Bastian: A Secret Baby Romance (5 page)

I
had just finished peeling
my cocktail dress off when I heard Sebastian knocking on my bedroom door. His two bedmates must have left already. "Come in, Sebastian," I said, pulling a robe around my shoulders. I was in no mood for having him see me naked.

"What the hell happened?" he asked, wearing just his tuxedo pants and shirt. "I leave the party for a half hour to talk with some senior partners in a local firm, and I lose track of you for hours. What went on?"

"I could ask you the same thing. When I saw you talking to those two girls before the press conference, I thought you brought them up here. They certainly looked willing."

For the first time since we met, I think I saw true hurt on Sebastian's face. I was surprised and shocked when he gaped at me for a moment before lowering his eyes, hiding his expression. "Is that really what you think this is, Cassie? That I'm just fucking you for fun, and that another woman will take your place whenever I want?"

“Well, you have sort of a reputation, and we both know that."

"Maybe, but perhaps they threw themselves at me, and I turned them down. Did you think of that? I was serious when I said that I was talking with some lawyers. It wasn't just a cover for a sexual escapade."

I don't know if it was Sebastian's words or the expression on his face, but I felt tears spring to my eyes. My lip quivered as all the frustration, fear, and emotion of the past few days ever since I’d learned I was pregnant, came loose in a knot from inside me. I would have sunk to the floor sobbing except that Sebastian caught me, carrying me in his arms to lay me on the bed, curling up against his chest as the sobs tore through me. "Shhhh. Cassie, I'm here," he whispered, his strong arms gently wrapped around my shoulders. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You say that now, but what about in four or six months?" I asked, sniffling and snorting back the tears. "When my belly is huge and I look like a cow?"

It took Sebastian a moment to register what I’d just said. Hell of a way to tell the man you love that you're pregnant. "You mean . . . How long?"

"I haven't been to the doctor yet, but I've taken four different home tests, and each of them came back positive. Sebastian, I'm pregnant. It's your baby."

In my mind, I had anticipated a thousand different reactions, from the Maury Povich "I am not the father," to running out, to laughing at me. Instead, he pulled me in closer, kissed me softly on the lips, and smiled.

"Thank you, Cassie."

I sat quietly for a moment before smiling back at him. "Thank you, Sebastian. I've been worried about this moment for a while now and your reaction was better than I could've imagined."

Sebastian stroked my back. Now that my tears had passed, and the crisis over, I could feel the first tendrils of desire winding their way through my body.

You told your father that you were considering staying closer to home recently. Did you say that because of me?"

“I did. I love you, and couldn't imagine being a thousand miles away, especially now knowing you have my child inside you."

"I love you too, Sebastian."

Our kisses deepened, and I could feel his caresses become more erotic, searching for those areas on me that he knew I enjoyed being touched. He trailed his kisses down my neck to the V of my robe, pushing the loose fabric off as he went until the top pooled over my belt, my breasts exposed in the light. I chuckled.

"You know, for all we've done, I think this is the first time we've had sex in my bedroom," I said, causing Sebastian to laugh as well.

"There's a lot more I want to do with you than just have lots of amazing sex," Sebastian replied, kissing me again on the collarbones. “I want something deeper.” His words stopped as he lowered his head further, circling around my breast to find my left nipple, sucking it softly into his mouth. His tongue grazed over the pebbled tip, causing me to whine in pleasure as his hands worked to undo the belt of my robe. I still had on a satin g-string under, chosen because it wouldn't give any panty line to the cocktail dress. He pushed me onto my back, his hands pulling at the narrow sidebands until I lifted my hips, letting him slide them off of me.

The whole time, his tongue kept up the erotic assault on my nipples, switching from one to the other in an erratic pattern, always switching just when I thought I couldn't take anymore. My hands could only pull at the bedspread beside me as he got between my legs, still in his formal shirt and pants. Releasing my nipple, he paused and looked up at me.

"There's something else we haven't done before," he said, a smile on his face. When I looked at him perplexed, his smile widened into a grin. "Tonight I serve you, Mistress. And the first thing I want to do for you is to taste you."

