Sebastian - Dark Bonds (14 page)

“Aagh …” My futile protest serves only to encourage him and his finger penetrates my anus and withdraws, then pushes again while the vibrator continues its assault.  I’m bucking and writing as the tremors of ecstasy, stronger than I have ever known, course up my spine and radiate to my limbs.  I’m so completely filled, and the sensation so intense that I can’t bear it.  The pulsing doesn’t stop, the waves growing stronger and I’m biting down on the gag, head thrown back and still he thrusts faster, deeper until I can’t take any more, one orgasm merging with the next until, abruptly, he stops.  As he withdraws his finger and vibrator, the hypersensitivity is too much.  Over-stimulated I pull against the rope, which bites into my wrists painfully causing me to struggle more. 

“Stop.  Let me take the rope off the hook,” Sebastian tugs at the rope until it slips from the hook and I crumble, exhausted, at his feet.  My arms are leaden and my wrists sore and I wait for him to untie me – he doesn’t. 

“On your knees,” he growls.  I am spent and can’t cope with any more stimulation but if I turn my head – left to right – I’m conceding defeat, weak and pathetic.  Falling at the first hurdle.  I do as he says and move to my knees - bent forward onto my elbows, my ass rising to receive more from him, reluctant and tingling.  I hear his zipper and the sound of his moan as he releases his erection, and my quivering pussy responds once more.  The head of his cock slides easily inside my wetness and I push my hips back to meet his thrusts, which are brutal and hurried.  He takes a fistful of my long hair and tugs hard, raising my head, as he pounds into me quickening his pace, his breathing laboured.

“Fuck.  You.  Are.  My.   Whore.”  He climaxes with a cry as he stills and pulses inside me.  When his frenzy abates, he pulls me back into his lap and kisses my hair, removing the gag and rope.  He holds me and nuzzles the back of my neck.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, “always mine.”
Yes I am yours, but what are you doing to me?

19

Whoever is knocking on the front door is impatient.  The grandfather clock in the hall has just chimed nine, too early in the morning for visitors.

“I’m coming,” I call, irritated that Scarlett hasn’t yet risen.  Again the lion’s head knocks heavily on the iron mount. 

“Alright.  Wait.”  Throwing the door wide, I nearly expire with shock, for Ruth is standing on the step clutching an overnight bag.

“What the hell?” I gasp as my dear friend folds me into a tight embrace.

“Surprise!” She squeals.

“Oh my God.  What are you doing here?” When the shock abates I’m thrilled to see Ruth and pull her by the arm, into the house.

“I miss you Beth and I’ve been so worried about you, what with the accident and then radio silence – I thought I’d surprise you.  I left at dawn, and here I am.”

I usher her through to the kitchen and place the kettle on the range.

“Wow,” she whistles, “what a pad.  He really is rich this tall dark stranger of yours.”  Her eyes take in the ancient kitchen with copper pans and the view of the stables from the stone mullion window.

“It’s not a bad old shack, bit droughty but it does me ok,” I tease.

“Where is he then?” Ruth places a cushion under her behind before settling down on the pew.

“Sebastian’s riding.  He likes to ride most mornings unless he has an estate meeting, and since he fired the stable hand he has to saddle his own horse.”  I hand Ruth a mug of coffee and take a seat opposite her.

“Why’d he fire him?”

“Because he blamed Paul for letting me ride on Zariya, the mare who threw me.  It wasn’t his fault – it was Scarlett who suggested I ride that particular horse,  but once Sebastian gets an idea in his head there’s no reasoning with him.”  I sip my coffee contemplatively.

“He’s a prick,” she scoffs.

“Ruth!”

“Sorry Beth but you’ve hardly been in touch since you came here and that’s not like you so I presume his Lordship has you under his thumb.”  She glances at me over the rim of her mug and receives a scowl in response.

“Sebastian’s been very good to Bella and I,” I rebuke.

“Did I hear my name?”  Bella bounds in to the kitchen, her face lit up at the sight of her Godmother.  “Ruth! OMG when did you get here?”  She plants a kiss on Ruth’s cheek - she responds with a pinch to Bella’s.

“Cutie Pie! Whoa, when did you grow up so much?” Ruth admires Bella who is dressed in tight black leggings, high brown rattan mules and a leopard print dress.  She twirls gracefully and Ruth wolf whistles approvingly.

