Sebastian: The Complete Series (12 page)

“I want to fuck you though. I think about it a lot. You're beautiful, everything I want from a partner. You feel so good inside. You don’t do this much, do you?”

“No.”

“Most of the whores I've been with are so eager to be fucked. That’s why I like them new, but none were tight like you. You don’t relax much for me. I like that.”

He squirted more oil on me and added a third finger, brushing up against my button and making me moan. He pressed on it constantly, he didn’t usually let me come so soon, so I just laid there, waiting for him to stop. He didn’t, he fucked me hard, whispering dirty things into my ear while he fingered me. How he wanted me, how he needed to see me get fucked. He wanted to double team and watch me get a cock in my arse, to feel me after I'd been used. Dirty talk always got me hot and I moaned, arching my back and taking him deeper.

“That's it, Sebastian. Let me fuck you, baby.” I came hard for him and he was laughing like he always did when I shot over the sheets. “You always come hard for me.”

I laid still, letting his fingers slip from me. I almost said that was fast, but I didn’t because he may have wanted another go.

“I have to be quick tonight. I have a lot of work to get home to. I'm glad I could fit you in. I enjoyed myself. The next time we meet, I’ll want to use some toys on you. Dildos, a plug. Nothing scary and nothing you can’t handle.”

“Okay.” I didn’t think there would be another time. This was the last time I wanted to be in this room and have him touch me. There was just something off about him and the more I met him the more obvious it became. “Just let me know when and if I need to bring anything.”

“I have my own toys. I’ll bring them along, let you choose which ones you like the best.”

I
didn’t shower at the hotel. I just dressed and made my way down to my car. I always called the office after a date to let them know everything was okay. Suzie was back on duty and shocked to hear it was over so soon. I was glad, but I just told her he wanted to book me in again and said I was going home for a bath and asked her to call me as soon as she heard from the new client tomorrow morning.

“Is this the same Robert who we talked about before you joined us?”

“What?” Shit! How the fuck did she remember that? “No… I mean, Robert’s a common name.”

“You're lying to me.” She laughed loudly. “Found you, did he?”

I opened the car and groaned. “I may have run into him a couple of weeks ago. He said he'd be calling in.”

“Looking forward to it?”

“I am.” I laughed as I threw in my coat and got in the car. “I gotta go. I'm driving home. I’ll speak to you soon.”

It was dark and not many cars were on the road so I made it home in under an hour and parked up outside the house and stretched. A sleek Mercedes passed me and it got my attention straight away because it looked so similar to the ones the agency used. I followed it as it crept by, but it didn’t stop and turned at the end of the road. Thank God, I thought the silly bitch Liz had booked me for another date.

The house was a total shit hole as usual, it always had been, but now I was complaining about it. Not that I helped clean it up, but I hated living it such a dump. The dishes were piled high in the sink and the whole place smelt like dope. That would be Tony and his new boyfriend.

I tripped over the pile of shoes at the bottom of the stairs and swore loudly as I jumped over them and made my way upstairs to my room. I could afford my own place now, a good one with no one in there to mess it up while I was out, but I hated living alone.

My room was a little better, but it had clothes everywhere because my wardrobe had doubled since I started working as an escort I had no more room to hang them up so I had hung them on the curtain rail and over the doors. It wasn’t a place I really liked coming back to and Harry chose the right time to call and check up on my dreaded date with Anthony.

“It was terrible, more than the last time. I hate him now, he creeps me out and I'm not going on another date. I don’t care what he offers Harriot.”

“He's been with us for years. I doubt she’ll want to piss him off by saying no.”

“She can come up with something, like I’ve got some disease he’ll catch or something. Hey, I hate it here. Let me sleep at yours.”

“Okay, bring a bottle of wine. I've run out.”

“Okay, see you soon.”

I snuck a bottle from the fridge and left by the back door because it was closest and I didn’t have to walk through the house and kill myself as I left. I caught a bus because there was no parking where Harry lived at it was quicker. It only took my five minutes to get outside his place.

