The One Awakened: Book 1 in The One Trilogy (50 page)

“Not yet Baby.”
Control is there at the forefront again but this time I like it.

Reaching to the silver table beside the bed, he alerts me to a tray, complete with ice bucket, champagne, cherries, strawberries, cream and red coulee. My mouth waters at the thought of such pleasure - I love all of these delicious things but to consume them with Sebastian, in this setting, naked - serious food-play.

I can see through the lace but not as much as I’d like and before I can remove it, Seb dips a dark ruby red cherry into the cream, feeding it to me, caressing my lips with the yumminess, and plopping it in my mouth. I moan in ecstasy, which is immediately stifled by his kiss, his tongue swooping inside to collect some of the sweet and tart combination and the pip, which he places back onto the plate.

“Delicious.”

I roll my lips together, savouring the sweetened juices on the edges of my mouth and lie back onto my arm, watching as he repeats the process, this time swirling the cherry, from the stalk, around my areole, and dragging the cream upwards onto my erect nipple - then lapping it like a ice-cream - the sensation is bliss - I squeeze my eyes shut, as my clit springs to life again - its only been a few minutes but I’m needy already.

I delight in Seb leisurely licking fruit and the fluffy whipped cream mixture off my body, my mouth and the hot and cold thrills created send my nerves into overdrive again. Each time I reach for him, he grabs my wrists and places them above my head, forcing them to refrain from touching him. I watch as he bites gently into a succulent strawberry, his beautiful mouth seductive, teeth white and teasing whilst he holds my gaze throughout. God he’s hot as hell!

Reaching for my wrists, he unravels the pearl necklace, twisted there, until it loosens. Leaving it looped in two strands around my left wrist, he rubs a thumb over the soft flesh at my pulse, placing the lightest of kisses there. My heart hammers in my chest, the moment so simple but so erotic, as I watch his eyes darken.
 

“As you can’t seem to do as you are told, I need your other wrist.”

At my shocked look, his expression softens. “Please.”

I lift my right wrist and present it to him, without further question, my trust in him, fathomless. Shivering faintly as he slips my hand through the middle of the rope of pearls, winds it around my wrist again, and pulls. Tight. Finally wrapping the excess around his finger and pulling through the loophole, creating a loose knot. He’d definitely done this before.
 

I test the strength of the bonds. Instinct really and am surprised how strong the pearl rope hold is and how sexy it makes me feel to be trapped by him.

 
Sebastian assesses my reaction, smiles seductively, placing my bound hands above my head and moves his attention to my chest, tracing the strawberry delicately over my breast, down onto the curve of my quivering belly and along the edge of each suspender strap. As the bed dips, I feel him at my pussy, blowing gently there, encouraging me to open for him - instinctively I do, I feel his fingertip flex over me, slide up my slit, I’m so wet after my orgasm. He settles between my thighs and my toes curl involuntarily -
Jesus
- again?
 

I’m not ready - I can’t take anymore. Can I?
 

His tongue tentatively licks across my lips, and I buck.
Yes I want more
. Again, I feel something wet on me, cooling but foreign, and then I realise it’s the strawberry. He gently strokes it back and forth, across my needy clit and I jump at the sensations, rotating my hips in encouragement - it feels amazing.

“You always smell like cherries to me; now you’ll taste of strawberries, Baby.”

I arch my back, pushing myself into his face and he collects the ripened fruit with his tongue, forcefully pressing down on my clit at every point - then swirls around it, before taking it in his mouth and licking his lips. I’m so turned on I could explode but I need to reciprocate.

“Gives a whole new meaning to the fruit of your loins.” I chuckle at his corny joke and love that we can still make each other laugh, whilst experiencing such raw energy.

Sensing my need for physical contact, one hand hot and firm, clasps my straining breasts, before he kisses me, and then reaches for the champagne. I close my eyes in anticipation of what is to come, his lips on my throat and something cold grazing my nipple. It burns, and tingles. My eyes fly open in shock.

“Easy Baby - its just ice, frosting over your amazing tits.”

I quiver as he drops his mouth to suckle the ice-cold tip, his hot wet mouth a welcome sensation, before repeating the process on the other breast. I kiss the top of his head; lick the side of his face, needing contact at all times -desperate to touch him.
 

