Bastian: A Secret Baby Romance (6 page)

It was those last words that chased me into sleep, leaving a happy smile on my face.

I
n the two
weeks after telling Sebastian that I was pregnant with his child, life could only be described as amazing. Sebastian went out of his way to show me little kindnesses. It was always small things, like not hogging the shower like he used to, which really shouldn't be an issue living in a mansion, but I just liked that particular bathroom. Or the fact that the soaps were ones I always preferred. At meal times, if there was any dessert to be shared, he made sure I got as much as I wanted, and my clothes were always picked up behind me. Trust me, it wasn't a lot, I mean, we have servants who do a lot of the day to day cleaning and stuff, but I noticed that he was at least attempting to be nice. It meant a lot me.

The only thing that was missing was coming out to our parents. While Donald, Sebastian's dad, and Amanda, my mom, were an understanding couple, neither of us were sure what would happen if we told them that not only am I pregnant, but I’m carrying Sebastian's baby. This isn’t the sort of thing you discuss over breakfast.

Thankfully, both Sebastian and I were both pretty well set if our parents did decide to flip out and disown us. My trust fund from my birth father's insurance would mature in four years, and Sebastian would come into his own fund before our child's birth. Also, Sebastian was soon to graduate from University to go to law school, and I was doing pretty well myself. Sure, the baby would slow down my graduation, but I still planned to finish.

About two weeks after I told Sebastian about the baby, we decided we had to get out of town for a bit. Our entire relationship had been in secret, with most of our couple-time taking place in his bedroom or mine. While our wing of the Witherspoon mansion was relatively private, and our bedrooms joined by a shared bathroom, we still both wanted to be able to express our relationship openly. I was lying in Sebastian's bed after another wonderful round of sex when I brought up the problem to him. "Sebastian?"

"Hmm? Yes?" Sebastian had gotten out of bed, thinking I was asleep. He had a test in one of his pre-law courses coming up, and was burning a little bit of the midnight oil. "I didn't know you were awake. Do you need anything?"

I smiled, touched at Sebastian's concern. Last night he left his room to go raid the fridge downstairs, bringing me potato chips at two in the morning just because my body wanted salt. That's the sort of guy he was becoming. "No, I'm more than fine after that, but I wondered, wouldn't you like to get away for a weekend or something?"

"I would, but with the end of terms coming up, there isn't much of a chance right now. Why, would you like to?"

"Kind of, yeah " I replied, rolling over and looking at him. He was sitting at his desk, wearing just a pair of basketball shorts, the soft glow of his desk lamp barely allowing me to see him at all. "I mean, we still have to tell our parents, and I'm just not sure how to do it. I was thinking getting out and just getting away for a weekend, we could think more clearly."

"I know what you mean. I have an idea. There's a law school upstate that I did apply to. While I got my acceptance in the mail for staying local, maybe you and I could take a road trip up there this weekend? It'll be fun, and we can tell our folks that I'm taking you along to see the campus. The school does have a good political science department, so your cover shouldn't be a problem."

"I'd love that. Are you sure it's okay?"

Sebastian shrugged and turned back to his studies. "It doesn't really matter. The world will find out soon enough."

Rolling back over, I went to sleep, secure in Sebastian's confidence in our future.

T
he next morning at breakfast
, Sebastian hatched his plan.

"So Dad, I know I said I was looking at staying local, but I got an e-mail from Trafalgar upstate, and they had some really interesting things to say. I was thinking of going up there this weekend to check out the campus."

"That sounds great, son," Donald said around a mouthful of pork and vegetable hash. Yeah, my mom's Paleo kick was still going strong. I didn't mind, I loved meat, and ever since getting pregnant, my body cried out for more meat and fat than ever. "When are you thinking of leaving?"

"Well, there's an event up there Saturday that I wanted to go to, nothing big. So I was thinking I might leave Friday afternoon. Cassie, would you like to come along? They've got a good political science department."

"How nice of you to offer," my mother said. "You know, I haven't said anything about it to you, but I think it's great how you two are getting along so well recently. You two used to really go at it. What happened?"

