And I'd better warn you up front that I'm not
going to give you time to feel self-conscious or allow that over-analytical
brain of yours to get in the way again. When your body is crying out for more,
I am going to give it to you, and if you pull away from me, I'll drag you back
and just keep right on doing it. Do you understand?"

"Yes,
I understand, but how do I know I'm giving you what you need?"

"You'll
know because you're only gonna do what I'll tell you to do. This isn't a
democracy, Kerri. For the next few hours at least, I want you to surrender to
me."