“Do you like my new clothes?  Scarlett chose them with me.  You should see the dress Sebastian bought me for the ball,” says Bella excitedly.

“Ball?”  Ruth cocks her eyebrow and waits for me to explain.

“You’re invited, Ruth.  Sebastian is throwing a masked ball for my fortieth birthday.  Not my scene but he insists.  Please say you’ll come.”

“Try and stop me.  What date?”

“June 23rd, my actual birthday.”  She takes a diary from her handbag and scribbles in the date.  “I’ll show you my gown, Ruth.  It’s amazing but very daring so don’t be shocked.”

“Love, there’s nothing you can do to shock me these days,” she laughs.

“Come on, let’s go and find a room for you.  You can take your pick – there are eleven spare rooms!” She’s clearly impressed.

“Shit Beth, I’ll have to stay eleven nights and try them all.”

Skipping from room to room, we giggle like children and after Ruth has viewed all eleven bedrooms she chooses the smallest.  Located to the rear of the house, it has a spectacular vista.

“It’s fabulous Beth, I love it.  Just look at that view, I can see the sea.”  She presses her nose to the glass and marvels at the distant swell.

“Come on, I want to show you our room.”  I tug her hand and lead her down the passage and in to our bedroom - she whistles once more when she sees the opulence.

“You like?” I grin.

“I like!” She nods vigorously as I carefully retrieve my crimson gown from the armoire.  Holding the gown against my curves, I sway so that the heavy taffeta rustles and Ruth’s eyes grow wide as she looks me up and down.

“Wow,” she sighs, “it’s gorgeous.   Very slutty, but bloody gorgeous.”  She runs the back of her hand across the crisp fabric with a look of awe.  “You lucky cow.  I’d love a dress like that but I don’t think such a dress would love me.”

“Try it on, Ruth.”  She shakes her head but I’m insistent so she complies.  Slipping out of her jeans and sweater, she steps gingerly into the pool of taffeta.  I help her to pull up the gown but she is a size larger than me and it’s a struggle. 

“It’s too tight,” she protests as I tug at the laces behind her.

“Hold still, stop wriggling.”  The dress is on – admittedly Ruth is barely able to breath.

“Look in the mirror,” I indicate to the full-length mirror and admire my friend from the bathroom doorway.  Neither of us is aware that Sebastian has entered the bedroom.

“What the fuck?”  He growls.  We both spin to face him in unison, equally stunned by his interruption.

“Sebastian, hi.”  Ruth shuffles to him, kissing his right cheek then his left, her ample cleavage straining against taffeta and threatening to entirely spill forth.  He eyes her assets unashamedly, before indicating with his finger that she should spin for him.  She obliges and he smiles appreciatively.

“Don’t mind me, you two,” I snap, jealous of the attention he is affording my friend’s curves.

“Darling, you didn’t tell me Ruth was coming,” he says, remembering I exist.

“I didn’t know.  She wanted to surprise me.”

“Sorry, Sebastian.  I hope it’s not too inconvenient my turning up like this.  I wanted to see Beth.  It’s been too long.  I’m sorry I’m wearing her dress, I’ll take it off.”  She reaches behind her back in search of the laces.

“Sebastian, why don’t you go and put the kettle on, I’m sure Ruth would like another coffee.  Let her get changed in private.”  He can gauge from my voice that I’m not to be messed with and slinks off, taking his sordid smirk with him.  I slam the door shut nearly catching his heel as he exits.

“Hey, careful!” He shouts.

“Hey, careful yourself!” I retort.

“I HEARD THAT,” he bellows and I feel sure he’ll make me sorry later.

When Ruth is dressed we go together to the kitchen where Scarlett is making a pot of coffee, she turns as we enter and eyes Ruth suspiciously.

“Scarlett, this is my dearest friend and business partner, Ruth Evershot.  Ruth, this is Scarlett – Sebastian’s house keeper.”  The two women size each other up before Ruth breaks the frosty silence.

“Scarlett.  Lovely to meet you,” she proffers a perfectly manicured hand to Scarlett who shakes it weakly.

“Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Evershot.  Do you take cream and sugar in your coffee?”