His trail continues, ice cold and wet, down, around my belly button and over my thigh, up and inwards and I tense, before he swirls the now dripping chip of ice all over my pussy, cupping me, the wet dribbling down, and over my thighs onto the sheet. His mouth teases mine. Duelling our tongues, he deepens the intensity, of the kiss, as I feel his cock straining against my stomach and open my legs instinctively to entice him.

“You’ve no idea what you do to me. I need to be inside you now - got to be buried to the hilt.”

I shudder at his words, their meaning so much more than sex - this was so much more than just sex. It was trust, passion, pushing the boundaries of everything I’d ever known sexually.
Fuck
-
was it love?

I’m lost in my thoughts as I feel his fingers untie the knot, at my wrists and with finesse unwind the pearls, until my hands are free. Gently he rubs them both, bringing life back into them, and I flex all digits simultaneously; a little numb but worth it.

“OK?”

“All good.” My sultry voice is still unrecognisable.

“Good because something else needs those hands on them.”

With a wicked grin, he clasps my hand and draws it downwards, placing it around his thick cock.
He is on fire.
His body twists and I move to retain my grip, when he reaches over and locates a condom. He was as good as his word but the feeling of despair that I won’t have him inside bareback, is all consuming.
 

“You put this on me Baby - let me watch you.”

My startled expression, must be obvious through the mask, as he searches my eyes, smiling,

“Have you not done this before?”

Shaking my head he nods.
 

“A first? It’ll be a gift to me then. Something we can share together.”
 

Easing off the side of the bed and drawing me to him, to nestle between his legs, my breasts heavy and aching over his balls, I take the condom, tear the wrapper, and place the rubber over the head of his protruding cock. I’d seen condoms put on before, so knew to pinch the end and after a slight fumble, do so, leisurely rolling it down his shaft. Firm strokes in a downward direction seem to do the trick, as I feel him grow bigger and more rigid by the second; the heat emanating from him there a complete turn-on. When I’m done I look up for approval, into blackened eyes, so filled with lust I feel myself grow wet.

“Knew these things could be sexy if placed in the right hands!”

He lowers his head to mine, takes my hands encouraging me to stand, before turning me 180 degrees. We are back where we started.

His hand reaches around to play with my breasts, gentle in this fondling, whilst his cock juts at the entrance to my behind. I feel his hand at my suspender strap and a push as he bends me over the bed, dragging a languid wet lick up my spine, from waist to neck. I shiver.

“What a pretty sight.”

Blushing in the dark as I think about the view he has, my bare behind, and wet pussy, glistening, decorated with bondage straps and lace topped stockings - all wrapped up for him, ready to open and delve into.

“Look up Baby.”
His voice is deep and husky and I do as he asks and I’m rewarded with a huge 7foot gold gilt mirror, glimmering directly opposite us. I hardly recognise the wanton woman staring back at me, flushed and brazen. Normally I’d have looked away but I’m immediately seduced by the fact that I can watch him fuck me; in all my agent provocateur finery - lace mask in place, curls tousled, some tumbling down onto my neck and shoulders. My tits, protruding like perfect globes on my demi cups and nipples erect and proud. Even I could see that I looked sexy. We looked sexy together - his hot muscled body, against my silky olive skin - our goals the same.

“Keep watching.”
 

He orders me on a growl and I do.
I stare transfixed as he places his cock at my entrance. My eyes grow hooded as he slides easily within me, his hands dropping to my hips and his deep breath of pleasure as he is clouded in tight silk. I watch as my mouth forms an ‘o’ shape when he plunges fully into me to the root
 
- and I stop to catch my breath, before moaning again, when he removes himself to the tip, then delves in and rotates, gaining momentum as my tits swing with the vibration. I watch his face grow tense, the veins in his neck proud, as he nears his climax. He reaches a hand around my body, and with the pad of his index and middle finger, I watch him pinch my clit, opening me, and lifting me slightly so I can see his wide cock swallowed by my pussy, my folds surrounding him and shiny with desire. My nub is swollen and throbbing and I push back onto him, desperate to create some form of friction. He answers my plea and leaves his palm there to add pressure where I want it most, as he thrusts into me.

