Sebastian steps aside so I can walk in first, then shuts the door behind him. I clutch my purse nervously, standing in the center of the room, unsure what to do, where to go— but also waiting on Sebastian to tell me all of the above. He will— I know he will— and though part of me is irritated that I’d wait for a guy to order me around, I also love the ease that comes with knowing there won’t be any guesswork here. Sebastian will be in charge, and…I like that. I want that.

But I’m still terrified of it, especially when he turns slowly to me and walks forward in the dim light. He looks sly, and sure, and towers over me as he grows closer and closer. He stops a few feet from me, and lets his eyes run up and down my body without trying to hide what he’s doing.

“So petite,” he says, shaking his head. “I’ve never had someone so small, Ashlynn.”

I lick my lips, because there’s no way to deny it now— he’s going to have me. He’s going to take me. My panties are wet, and I bite at my lip again, still shaky and unsure.

“You always freeze up around me,” he says, voice low. “Every time, you’ve gone all still like this. Until I started rubbing your pussy, at least.” He takes another step forward, only a foot away from me now, and runs his fingers along my jaw line, down my shoulder, down my side and around my back, where he cups my ass cheek lightly, then squeezes gently, like he knows to be careful with me. He makes a satisfied noise in his throat, then takes my purse from my hands and tosses it to a nearby chair. Unsure what to do with my hands, I wring them together. He smiles at this.

“You’re going to take my clothes off,” Sebastian says, meeting my eyes so he can be certain I understand.

I nod.

“Good. Start with my shirt, Ashlynn.”

He’s wearing a button down, and I have to reach up high to get to the top buttons. My fingertips are clumsy as I unhook it, then the next, moving down his chest. He doesn’t help in the slightest, but rather watches me, like the way I do this is mesmerizing. I have to move around him to tug the sleeves down his arms, then drop it onto the floor. When I’m back at his front again, I inhale at how good he looks, his ripped chest showing through the pale white undershirt he’s wearing.

“Now this,” he says, motioning to the undershirt.

My eyes widen— how the hell am I supposed to get this up and over his head. He smirks— clearly, this is part of the game for him. His cockiness sparks my own delight, and I take a shaky breath, then grab hold of his desk chair. I slide it over to him, then reach down and grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. It comes off with a sweep of his scent, and it’s all I can do not to bury my face on the newly exposed, warm skin of his torso. I lick my lips as I look down at his chest— we’re more or less face to face, now— and the perfectly defined muscles there. My eyes then fall on another sight, one that makes me moan before I can stop myself— his cock. It’s still hidden from me, of course, but I can see it pressing at the front of his pants, eager to escape. I can also see how enormous it has to be, and it reignites my worry.

“Shhh,” Sebastian hums soothingly. “I told you I’d be careful with you. Now, pants, Ashlynn.”

I nod, swallow, and get down from the chair; Sebastian kicks his shoes off as I do this. I grasp the top of his pants and unbutton them, then meet his eyes before sliding them down his legs. His cock presses farther forward now, less restrained by his boxers. Sebastian growls in a throaty, hungry way, and when I rise he takes my hands in his. He guides them toward his groin, then forces my fingers onto his cock through the material of his boxers.

I cry out in surprise at his size, at his girth— and Sebastian groans at my touch. I hold him as best I can, though both hands fisted don’t even cover his entire length. I can feel his cock pulsing beneath my fingers when Sebastian grits his teeth, like he’s having to fight more primal urges. He reaches down and brushes the fabric of his boxers aside, revealing the glistening head of his enormous cock. I struggle to breathe.

“You’re alright,” he murmurs to me. “Go on, Ashlynn. Put me in your mouth.”

I swallow nervously, then lower myself to my knees. He’s so tall that I can’t reach him, but Sebastian is already thinking of this; he backs up a bit and sits down on the edge of his bed, which puts his cock right at my level. I push away his boxers to reveal more of him, then grasp his cock in my hands again, this time skin-to-skin. I press my lips together, then part them and slip his cock past them, onto my tongue.

Sebastian groans again, and grabs the back of my head— though he doesn’t push me down or force more of himself into my throat. No, he simply grasps my hair, strong and sure, as I taste him. I run my tongue across the head of his cock, salty and masculine and wonderful, the heat from his body warming me as I begin to carefully draw my head up and down. It feels like I’m doing so little— I can hardly fit a third of him into my mouth— but I feel him harden even more, and soon, Sebastian leans back a little, watching as I bob up and down on him, as I let his cock rub against the top of my mouth, pausing now and again to swirl my tongue over him.

“That’s right. That’s perfect,” he mutters, and it gives me confidence. I release him, then run my tongue up and down his length. Sebastian moans and puts his other hand on my head, and I can tell he’s having to work hard not to thrust into me, not to fuck my mouth deep. I wish he could, I think, and my pussy drenches at the metal image of Sebastian’s cock disappearing entirely past my lips, of how it would feel to have so much of him in my mouth. I whimper against him, and he strokes my head gently, then begins to lightly pulse his hips into my throat.

“You could make me come like this, you know,” he tells me, voice so low it’s barely audible. “I could come in your sweet little mouth right now. And I think you’d like that, Ashlynn. Would you?”

I nod— god, yes. I can’t believe it, but yes, I would love to feel his cock go still and rigid in my mouth, would love to taste his come. I’ve never wanted this before; hell, I’ve even adamantly refused to do it with ex boyfriends. But with Sebastian? I want it, I want it, I want it—

“Not yet,” he says with a sharp breath, then pulls my head away from his cock. “Not yet, darling.”

