Sebastian held his hand out to interlock his fingers with yours and pull you closer. You walked to him slowly as you smiled at him with a both shy and devilish grin. You stopped in front of him looking down to him innocently when he run his palms through your hips and pulled you into his lap. He was sitting on a quite comfortable couch in the private section of his favourite bar, and now you were straddling his thick, muscular thighs.
God sees his soul, he tried to resist you all night long, all his life since he knew you, but tonight he couldn’t. You looked irresistible in your small, dark blue dress which now pooled around your thighs in his lap. You let him slide his hands over the opened back of your dress, looking up to you with all his contained desire. He wanted to feel you, to feel your skin on his, to feel your finger in his hair, your lips on his, your fragile everything under his body. He needed to make you his. His movements reflected the longing in his soul, as his fingers dig into your hips before they grabbed your wrists, holding them in his palm tightly, already dominating you.
“Doll, you are driving me crazy! You must be very bad, baby girl? Are you? Are you a bad girl?’ He asked with voice low and dripping with desire, making you chuckle.
‘No. It’s quite the opposite.’ You purred. ‘I am the most submissive woman you have ever laid your hands on, Sebastian. I am gonna be such a good sub to you, if you desire me to. Sir.‘
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