The Submission Sessions (7 page)

Nobody
had ever given him permission to express himself freely. Not until tonight.
Kerri hadn't been the only one to experience a personal revelation. While he'd
been busy trying to ensure her satisfaction, Sebastian had discovered a new
facet of his own sexuality.
 
He liked
dominating her and controlling when she had an orgasm and how she had it. And,
unless he was sorely mistaken, Kerri liked it, too.

Having
the ability to read his past lovers' thoughts and emotions was as much a curse as
it was a blessing. Sebastian rarely allowed himself to be selfish, especially
in bed. Many of his ex-partners had raved about how skilled he was and how he
seemed to anticipate their every
desire,
and the
egotist inside him had reveled in their praise. Why had he never realized that
in focusing solely on them, his own needs were going unmet? His climaxes were
just a side-effect of what he was doing for the woman in his bed, and he
couldn't remember a time before tonight that he'd ever taken someone purely
because he was so turned on that he
had
to have them.

Kerri
scratched her nails over his thigh, snapping him out of his thoughts and
bringing his attention back to her. Sebastian sat up and kissed her lush, open
mouth, groaning when he tasted himself on her lips.

"God,
you drive me crazy, woman."
 
He
tugged on her hair and pulled her head back so he could lick at the spot at the
base of her throat where her collarbones met. His other hand slid between her
legs, and his cock throbbed against his abdomen when he pushed his fingers
inside her to find she was soaking wet and ready for him. "I can't get
enough of you."

"Then
why did you stop me?"

"Because I don't want to come yet.
 
I'm in charge. Remember?"

Her
husky laugh curled through him, confirming how much she liked the idea of him
being in control. Sebastian didn't need to read her mind to know that much. The
only question
was,
where was her limit?
Come to think of it, where is mine?

"I'm
going to tie you up and make you come so many times that you're gonna be
begging me to stop." The words were out before he thought to censor them,
but he needn't have worried. Kerri's vagina quivered around his fingers in
reaction to his threat, and he felt her warmth flood his hand.
 
"You like the sound of that, don't
you?"

"Yes."

"If
you want me to do it, you've got to earn it."
 
Sebastian released her and reached for another
condom, sliding it over his aching erection and then lying back on the bed and
resting his arms behind his head. "Like you said, it's your turn to do
something for me. I want you to fuck me, Kerri."

He
watched as she suffered a moment's doubt then shrugged it away when the hunger
in her eyes returned as she raked her gaze over him. She crawled up his body
and kissed his face, neck, and chest while her gentle hands clutched at his
hips.
 
Finally, she grabbed his erection
and held it steady to lower herself on to it.

When
her eyes glazed over and she bit into her lip at the sensation of sheathing him
with her body, Sebastian couldn't resist the urge to tune in to her so he would
know how it felt for her. An almost agonized groan tore from his throat as he experienced
the acute pleasure of penetration from her perspective as well as his own, and
he shut down his brain, afraid he'd come instantly if he delved inside her mind
again.

Kerri
braced her palms on his chest and began to rise and fall above him, clenching
the muscles of her pussy as she lifted her weight off him, her rhythm slow and
even. She jerked a little each time she took him in, and he had to resist the
urge to thrust up into her each time she did. He wanted more.

"Faster."

She
sped
up,
bobbing up and down on his cock and making
her breasts jiggle in a way that made his mouth water. The change in tempo felt
good, and not just for him. Kerri's face set into a mask of concentration, and
she closed her eyes as a frown creased her forehead and she bit down on her lip
as her pussy started to quiver.
 

Sebastian
reached down and gave her ass a little slap, too gentle to cause any pain.
Kerri's eyes flew open, and she groaned aloud as her cunt clenched around him.

"You're
a bad girl, aren't you?" he said, his teeth clenched so tight he could
barely grunt the words out. He slapped her again, and this time, it carried a
sting. Her reaction was stronger than before, leaving neither of them in any
doubt that she liked a little pain with her fucking. And Sebastian liked giving
it to her.
 

"Touch
your clit," he said, guiding one of her hands downwards as he grabbed the
other and placed it on her breast. "And tweak your nipple.
Hard enough to make it hurt a little."

She
did as she was told, rubbing herself so fast and hard, her nails scored his
pelvis once or twice.
 
He didn't mind the
pain. Her carelessness was proof she was too turned on and in tune with her own
body to notice what she might be doing to him.
 
How anyone could ever have accused this beautiful creature of being
frigid was beyond him.

"I'm
gonna come," she said, seconds later, her voice barely more than a ragged
gasp.

"No!"
Sebastian grabbed her hips and lifted her off him, holding her just high enough
that his dick slid out of her. "You can't come yet. I didn't give you
permission."

"Oh
… oh, please. Please."
 
Kerri jerked
above him, thrusting her pussy forwards as if a series of electric shocks were
coursing through her groin. She tried to reach for her clit again, but he
blocked her hands.
"Oh, God, Sebastian.
Please
let me come."

He
bit his lip, struggling to contain his reaction to her. He'd never seen
anything so erotic in his life. Denying her went against every instinct he had,
but the need to show her he was in control made his cruelty necessary. Besides,
delaying her orgasm would only heighten her pleasure when he did let her come.

 
The muscles in his biceps began to protest at
holding her away from him so he lowered her again, holding her steady just long
enough to allow her to align herself with his cock. She struck up the same,
frantic rhythm straight away and began to masturbate once more.
 