I’m breathless, my hair ruinous around my face, and I’m sure my cheeks are red with exertion. He tilts my chin up to him, and I can see how hard it was for him to stop me, to not come in my mouth. He licks his lips, then sits up, his cock still pointed straight at me. Without ceremony, he grabs the hem of my dress and yanks it up over my head, tossing it aside. I barely have time to recover before he grabs the back of my bra, unhooks it easily, and tosses it across the room. I yelp as my breasts are revealed, but Sebastian is eager and hungry.

“God, I knew you’d be perfect. Look at you,” he says, shaking his head as if in wonder. He motions for me to stand, and I obey. Sebastian leans forward takes one of my breasts in his hand. I moan, my eyes shut, my head tilts back. “You have sensitive breasts, don’t you? You liked me sucking on them the other night.” He takes my other breast in his other hand, holding tightly, running his thumbs across my nipples as they harden to his touch. He releases them, then slides his hands down my sides, hooking his fingers in the sides of my panties. “And you liked my fingers in your pussy, didn’t you?”

I don’t answer— how could I? I can’t think of anything but how badly I want him to tear my panties off, how badly I want his fingers on my clit, how badly I want to feel him push them inside me, how badly I want to come at his touch again—

“Answer me, Ashlynn,” Sebastian says admonishingly.

I lick my lips, and nod, but I can tell this answer isn’t enough. “I— I liked your fingers in my pussy,” I say, barely finding the words in the nervous wreck that is my mind.

Sebastian tugs my panties down a bit, to my mid-thigh, then releases me. “Turn around,” he instructs me. I do so without question, waiting for his next command. “Take your panties the rest of the way off for me,” he says.

I nod, realizing what he wants, and take hold of my panties. I bend at the waist to pull them down to my ankles, giving Sebastian a clear view of my pussy and ass.

“Look at that,” he says. “What a sweet little pink pussy you have.” I’m still bent over when he reaches forward and grabs one of my ass cheeks, sliding his thumb up against my wetness. I cry out and nearly number forward, but Sebastian is unrelenting— he rubs at my slit with his thumb, then grabs my other as cheek, pressing both this thumbs against my pussy entrance, pulling my ass cheeks apart so he can get the view he wants. I’m so certain I might tumble forward, especially when he runs the tips of his thumbs up to my clit and rubs me there.

The world swirls and blackens in pleasure. Sebastian releases my ass before I can climax. I stand up and glance over my shoulder, unsure if I’m allowed to turn back around just yet.

Sebastian lies back on his bed, his cock points straight at the ceiling. He motions for me to come closer. “Here,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me not toward his cock, but toward his lips. Sebastian moves one of my legs over him, till I’m sitting on my knees, my pussy directly over his mouth. He massages my ass as he stares up at me, then meets my eyes as he pulls me down to his mouth.

I scream— I really, truly scream— at the moment his tongue hits my pussy. Sebastian grips me tight, thankfully, or I might have collapsed as the waves of pleasure rush at me. He keeps his eyes on mine as he runs his tongue around and around my pussy lips, then darts it into my pussy, tasting me, exploring me. I thought his hands on me were mind-blowing, but his mouth on me is…I didn’t know I could feel like this. I can’t keep myself upright; I tilt forward and catch myself on my hands, but Sebastian is unrelenting; he continues to suck at me, moving his mouth to my clit. I scream again, unsure if I can bear the sensation of electricity shooting through my body. He slides his fingers around my ass and to my shock, rests them against my asshole, a place no one have ever touched me.

I’m going to come— I can’t help it, I have to. I try to say as much, but I can’t find my voice. Sebastian groans against my pussy, then thrusts his tongue into me; it’s the last straw. I buck my hips against his mouth and nearly howl as the orgasm hits me, rocketing through me, flooding my pussy and his mouth and my mind and oh, oh, god.

The orgasm seems to last forever; I’m not even sure how longer, to be honest, as the first thing I remember after near blackout pleasure is Sebastian sucking lightly on my clit, nursing the last of the orgasm from me, rubbing my ass cheeks. My elbows go week; I fall forward.

He looks down at my panting, sweaty body, satisfied with his work, then turns me over onto my back.

“Didn’t I tell you I’d take good care of you?” he asks, and I nod weakly. He reaches down and touches my pussy again, slipping the tip of his finger into me, like he’s testing me. “You’re so wet, Ashlynn,” he says. Then, tilting his head to the side, he says, “Which is good, since you’ll need to be— you’ll have to be, for me to get my cock into that tiny pussy of yours.”

My eyes widen with one part fear, one part exhilaration. This is happening, this is really happening. I glance down at his monstrous cock, which is now the biggest it’s been, huge and pulsing. Sebastian nudges my thighs apart, then tugs my hips toward him. He lines himself up at my entrance, and I moan at the very prospect of feeling him thrust into me. He rubs my clit with his thumb, then reaches for something lying beside me on the bed— a condom, though I’m not sure when he got it out. Then again, I was more or less unconscious with bliss for a moment there.

He tears the condom wrapper open, then slides it down his cock— I can’t believe it fits. He repositions himself, then leans over my body, taking up the entirety of my field of vision. “Are you nervous, Ashlynn?” he asks.

I nod.

“But you want me in you all the same, don’t you?” he asks.

I nod again.

“Say it,” he says, pushing a little closer to me. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, telling me just how thick he is, just how much he’s going to stretch at my pussy to make it inside.

“I want you in me,” I stammer.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please, please,” I say, weak with desire now. He edges closer, and I realize what he’s waiting to hear. I meet his eyes, and though my voice shakes, I still manage the words. “Fuck me, Sebastian.”

He thrusts forward.