Harry and I hugged when I got to his apartment then we opened the bottle and I bitched about my date to him. We both felt something was off with Anthony but we couldn't put our finger on it, just that he felt strange. It was probably due to his job and the lack of live human contact. His inability to get hard must piss him off a lot. It would do to me.

We talked about Robert. Harry was trying to talk me out of seeing him for the fourth time when my phone went off and my I saw my housemate’s number flashing at me.

“Hey, Tony. What's up?”

“Thank fuck. The house got broke into.”

“Who’d do that? And how did they get out alive? The place is a shit hole.”

“They didn’t take anything.”

“Only because they couldn't find anything through the rubbish.”

“Sebastian…” He breathed out loudly. “The police want to talk to you. Can you get here?”

“Nope, I've had too much to drink and I'm not pissing about right now. Tell them if they need anything I can call them up tomorrow, and don’t fucking say a word about my job.”

“I wouldn’t… Where are you?”

“At Harry’s. I’ll be working all day tomorrow. I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Okay.”

Harry topped up my glass and raised his eyebrow. “Trouble?”

“Some silly twat broke into the house. Somehow they got out alive. I don’t know how because I almost killed myself just going upstairs. I need a new place to live. Want to help me look for something at the weekend?”

“Sure. There are some nice places here. You'd be my neighbour.”

“Awww, how sweet.” I looked around the place. “Why don’t we get a bigger place and spilt it?”

“I don’t know, I like it here.”

“It would be the same place but bigger. All these apartments are the same.”

“Maybe. Ask me again when I'm sober.”

It was half an hour later and we were getting ready for bed when there was a loud knock at the door. Both of us jumped.

Harry looked through the peep hole and swore. “It’s the police.”

“Fuck! Have they ever been here before?”

“No… Shit!” He opened the door and stared hesitantly at them.

“We’re looking for Sebastian Knight.”

“Oh, he’s here. Is this about the break in?”

“May we speak to him please?”

“Of course, come in.” Harry threw me a worried look as they walked in.

“I'm Sebastian.”

“Mr Knight, we’re here to talk to you about the break in at number forty three Oak Hirst Avenue which happened about three hours ago.”

I looked between the two officers and nodded. “Take a seat. So, was something of mine taken? I thought I'd catch up with you tomorrow.”

“Nothing was taken, Mr Knight.” He passed me a bunch of printed images of my bedroom. All my clothes, the good ones I might add, had been destroyed. Every one had a slash mark through it or the sleeves cut off. “They only targeted your clothes, Mr Knight.”

A cold shiver went through me and I looked at Harry then passed them to him, he gasped when he saw them.

“Do you have an ex we need to know about?”

“No.” My mind ran through a few options. “I had a guy over for the night. He's the only one who knows where I live and who would have a reason to be pissed off at me.”

“We’ll need his details.”

“Okay… I know where he works and what he looks like.”

“What's his name?”

“I said, I know where he works and what he looks like.” I held my hands up and rolled my eyes. “I'm not goods with names.”

“Okay, anyone else?”

“No one knows where I live.”

“A work colleague? Someone’s partner who you may have pissed off by bringing their other half home? Anything?”

“No…” My mind sprung to Leigh and his wife, but he had no idea where I lived, so it couldn't be them. “No one knows where I live.”

“You can be followed home, Sir. It’s easy to do. Please bear that in mind when you think about possibilities. This is serious. Someone gained access to your house, to your personal belongings. They could do it again. You were supposed to be there tonight, right?”

I nodded and a big cold sheet of panic went over me. “I left by the back door and got a bus here.”

“Hmm, your flatmates thought you'd been taken when they saw your car outside and you gone.”

“I'm sorry, I didn’t think… Fuck! Do you think they wanted to hurt me?”

“They could have. This is a warning which we need to take seriously.”

“He’ll be staying here with me until this is sorted out.” Harry sat next to me and took my hand in his. “We’ll think about other people when he's calmed down.”