“Darling, tonight you are mine.” His voice is thick with emotion.

Darling?
His love words soften the coarseness of the position we are in and I position my arm behind me, on his taut behind, forcing him into me further. I needed him to fill me completely, and tip me over the edge.

My low moan is all the encouragement he needs to finish the deed. He withdraws then, almost fully and I moan again at the loss of his scorching heat and in answer he thrusts into me so hard, his balls bang against my behind. Our passionate mating is animalistic in the mirror - both driven by the hot demands of our bodies and as his cock, continually hits my g-spot, I shatter around him, his fingertips rotating in lazy swivels across my clit, deepening my orgasm. He looks wild and beautiful as he pounds into me. Everything an Alpha male should be. A predator.

My hands grip the sheets, my body dips lower as I sink, nipples scraping pleasurably along the bed, every nerve ending frayed and at the second I look up into his blackened pools knowing he is about to come. I can feel his cock spasming and watch as he throws his head back on a roar of ecstasy, my name on his lips, as he wraps his arms around me. Entwined.
 

We lie like that for several minutes, our breathing laboured and bodies slick, until I feel his cock slip from me. The sensation of loss is worrying but I’m quickly preoccupied, by the scorching warmth of his mouth; the contact of his body against mine, once again. Skin on skin.
I sigh. Raining kisses all over my back and neck, he slides us both up onto the bed, spooning his muscled body around mine.
 

“That was incredible Lulu.”
 

“I agree. You were right, strangers make better lovers - there had to be no friendship here.”

“Initially yes, but this is you and me Baby. We’ll always be friends.”

His lips caress my shoulder and I moan, curling into his warmth. Will we always be friends? I’m not sure I can go back to friendship, without the sex, after what we’ve just shared? Maybe I like the fact that I can submit for once; let him take control. Finally, someone else can take of
me
.

Let’s face it Sebastian is your soul mate and you know it. You want love, sex, friendship; the whole fucking works!

Exhausted but entirely replete I shift positions and turn to stand. Seb pecks me on the mouth gently and excuses himself, heading for the bathroom to dispose of the protection. I hear water running and listen to the soothing sounds as I relax on the resplendent four-poster bed. Staring up at the black painted ceiling, I stretch my thoroughly worshipped body - talk about the girl that got the strawberries and cream. That had been nothing short of exquisite. My naughty smile is wistful in the memory of the night.
 

Hmmm. Where has Seb got to?

I glance at the door to the en-suite, slightly ajar and allowing the drum of heavy water to filter through, and swing my legs over the edge of the bed, before stepping towards the bathroom. As I open the door fully, I’m hit by a wall of steam, which rises sensually from a huge black circular bath, nestled majestically in the centre of the room. Looking at the decor, I see that the black and gold theme continues in here, and rather than appear ostentatious is perfect for the atmosphere Scarlet House is trying to offer its guests.

Black glittering marbled tiles, wash the floors and scale the high walls; the noir façade is then broken up by a gold panel, more bronze in its tone, that fills one wall, behind the sink, where the lighting, cleverly creates a warm metallic glow. I can still hear water and entering deeper into the room, I notice that the right-hand corner is entirely blackened and L-shaped; it’s a wet room.

I follow the sound of the water and find Seb, eyes closed, legs spread, and palms flat against the wall in front of him. The water lashing down from the immense watering can showerhead in the ceiling, all over his body, brutal in its force.
Oh to have had this shower when we had our morning nookie at mine.

I can’t help but stare at his body with awe as water cascades over his muscles, dampening the hair on his body and tightening his skin with goosebumps. He was cold?

“Seb?” My question is tentative.

His head flicks up, water covering me, from his lightening reaction, his eyes bore into mine. Intense and sexy but troubled.
What was up with him?

“You OK?”

“I’m fine Lu. Sorry, I fancied a shower.”
 

He looks apologetic but switches the tap off, steps out of the enclosure and walks towards me. Dripping wet and cock swinging. He was semi-hard, his balls tight as a drum. His eight-pack clearly defined with the glistening drops. I can’t help but stare at his magnificent physique and suddenly feel conscious in my underwear attire, where my boobs are still clearly on show, with no knickers to cover my modesty.