"I guess I just saw how great of a girl she is," Sebastian replied, slipping me a wink when our parents weren't looking. "That's if she doesn't mind being stuck with me for the weekend??"

"Oh no, it sounds like fun," I replied, trying not to jump up and down clapping in joy. "What should I pack?"

"Well, what you normally wear is just fine, but I hear there's a great restaurant up there that I would love to check out. They require at least business level wear, so if you have a favorite dress that you want to bring, we could probably get reservations."

Did my stepbrother just casually ask me out on a date? It was weird, we'd been lovers for months, and in a de-facto exclusive relationship for just as long, but this was our first real date. It's just something we couldn’t afford to do around here. Our faces were known, and we just didn’t want the risk. I could feel my heart speed up, hammering in my chest.

"Okay, but no high heels," I said, trying to play it casual. "I'd like to enjoy my dinner, not worry about my ankles."

"No problem," Sebastian replied, smirking. We both knew I loved wearing high heels, especially when I went dancing. "How about that red dress you have? I think it looks nice on you — goes well with your hair."

"Careful son," Donald joked. "You let her out in that thing, and you're going to have half the men on campus chasing her by the end of the weekend."

"Oh, don't worry about it Donald," I replied, taking another bite of my breakfast. My plate was empty, and I was still hungry. "I'm sure Sebastian will protect me from anyone who gets too forward. Is there any food left?"

After breakfast, I hurried upstairs to get my things for my first class of the day. Sebastian, as was normal with his schedule, had his first class after lunch, so I met him on the stairs to our floor, dressed in his normal workout attire, although he did wear a tank top for the staff's benefit until his workout started.

"You sure you'll be able to protect me?" I joked, surreptitiously giving his arm a squeeze. "I mean, I wouldn't want anyone to take advantage of me."

Sebastian's answering growl send shivers down my spine, which he noticed. "You know I wouldn't let anyone touch you."

"I know," I whispered before hurrying downstairs and heading off to class. All day, Sebastian's throaty growl played in my mind, and by the time my last class was over, I was a dripping mess of arousal. Rushing home, I was so frustrated to find that he wouldn't be home for another three or four hours that I thought of just locking myself in my room and masturbating. The only problem was, Sebastian's such a good lover that masturbation, even with toys and other implements, just didn't do it for me anymore. It would be like offering a starving person a single cracker when they knew a filet mignon was coming later.

Instead of releasing my tension that way, I turned my attention to exercise. Using an off-campus anonymous clinic, I’d started prenatal visits with a doctor, who said our baby was developing fine. He also said that while I was in fine shape — exercise would actually be good for the baby — something about helping my body adjust to the hormonal surges or something. Either way, I was fully cleared to do pretty much anything I wanted until I was six months pregnant, and even then I could stay reasonably active until the baby was born.

Changing clothes, I considered wearing a modified version of what Sebastian wore in the gym, with Lycra shorts and a sports bra, but in the end decided to wear running shorts over top. In the gym, I followed my own routine, which was much less strength focused than Sebastian's, but still pretty tough. I love working my legs, especially my butt, and had never gotten any complaints about either. I really pushed myself — I needed to release some tension, after all.

I was just toweling off the bars when I heard someone behind me. Sebastian was leaning against the door frame, his own bag in his hand, arms crossed over his chest. "Impressive," he said, applauding silently by tapping his free hand on his chest.

He set his bag down and came closer, until I could feel his presence against me, like some sort of physical force. “Be careful," he admonished me. "There's plenty of time for you to do all that. No point in harming yourself." He looked around, making sure we were alone before leaning in and whispering, "Or our baby."

“Of course not,” I replied, looking up at him. I could feel my body quivering with him so close, my need to touch him a compulsion. "Take me upstairs, I've wanted you all day."

Sebastian's eyes darkened, and I could tell he was feeling it too. "Soon. But first, we've got dinner with our parents. Tonight, we can make love, and this weekend, we'll be able to be much more open. I kept imagining you in that red dress all day. I think I may have failed a quiz because of it."

"I'm sorry," I said, not really sorry at all. Sebastian's grades were so good there was no way a single quiz would threaten his law school slot, especially with Donald's money. He was probably exaggerating anyway. But what woman doesn't enjoy being told she's so sexy that she can distract her man that much?