I gave them the details of the blond in Queens Court then listened to them give me advice on how to keep safe, they suggested not been alone until they had more information and asked if I could check the room out and let them know if anything had gone missing.”

When they left, I had a shot of vodka and paced around the room just looking at the print offs they’d left.

“It can't be a client, can it? I mean, Leigh has a wife, but…”

“What about Robert?”

“What? No way, he doesn’t know where I live and he wouldn’t do this.”

“You don’t know him. You don’t know any of them. You can't trust anyone right now.”

“He's never been anywhere near my house, and he’s never had the opportunity to follow me home. It won't be him, it’s not his style.”

“You said he was angry, jealous maybe when you mentioned other men. What if he came over early and found you'd gone to see another client?”

“It won't be him. Jesus, I'd blame Anthony before…” I drifted off and bit my nails. Anthony was creepy, but would he do anything like this? “Leigh is obsessed with me. It could be him, but I don’t want to point them in his direction and get him into trouble for no reason.”

“He sounds like a sweetheart.”

“Aww, shut up. You just fancy him.”

“He sounds beautiful, and he also sounds like he wouldn’t say boo to a goose. It can't be him.”

“Boo to a goose? Really? Where do you get these things from?”

“My grandma.” He smiled at me then dragged me into his bedroom. “Let’s share tonight. No touching.”

“I'm not really in the mood, I don’t know why.”

M
orning came and went because I stayed in bed, occasionally waking to a bad dream about my strange stalker attacking me. I'd spent all night thinking about who it could be, wondering if they would find me again and how I could keep safe. Poor Harry woke up early for his gym session but didn’t go in the end because he was too worried about leaving me alone. He even talked to Harriot about what happened and sorted out things with her.

She didn’t want me living in my shared house anymore, she didn’t even want me to have contact with my housemates and she hated I discussed so much about the escort service with them. They knew too much, and with the police involved, she was getting jumpy. I was too of course, not that she knew because I was holed up in bed with the covers over my head and my mind running a million miles an hour.

It was twelve when I got out and had a shower. Robert would be already on his way, and I wanted to see him despite everything. He had a way of switching me off, and I needed that. Harriot and I spoke eventually, and I got all of the stress direct from her and not from Harry that time. She’d checked out Robert more herself and felt confident about me seeing him, but still had doubts about him.

My mind was so busy with everything, when I got the call Robert arrived in Leeds and was waiting for me in the Hilton, I didn’t even feel excitement. The day before I'd been eager for him to be with me, and now it all felt slightly off. I was worried, who wouldn’t be? What did I really know about the men who I saw? There was the safety net of the credit cards being checked out and their details on file, but those could be falsified. If I did go missing, what could be done about it really?

I'd called Robert on his mobile number, he’d answered with his full name and it matched the details on the card, but then I'd called from the office and he would have the number stored in his phone, so he could have been lying. I was so frustrated with myself in the car on the way I screwed my hands together and fought down the nerves inside me. It wasn’t Robert. It was someone else. I knew it my gut, I could feel it.

The Hilton was packed with some big sales conference and I made my way quickly through the lobby and into the elevator. He’d booked the same room as the first night we spent here which made me smile and I felt a little giddy about how he remembered and wanted to use it again. When I arrived at his room, I paced outside for a few minutes. He’d booked me for the standard date time, which could be extended by me if I wanted to, as long as the agency got their money, they didn’t really care.

I knocked on the door and took a deep breath. He opened it with a hesitant smile on his face which made me smile. “Hi, Robert.” I rolled the r and t and he smiled more openly.

“Hello.” He moved aside so I could walk into his room and closed the door behind us, making sure to lock it. “You look tired, is everything okay?”

I made my way to the window and checked out the view, keeping my back to him and the shock I had on my face hidden. I didn’t expect him to notice, or to bring it up.

“I'm fine. Nice view. Did you look this time?”