“Yes to both please, dear.”  Ruth sits on the pew next to Sebastian who is studying the newspaper and I take a seat opposite him.  He looks up when I sit, his eyes fixed on mine with a steely gaze. 

“Elizabeth, you very nearly took my foot off when you slammed the door,” he rests his chin on his steepled fingers.  Oh crap.

“Really?  I’m so sorry Sebastian, I suspect a draught must have caught the door and caused it to slam.” My brow lifts as I see his mouth twitch up in a smile - his eyes remain cold, dark and menacing sending a shiver down my spine.  

Scarlett catches her breath and when she places coffee cups in front of us, her hands are shaking.  I glance at her and see the apprehension on her face.  She shakes her head as her eyes dart to Sebastian and back to me.  I mouth ‘what’ to her and she indicates again to Sebastian before scurrying from the kitchen.  Ruth is staring at me, a quizzical look on her face and I shrug my shoulders before sipping my coffee.

“Elizabeth?”  My attention returns to Sebastian.  “If we do indeed have draughts, then I’ll have my estate manager take a look in case we have a maintenance issue.  Or perhaps it was a ghost…”

“Ghost?  Oh yes perhaps it was,” I nod.  “Ruth the house is reputedly haunted.  A lady is supposed to walk the upstairs corridors so, if you hear any footsteps in the night, it’s probably her.  That or mice.”  

“Oh shit.  I’m not going to sleep a wink tonight, now that you’ve told me that,” says Ruth, wide eyed. 
              “Scarlett looked like she’d already seen a ghost.  She’s so pale.  Quiet sort isn’t she?”

Ruth addresses me but Sebastian replies.

“She’s a good house keeper but yes, she’s a quiet little thing.  Gets anxious about the most trivial things.”

“She doesn’t look well, Sebastian,” I say.

“Nonsense.  She’s fine.”  Sebastian drains his coffee and bangs his cup down on to the table.  “I wish you wouldn’t pander to that girl, Elizabeth.  I don’t have to remind you that she’s the servant and when you indulge her as you do, it undermines my authority and confuses her.”

“Sorry,” I say contritely.  “She just seems subdued.  Does she have any family?  I never hear her talk of anyone.”

“She has a father, who has dementia I believe – I seem to recall her telling me that he’s in a nursing home in Cumbria.  Don’t think she’s seen him for years.”  Sebastian stands and places his cup in the sink then returns to kiss me on the cheek.  “I’m going to Exeter to meet a friend.  I’ll be back late so you two girls eat without me this evening.  Enjoy your girly gossip and I’ll see you tomorrow Ruth.”

He kisses her cheek and I watch him leave.  He’s so hot, dressed in jeans and black shirt but the sight of him leaving fills me with a primal longing.

“Miss you already,” I call to him but he doesn’t hear me.

Ruth leans back and folds her arms.  “Well.  There’s a very peculiar dynamic going on between you two,” she observes.  “Want to tell me what it’s all about?”

“Not at all.  It’s just that he’s not used to sharing the house with anyone other than Scarlett.”  I want to tell Ruth of my concerns regarding Sebastian’s feelings toward Scarlett but I’m unsure of her reaction.  I want Ruth to continue to support my being here and I know that she will judge me harshly if I voice my concerns.  Ruth is my only close friend, though.  She knows what I’ve been through and I need to talk to someone – it’s eating me inside.  The trust I felt for Sebastian is diminished and yet I wonder if I’m imagining a relationship between them through my own insecurity.  Hell, I’ve got to say something.

“Ruth, I think maybe I’m going mad, or jumping to wild conclusions but I wonder if Sebastian and Scarlett are still lovers.” 

She narrows her eyes and purses her lips as she considers what I have said.  “Ok.  What have you got on them?” she asks.

“Nothing tangible.  It’s just a feeling when I’m around them.  When they’re together.   I feel like I’m intruding, as though there’s some unspoken conversation that I’m interrupting.  Do you understand?”  She nods and sighs deeply.

“I have to say Beth, it’s not a normal set up here.  She’s a beauty and I’d be concerned if my boyfriend was sharing this bloody romantic old house with someone like her, especially since he’s already admitted they had a fling once.”  That doesn’t make me feel any better.  “Have you ever caught them? You know …  at it?”