The word
Mistress
sent a thrill through my body, and a glint came to my eye. Sure, Sebastian would always be the one fully in charge, we both knew it. I’d been in charge of sexual partners before and it just didn’t have the same effect when they were lesser men. For him to voluntarily give me the power was a sexier aphrodisiac than anything I could ever dream of. I nodded, scooting back on my bed until I was semi-reclined on my pillows, my arms spread like I was a queen.

"Then serve me, Sebastian. Show me what I mean to you."

He had that same amused glint in his eye I had seen at other times. Except this time it was different, there was no mask in place as he kissed his way down my torso to my hip, carefully avoiding the ticklish spots on my hip bones. I was the luckiest woman in the world, seeing the true Sebastian, in all of his complexity and depth of passion.

Sebastian paused as he hovered over my pussy, his eyes looking up at me with all the love and passion I could ever want. Reaching out with his tongue, he licked me slowly, dragging his tongue from the bottom to the top, spreading me open. I shivered at the feeling, returning his look with a smile and my eyes boring into his soul as much as he was looking into mine.

Sebastian rarely used his tongue on me, we both enjoyed the mutual pleasure of him being inside me. He demonstrated his skill on me every time, and it still was always a shock. Every kiss, every lick of his tongue on my labia sent electricity through me until I was holding onto the Mistress fiction by only the strongest force of will I had. With a smile, Sebastian lowered his head further to lick deep inside me, his almost unnaturally long tongue caressing me almost to the point where I wondered if he could actually lick my g-spot if he wanted to. When he pulled out to lick higher, I knew I couldn't withstand much before I came, but I knew that he didn't want me to — it was why tonight I was the Mistress. I didn't have to concern myself with anything but my own bliss.

Finding the hooded nub of my clit, Sebastian tenderly circled it until I was gasping, my juices flowing and coating his chin. Only then, when I was at the height of my arousal, did he actually touch my clit with his tongue, flicking the tip of his tongue swiftly over the spot, my body arching up off the bed as my first orgasm of the night swept through me with a crash. I could hear myself cry out, but it felt like an out of body experience, like listening to someone else climaxing as my body was set afire in passion and joy.

When I came down, I could feel him still between my legs, a happy smile on his face.

"You know, if you let me be Mistress more often, I think I'm going to make you do that every time," I joked, opening up my arms to receive him in an embrace.

I grew serious, stroking Sebastian's face with the back of my knuckles.

"So does this mean I don't have to worry if we're going to be exclusive with each other from now on? No more stupid jealousy?" I hated asking, but I needed my mind to be set at ease.

"None. Although I still won't like it if you go dancing with assholes. That's twice now."

"No more. I'll dance with only you," I replied. “But we do have another problem."

"What's that?"

"How are we going to break the news to Donald and mom?"

"I don't know, but we'll figure it out. After all, we're both pretty smart, if I do say so myself. Now, no more of this. How can I please you tonight?"

I thought for a moment, before realizing what made me happiest was giving
him
pleasure. I don't mean being a passive fuck toy for him, but instead, a lover focused on giving him true pleasure. As aroused as I was, and as emotional as I was, a thought came to mind. Turning over onto my hands and knees, I wiggled my ass at him.

"Strip, and then I want you in my ass," I said earnestly.

Sebastian looked a bit surprised at my request, but when the massive grin broke out over his face, I knew he understood what I wanted. Pulling his pants and shirt off quickly, he actually left on his tank top undershirt, his enthusiasm was so high for what we were about to do. I reached over to my nightstand where I kept a small bottle of lubricant, something I’d used when we first started having sex since he was so large.

"Go slow. You're still massive, even after knocking me up."

I could see Sebastian bite his lip at my words, and I realized I had found another area that turned him on. I rubbed some lubricant onto my fingers and began to massage my asshole for him while he stumbled out of his underwear.

"Yes Mistress," I heard Sebastian moan, for the first time true submission in his voice. It both scared me and excited me, knowing how deeply in love with me he was. Nobody had ever seen him so exposed and raw before as I did right then, my ass pointed towards him and his massive cock in his hand, staring at me. "I love the idea."