“I did.” He chuckled and stood behind me, wrapping an arm around my stomach and tilting my face to his with his other hand so he could look right into my eyes with his big soft brown ones. “I usually only get to see the hospital, or the roads leading to it.” He smiled then kissed me softly, turning me around so I was pressed up against him and the window. He sighed when he stood back. I was gripping his shirt in my fists, trying to keep him close. Those lips tasted too good and I didn’t want to let him go so quickly. I missed kissing. “I thought we’d go out for lunch.”

“What?” I let go of his shirt and straightened up. “Go out? In town?”

“Yes.” He laughed at the look of horror on my face. “This is a date, right?” He lifted his brow and I rolled my eyes. “Dates involve dinner, drinks, talking.”

“Sex.” I grinned at him, but he was already pulling on his coat.

“We should leave. If I stay here any longer, I’ll have us both naked and in bed faster than you can blink.” He looked up and down my body and sighed. “Let’s go.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. You can show me the sights.”

“Sights? I just… honestly? I wouldn’t even know where to begin. I'm sure you and I don’t have the same tastes.”

He was gently coaxing me to the door. “How about we do what you want to, and later…” He grabbed my arse tightly and pulled me in for a kiss. When he reluctantly stepped back, we were both hard and I was trying my best to cling onto him. “I’ll do what I want
to
you.”

“What if I want to stay here and see the sight of your hot body fucking me on that comfy looking bed six feet away?”

Robert rubbed his eyes with his palms then opened the door, quickly stepping outside and dragging me with him. “I will be doing that to you.” I leaned up and nipped his earlobe, making him groan. “Come on.”

We walked to the lift, keeping as close as we could together all the way there. While we waited for it to arrive, I leaned against the wall, looking at his body and imagining it naked and top of me, behind me, underneath me.

“Stop looking at me like that.” Robert laughed, his cock was hard and trying to get out of his sexy dark grey jeans which showed off every inch of his muscular thighs and tight arse. His arse was beautiful naked, but seeing it shifting and hidden from view, so close to me was driving me mad. “Sebastian…” He moved closer, pressing himself up against me and covering every inch of my body with his. “Fuck!”

“We should go back to the room while we have the chance. Trust me, I can't wait too long to get you inside me. You may have to fuck me outside at this rate.” I kissed him then bit his lip, thrusting up into his dick and grinding against him. “Bed sounds good, right?”

“Very.”

The lift doors pinged open and he stepped back, pulling me along again and pressing the button for the ground floor while I ran my hands over his arse.

“You have the best arse. You lied about all the gym time.”

“I play squash twice a week. That helps keep it looking good.” I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my cock into his firm cheeks.

“It feels good too.” I don’t know why or where the next sentence came from, but I said it anyway. “Do you bottom?”

He pressed back on me and rubbed my cock, getting it harder than I thought it could do. “Depends on what I feel like. Not really. I have done. Not in a long time though. I was in university.”

The doors opened and I stepped back from him and we both shared a sexy smile as we walked out.

“I'm hard as hell. People are going to notice.” Robert adjusted his jeans a little but it did nothing to hide his glorious cock from being on display. You could see the thick ridge of his dick easily and it made me far too hot. I could feel the sweat running down my forehead and wiped it quickly as he laughed at the state of me.

“Yep, you sure can. Your cock looks fine in those jeans. Let’s go back to the room. Or find somewhere quiet here. I'd bend over for you in a breath.”

“Please, Sebastian.” His cock thickened and I growled a little, stopping walking and hiding my face in my hands. He was beside me and moving them from my face. “You really want me, don’t you?”

The shock I felt obviously made it onto my face and he laughed, wrapping his arm around my hips and walking me out of the door.

“Why did you just ask me that? Can't I want you?”

“Of course, I just… I wasn’t sure.”

“My God, really?” I slammed my hands in my pockets and we walked towards town. We’d have to go through the dreaded Dark Arches to get back into the centre and I took a deep breath when I saw the long tunnel coming up in front of us. “I don’t see how you could think I was pretending. Every time I've been near you I feel like a cat in heat. I'm sure that shows, or am I doing something wrong?”