F
or me
, Friday afternoon couldn't come quickly enough. I know I was a mess in my classes, but thankfully none of them required my participation. As my economics professor droned on and on about Indifference Curves and Microeconomics, I kept thinking of Sebastian and I going out to dinner the next night, and how I would feel knowing I was dressing up just for him. Heading home, I ran upstairs to grab my suitcase, which I had packed the night before. Wheeling the bag toward the front door, I saw my mom sitting in the library reading a book.

"Cassie?"

"Hey Mom," I said, setting my bag by the door. "I was just getting ready to head out. Sebastian should be home soon to pick me up, he said he just wanted to roll out, and we'd grab some food on the road."

Mom laughed and closed her book after marking her place. "In other words, you two wanted to get some junk food instead of the stuff I've been having the staff prepare."

Mom got up and came over to me, taking my hands. "Cassie, it's okay. You two are young, and a good cheeseburger is a guilty pleasure of mine too. Just don't overdo it, okay?"

"You know me, mom, I won't," I said, trying not to roll my eyes. "But thanks for the concern."

Mom pulled me into a hug, and I could feel her tears on my forehead.

"Thank you, Cassie. I know I haven't always been the best mother, and I'm lucky to have a daughter like you."

"Mom, you've always been great," I said, pulling back. "Seriously, you always worked your ass off for me, and Donald is great too. I mean, I still miss Dad sometimes, of course, no one can replace him. But if I could've chosen anyone to try to fill his shoes, it would be Donald. You've made a great family for us."

Mom nodded and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry, I guess it's just seeing you going off on your own for the weekend, it kind of has me with premature empty nest syndrome. You've become an amazing young woman right before my eyes, and sometimes I don't realize it. Enjoy your weekend honey, and keep Sebastian out of trouble."

"I will Mom," I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. I could hear the rumble of Sebastian's car outside, and grabbed my suitcase. "Listen, if you want I'll give you a call later?"

"Oh, go on honey. It'll be fun for me to have Donald all to myself for the weekend. Maybe get up to some things."

"TMI Mom. Love you."

Outside, Sebastian was leaning against the passenger door of the family BMW, a silver X6 that wasn’t his normal daily drive.

"Where's the Benz?" I asked, referring to the blue SLK Roadster that was in his name. "I figured you'd want to take that up there."

"I thought about it, but it has both leather seats and the sound system isn't as good as the Beamer," he said. "If we're getting food on the road, I want to have good tunes and a better chance at cleaning up if I spill something. Also, this has much better trunk space. We'd have had to pile our suitcases in the back seat of the X6."

"Okay, fine by me," I said, wheeling my bag around. Sebastian met me, popping the trunk and leaning down to grab my bag. "Stop it, silly," I chuckled, pushing his hands away. "You saw me lift yesterday, you think I can't lift this little bag up into the car because of my condition?"

Sebastian shook his head and smiled. "Sorry. Overprotective and all, you know."

"I understand. I worry too, but we'll figure it all out together. Now, what music are we playing?"

The ride upstate to Trafalgar was amazing. Instead of rushing and taking the interstate, Sebastian used the car's internal navigation system to take country roads — little-used highways that wound their way through hills and around forests. It reminded me of just how much natural beauty there was close to our home. We did stop for lunch at a roadside joint, although instead of burgers and fries, Sebastian chose a barbecue pork restaurant that was most famous for once being showcased by Guy Fieri.

"You planned this out well," I said, licking bits of dark red spicy barbecue sauce off my fingers. "I mean seriously, you don't just find places like this because you had a whim for the scenic route."

Sebastian smiled and chewed on his baby back rib.

"What can I say? I wanted this to be a memorable event for us. Think of it as a two-day long date, not just a single trip to a restaurant. Which, by the way, we do have reservations for tomorrow night. Although I have no idea if it will be anywhere near as good as this. Remind me before we leave to pick up a couple of bottles of the sauce in the gift shop. Chef will be upset, but I have to let Dad try this stuff."