Kerri's expression had changed, and her eyes
held a fierce determination as she fucked him again and he knew he wouldn't
last much longer with her beautiful body pounding his at a pace that left him
breathless with awe.

Sebastian
felt tension build in that sweet spot between his anus and his testicles, and
he knew his orgasm was only seconds away. "Kerri, I want you to make
yourself come.
Right now."

The
hand rubbing at her clit sped up, and he felt her internal muscles give a hard
jolt as she increased the stimulation.
 
"Smack me again…"

Sebastian
obliged, giving her the hardest slap yet, one that made his palm tingle. Her
reaction was instant and almost violent. An orgasm started deep in her cunt,
just as the pressure in his balls released and he tore into his climax.
 
Pure sensation robbed him of the ability to
do anything but hear Kerri's gasps, groans, and cries, and the knowledge she
was just as lost in the moment as he was forged a sudden and powerful bond
between them of a kind he'd never experienced before.

When
neither of them had anything left to give, Kerri rolled off him, kissing his
cheek before collapsing down on to the mattress beside him. He tried to fight
off the fatigue assaulting him from every angle as he remembered he hadn't made
good on this threat of tying her up, but that would have to wait for another
day. If he didn't sleep soon, he was pretty sure he might die of exhaustion.

With
his body depleted of everything except the ability to function, Sebastian fell
asleep with Kerri nestled against his chest, aware of nothing but the fact that
he loved her, and that she loved him, too.

The
next thing he knew, sunlight was streaming in through the windows because he'd
forgotten to draw the blinds.
 
He
stretched out his hand, reaching for Kerri, but found the bed empty. Sebastian
raised his head off the pillow, listening for any sound in the apartment that
might tell him where she was, but he heard nothing. He squinted at his watch
and groaned when he saw it was just after seven. Where the hell had she gone so
early on a Sunday morning?

He
wandered around to check she really had gone, then went into the bathroom.
There, on the mirror, was a handwritten note. Sebastian stared at it without
getting close enough to read it for a few seconds, unable to shake the feeling
that he wasn't going to like what it contained. He scanned the hastily written
message, swearing aloud as he read. Kerri thanked him for everything he had
done for her and signed off by telling him that she didn't want to see him
anymore. That was it. She gave no reason or explanation. He crumpled the paper
in his hand and threw it into the bin.

Sebastian
showered, shaved, and dressed quickly, then grabbed the crumpled note back out
of the trash and ran out of his apartment.
 

Kerri's
place was only a few blocks away from his, and it didn't take him long to jog
the short distance.
 
He paused outside
her door, giving himself a minute to catch his breath. They were about to have
a very intense conversation, and he had to be prepared. Sebastian paced the
pavement below her steps, willing his heart rate to slow and his breathing to
calm so he could ring her doorbell and try to make her let him in. She owed him
an explanation, and he was damn well going to get it.

"Sebastian?"

He
turned to find her walking up the street towards him. The t-shirt, running
pants, and shoes gave a hint as to what she'd been doing so early in the
morning.
 

Sebastian
fished in his pocket for the offending bit of paper, thrusting it towards her
when he found it. "What the hell is this?"

"It's
a note."

He
smiled, refusing to allow her to think she could irritate him by being obtuse.
"I know that. What I don't know is why you felt the need to act like this."

She
at least had the good grace to look guilty while she stretched out her muscles
and went through her cool down routine. "How do you know where I
live?" she said, ignoring his question.

"You
filled out a new client questionnaire, remember? I've known where you lived
since the first time we met, but I've never used the information because I
wanted to give you the space you needed to decide whether you wanted to see me
or not."

"And
now, because you gave me an orgasm or two, you've decided you have a right to
invade my personal space, is that it?"

Sebastian
took a step away from her, not quite believing what she'd just said. "I
didn't deserve that."

Shame
flooded her face, and the righteous anger she'd clearly been trying to muster
seeped out of her. He saw, in that moment, how truly vulnerable she still was.
This wasn't about him. It was about her. Maybe Kerri couldn't handle what she'd
learned about who she really was and what she really wanted?

"Forgive
me, Seb. That was a horrible thing to say, and I didn't mean it."
 
She closed the distance between them and
grabbed his hands.
 
"I will never be
able to thank you enough for what you did for me last night. It was an
experience I will never forget."

His
grip tightened around her fingers, stopping her from pulling away. "Then
why are you doing this? Is this note all I deserve after what we shared
together?"

"I
did it that way because I didn't want you to try and talk me out of it."

"Because
you think what we did is perverted?"

Kerri
tugged her hands out of his. "Well, isn't it?"

"Nothing
that happens between two consenting adults could ever be called
perverted."

"But
you would say that, wouldn't you? It's your job not to judge others, but I'm
not built that way. I was raised in a good, Christian household, and we were
taught that sex was supposed to be respectful and enriching, not kinky and
degrading."

If
he wasn't so pissed off, Sebastian might have laughed. "Remind me again
what the Bible says about having sex out of wedlock? From what you told me,
you've dated at least a couple of guys before me, and, as far as I know, you
didn't feel the need to be married any of them before you slept with
them."

"This
is different, and you know it."
 
Kerri unzipped the pocket of her running pants and pulled out her door
key. "By the way, it's not very classy of you to throw my past up in my
face."

Sebastian
took a deep breath before he answered, hoping he could stay strong and not
allow her to lead him into the argument she was obviously determined to have in
order to give her an excuse to shut him out.
 
"I wasn't throwing up your past. As far as I know, you've done
nothing you need to be ashamed of, then or now."