“You’ve never done anything wrong. And yes, I see how much you enjoy being with me. I just had this…” He sighed and slid his eyes to mine as we walked. “Is this… are you like this with…” He turned from me and took a deep breath. I could tell he hated the thought of me being with others, and the one big rule which escorts shouldn’t break, was talking about other clients.

“I've told you before how good I think you are. I've never enjoyed anyone like I do you. And that's all I'm saying about… everything. You don’t like being reminded what I do, don’t torture yourself with it.”

As we got to the tunnel, a train went over the top of the bridge and I stepped back a little and collected my thoughts. I hated walking through this thing no matter what time of the day it was, but finding out I had some weirdo following me around drove my fear up three or four notches that day.

“Hey,” Robert pulled me to him and stared into my eyes. “Is there another way we can take?”

“Not really, not one that won't add an hour onto the journey anyway.”

Robert glanced down the tunnel. It had some arty type wall lights which had to be on during the day because it was still dark and dim. It didn’t smell as damp as what it could do, but the smell still hit me.

He gently took my hand in his and we started walking again. “It’s not the most pleasant place.”

“No. When I was a child we would walk into town. My mum would take her sweet ass time through here. She’d even drag me to the shops through there.” I pointed down one of the widest arch ways which had a small bridge with an underground stream running under it. “There were loads of strange little craft shops down there which she loved. I remember being around five and feeling petrified the whole time we were in there.”

“I remember when I first started night shifts and feeling like that. Hospitals are pretty freaky at night—especially when it’s a quiet hallway. You can walk for ages and not see anyone because they’re all in the wards sleeping. The lower floors, in the old hospital I used to work in, was the creepiest thing I've ever seen. It would beat this tunnel any day or night. It was this really old Victorian place, and the lower grounds, the basement, well, it wasn’t open to the public and it was, let’s say… straight out of a horror movie.”

We laughed and he gripped me a little tighter. “My ‘friends’ used to play pranks on each other. They got me one night. One of them laid on a gurney with a sheet over him, it was near the mortuary, and I hated been down there. When I saw the bed, I wanted to run away.” He grinned at me and leaned in and rubbed his cheek with mine. “He fucking moved. I’d never screamed before, but that night, I screamed like a teenage girl and ran.”

I couldn't help it, I laughed. “That would have made me scream too. Zombie attack and all.”

“Yeah, they did it to everyone. It was like hazing. Christ, the shit that happened down there.” He smiled a little, and then gave me a nudge. “You know the mortuary is
the
place to be for sex in the middle of a shift.”

“Please!” I paused and held my hand over my chest dramatically. “
Do not
tell me you did that.”

“Maybe once.” He chewed his lip.

I punched his arm and began walking again. “That’s just plain weird. What did you do, bend him over the dead body and just ignore it?”

“No!” He laughed loudly. “You think I'd have sex over someone’s body? God no. They were all stored away, and I didn’t go into the actual room where they were, I used the smaller rooms. Most people did. But I do remember one student getting caught with his girlfriend on one of the slabs.” We both shuddered. “The pathologist lost his mind when he walked in and saw them at it on his pristine table.”

“Was he weird?”

“Who? The guy who screwed his girlfriend on the slab? Yeah, what do you think?” He laughed and I shook my head with a smile.

“No, I meant the doctor. Working with dead people, does it take a certain sort of person to do that?”

“Yeah, it does. But remember they perform an important role. Especially if they’re helping solve a criminal case. They speak for the dead. But it takes a special type of person to do it. They’re not freaks, they’re like everyone else. They have wives and children, but yes, the night shift guy was a little… not normal.”

I was thinking about Anthony and the possibility it was him who broke into the house. He was right up on my list, and I wouldn’t have been shocked to get a call from the police about him.

“What's on your mind?” Robert looked down at me with a thoughtful smile.