"Sounds good to me," I said, squirting some of the sauce onto my hand-cut curly fries. "I think I could eat this with everything in the world. Seriously, you think this would go well on top of vanilla ice cream?"

Sebastian groaned and laughed at the same time. "Please tell me that's the hormones talking."

"Maybe. But it is some damn good barbecue sauce."

We reached our hotel just before ten, the manager staying late to personally greet us and check us in. Face it, when the name "Sebastian Witherspoon," is on a hotel register and the credit card used is attached to the Witherspoon empire, people go out of their way to give that extra special bit of service. While I hadn't been to New York since my Mom married Donald, I was pretty sure that would be the case even in a hotel like the Waldorf Astoria. Hell, maybe even Parisians would be polite with Witherspoon money coming their way.

In interacting with the manager, I chuckled on the inside as I saw Sebastian play his role as the scion of the Witherspoon empire. He was clearly the one in charge of the whole thing, but he acted with a sort of bored grace that let the manager feel like he was doing his job well, but that Sebastian knew exactly who was in charge of the whole situation. Then again, when you could literally buy the hotel, Sebastian was in charge. The manager actually carried our bags to our room by himself, trying to respectfully upsell us on things the whole way.

"Mr. Witherspoon, are you sure you just want a regular room? We have two suites available, which would probably be much closer to what you are used to. Our normal rooms are typically used by business travelers."

"I understand, but it's fine. We're just here to visit the Trafalgar campus. If I'm to come up here to law school, I think it would be better to learn how typical people live, don't you think?"

The manager nodded grimly, and I had to laugh on the inside. Sebastian knew he could never understand what a man like a hotel manager lived like. But by putting on this charade, he was making sure the manager would both stay away in the future and spread around to his staff to give us our privacy as well. The funniest part was, the difference between Sebastian and the manager wasn't in the size of their bank accounts, it was in their personalities and their mind. I know that if Sebastian was stripped naked and cast penniless into the world, he'd probably be ruling his own kingdom by the next Christmas, such is the force of his personality. There are figures in history that supposedly commanded armies with a single word or gesture, and Sebastian could stand eye to eye with those greats if he wanted to.

Once inside the room, Sebastian tipped the manager a ludicrous amount of money before the door closed and we were alone again.

"Now, my Little One, let's go to bed," Sebastian said, pulling me in close for a kiss. "I hope the walls in this hotel are well insulated."

Pushing me back, Sebastian rolled underneath me to make sure I didn't lose my balance falling onto the mattress. Instead, I tumbled against his chest, my knees catching me so that I ended up kneeling over him. "I love you, Cassie," Sebastian said, his hands pulling my t-shirt up to run over my ribs. “I’m going to make you mine forever."

My voice left me as his words and his hands mixed together to drive me wild with joy. Forever? Of course I was his forever.

Pulling me down on top of him, he kissed me tenderly, our lips melting together. His hands reached around to stroke my back while at the same time unhooking my bra, letting the cups dangle from my shoulders sandwiched between us. I could feel his cock, stiff and urgent in his pants, and I was glad I had chosen to wear casual athletic clothes for the drive up. I didn't want to take the time to mess with buttons and zippers.

Pulling me higher, Sebastian kissed my jaw line, his lips and tongue leaving me gasping for air. My hair tumbled down around his head, leaving me unable to see him as he trailed his lips lower, pulling up on my t-shirt to rid me of my clothes. When I lifted my arms up over my head, he nimbly rolled me over, using the fabric to trap my arms above my head, my breasts trembling on my chest as I locked eyes with him.

"Now, Little One, you're mine for the rest of the night. If you can work out that hard, you can take what I give you just fine."

I smiled, thrilled at the reemergence of the more dominant side of Sebastian's sexual energy. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy making love and all of the kindnesses he showed me, but his dominance is undeniable, sexy, and absolutely erotic. Squirming, I tried to adjust myself underneath him. "How may I please you tonight?” I asked, continuing on with our little game.

"Lay back," Sebastian commanded, "and don't move your arms — unless you want a spanking."