I handed him the bottle of lube and settled in on my elbows, holding my breath as I felt his moist, lubricated finger probe me open. When he was fully inside, my breath came out in a massive rush, and I relaxed into the experience.

Anal sex with Sebastian was different from what I thought it would be like. He didn’t rush, thank God, and took his time, working from one finger to two to three at just the right pace to stretch me open without boring me. At the same time, his free hand came up to massage me, leaving me almost on the edge of orgasm when he pulled his fingers free to line himself up with my ass. Even after three fingers, he was huge, literally driving the breath out of me as he pushed in. He knew just what to do, pushing in steadily until I could feel him pop in, the relief washing over me almost at the same time the pleasure started again.

It was there that Sebastian paused, letting me adjust as he squirted a little more lube onto his cock and dribbling it around my ass.

Once we were both ready, he pushed in further, slowly stroking in and out and pushing deeper with every stroke. By the time he was buried most of the way inside me, I was breathing deeply, moaning from the kinky pleasure of being filled so fully.

"That's it, big boy," I sighed as he settled against my ass. "Now, fuck me until we both pass out."

I have to give it to him, he didn't jump right into it, no matter what I said. Instead, he took his time with slow, sensual thrusts that massaged me to the point I wondered if he was trying to turn me into an anal slut, it felt so fucking good. We were both breathing deeply, our bodies in perfect harmony as he picked up the pace, long smooth strokes that filled me up each and every time. I knew some women didn’t like anal sex, and I can understand it with a bad lover, but Sebastian knew exactly what my body needed each instant. His cock felt awesome sliding in and out of me, my breasts brushing against the cover of my bed with every thrust, turning my nipples into another source of amazing pleasure. It wasn't long before I was ready to come again, and I started pushing back into him.

"Give it to me, Sebastian," I begged, pushing back on him. "I need to come again."

On command, his hips sped up. Soon he was truly pounding me, his hips slapping sharply against my ass as his cock thrust in and out. I squeezed down on him as tightly as I could, my breath coming in short sharp gasps as he rushed towards his own climax.

Still, despite what I knew were his best efforts, I came first. An orgasm from anal sex was different for me. It kind of rolled through my body, like a series of convulsing ripples that didn’t really have a center point like a regular orgasm does. My entire body shuddered and tightened, each nerve ending sending pleasure signals to my overloaded brain. It lasted long, longer than any normal orgasm, squeezing down on my ass and my breath until I began to see black spots in my vision.

I could feel Sebastian stiffen, and I knew he was ready. With one last thrust in, he pulled out just as he exploded onto my ass, breathing like he’d just ran a marathon.

We did the fastest cleanup in history, eager to plop back into bed. Sagging with the exhaustion of the long day, Sebastian and I spooned together. He wrapped his arm around me tenderly, placing the palm of his hand against the area below my belly button while we caught our breath.

"Thank you," I said when we could speak again. "You’re an amazing lover."

"No, thank you," he said, rubbing the area over my womb gently. "A child of our own? Cassie, it's the greatest thing ever."

"So are you sure about this, Sebastian?" I asked. “Are you sure it’s not just because we’re good in bed together?”

Sebastian laughed. “You’re right. We are a pretty perfect match, but it’s more than just physical. And thinking back, I think I actually wanted you long before that first night. You told me you wanted me for years — I think I did too. All those times I taunted you, needling you and putting you down, I was trying to . . . hell, I don't know what I was trying to do. Push you away and see if you would step up to my challenge — to see if you were worthy in some fucked up way. I'm just glad we eventually got together."

"Me too," I said as sleepiness started to overcome me. "Can you stay the night here?"

"Yeah," Sebastian said. "But let me lock the door and get my alarm set just to be safe. We still need to talk to our parents about this. I think we should be in control of that conversation if we can — not let them find out by catching us.”

"Me too," I said, and he kissed me on the neck, a chuckle on his breath. "Good night, Cassie. Mother to my child and someday my wife."