Part of me wanted to disobey, toying with the idea of getting a spanking from him, but I was held still by the command in his eyes as he scooted down, pulling my pants and underpants down my legs before discarding them across the room onto the other unused bed. We had to book a double room, after all.

Pulling his clothes off, he towered over me, his body perfect in the lamp-light of the room. His cock was huge, already twitching in anticipation of our coupling, and my heart stopped momentarily watching him.

Reaching up to cup my left breast, his thumb teased over my nipple.

"It's difficult for me because I want to be much more forceful — like we did the first time — but I don't want to hurt you or our baby."

I smiled up at him. "Don't worry, Sebastian. You won't hurt me or the baby. Remember, I'm the first woman to take you to your limits anyway."

The challenge sparked something in him, and his smile took on an amused tilt.

"Oh, you think you've seen my limits, huh? You haven't seen anything yet."

Lifting my leg, Sebastian flipped me over onto my stomach before pulling on my hair, yanking me to my knees. I could feel his hot cock pressing against me, and I gasped, the slight pain mixing with my desire.

"Now you get to see exactly what I'm made of," Sebastian growled, pushing my head down into the cover on the bed.

Without giving me a chance to reply, Sebastian buried himself inside me in one hard stroke, driving the air out of me. His massive ten-inch cock takes a lot to get used to, and even though we had been having sex for months, it was still a shock, and I was glad I had been so aroused all day in anticipation of what we both knew was coming. Keeping his left hand wrapped in my hair, he pulled back before slamming into me again, my body already quivering from the stimulation.

"Hold on, Cassie,” Sebastian smirked, his voice unequivocally that of an experienced lover.

Scrunching the bedspread in my fists, I tried as best I could to hold on as Sebastian pounded in and out of me — his cock igniting my body with every thrust — every time our hips slapped together. I couldn't hold back anymore, screaming my orgasm as he kept going, not giving me any respite. My eyes crossed, I could barely see anything as my entire universe became his cock filling me over and over, his pace not slackening but still changing, becoming more sensuous and loving as he brought both of us to another epic peak. I tried as best I could to keep up, squeezing my body around him, but my first orgasm had shattered my control, and I could barely concentrate on his pleasure like I knew I wanted to.

Thankfully, Sebastian's desire was as pitched as my own, and he was also on what was, for him, a highly-aroused state. I could feel my next orgasm rushing upon me when his cock swelled and I could feel the pace of his thrusts change, becoming more erratic as he came closer and closer to his own climax.

"Fuck me, Sebastian!” I urged him, knowing he was close. His only reply was a grunt of lustful energy.

For the first time in our lives, our climax was truly simultaneous. We’d climaxed close together before, one triggering the other, but this was unheard of. I mean, I'd read about it, but never expected it to be as intense as it was. Just as the explosion started inside me, I could hear Sebastian cry out, his cock exploding inside me. It was like throwing gasoline on a fire, the explosion tearing through both of us. I buried my face in the blanket and screamed, my body losing all control as I gushed around him. My fingers actually ripped the bed spread, digging through the nylon fabric to the blanket underneath, my chest frozen as my body squeezed tight around him before exploding outward.

I know I lost consciousness, but I don't know for how long. When I came to, I could feel Sebastian behind me, his arms holding me tight as my feet and arms twitched and kicked at the bed, the muscles still not understanding what the hell just happened. My skin felt like it was being covered in alternating blasts of hot and cold water, and tears streamed down my face. Thankfully, I could at least somewhat breathe again.

"Holy fucking hell," I gasped, earning a kiss from Sebastian on my neck. "Is that what I get to expect the rest of the weekend?"

"Who knows?" Sebastian said. "You scared me for a moment there. You were out for a good thirty seconds."

"Thanks to you," I said, still feeling spasms down below from the massive orgasm. "I'm sorry, but after that, I don't think I can do anything else for the rest of the night."

Sebastian chuckled and slid off the bed, lifting me in his arms. With one free leg, an amazing feat of balance, he slid the blankets down before setting me on the bed and wrapping himself and the blankets around us.

"That's okay, Cassie. I don't think I could either," he whispered, reaching over and turning down the lights. "But maybe tomorrow morning we can see how we feel. I love you."