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Chapter Thirteen

T he following day, Sebastian took me back to the house. I’d said I wasn’t going to be there, but his talk of funerals had me wanting to find her documents. The funeral home had Grandma, and I’d realised they’d have no way of getting in touch with me. I’d needed to call them with my new mobile number.

I also wanted to pick out a nice outfit for her. One of her dresses from the trunk in the loft.

Sebastian panicked when I used the old wooden rickety ladder to gain access to the loft.

“For fuck’s sake, Ruby. Get down and let me get in there,” he said as I was halfway up.

“I’ve climbed this ladder more times than I’ve had hot dinners with you, so be quiet, you’re putting me off.”

“Be quiet?”

“Yes. Be quiet. I’m concentrating. One of these treads is dodgy…”

“Get the fuck down now, Ruby.” He snapped, and I giggled. Not because it was funny, but because I knew I wasn’t getting down and it was annoying him.

He reached up for me. I scooted upwards and launched myself into the loft hatch. “See, I’m up, all fine.”

I walked from beam to beam across the loft until I reached the trunk. I sat for a moment and rifled through. Towards the bottom was a dress wrapped in tissue paper. I smiled and brought it to the top. It was Grandma’s wedding dress. I’d seen it before, of course. It was a beautiful lace dress she’d made herself. I sat and remembered her telling me, pieces of lace had been woven by her mother and her grandmother. It would be perfect to go with her.

“Can you take this and be careful with it,” I said leaning out of the loft.

“I tell you know, Ruby, when you get down here, I’m... I’m going...” He shook his head and sighed. “Pass it down!”

I handed down the dress and then proceeded to climb out. Sebastian had climbed halfway up the ladder to ‘cradle’ me in case I fell. I highly doubted the ladder would hold us both if I slipped and landed on him, but I figured it best not to mention that. When my arse was at his face height, he sunk his teeth in to it.

“Ouch! What the fuck!”

“If I tell you to come down, I mean it. When are you going to learn to do as you’re told?”

“When I’m dead. I’m okay, aren’t I? Stop acting like a bloody drama queen and you need to move, otherwise we’re both going to fall. This ladder wasn’t built for two.”

“You are on so many fucking strikes, Ruby.”

“Goody, now move, please?”

He lowered to the hall floor, and I looked at him before I took the last step down.

“How many strikes?” I asked.

“Too fucking many,” he replied.

“Should I go back up and hide?”

“You should get your fucking arse off that ladder before I whip it!”

“Oh, you look quite cross. Have you still got hold of Grandma’s dress?”

I knew I was pushing him, but his buttons were so easy to press, I couldn’t help myself.

“Get. Off. The. Ladder.” He stepped towards me and grabbed my wrist.

“All right! Blimey, it’s just one more step.”

As I spoke, the tread gave way and I thumped to the floor. It was a matter of inches, but you’d have thought I’d fallen over the banister the way Sebastian was flapping.

“See! That could have happened while you were up there.” He pointed to the hatch.

“But it didn’t. That happened when I was one rung up a ladder. One rung! Do you think you might be overreacting just a little? Plus you’ve probably left a bruise on my arse, so that must count for one strike.”

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards him. He then picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

“Watch the dress!” I called, as he dropped it on the floor.

He stepped over it and walked us into my bedroom.

“You can’t just do one fucking thing I ask, can you?” He let me fall to the bed and leaned down over me, his hands either side of my head. “One thing, that’s all I asked.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was important,” I said, and then bit down on my lower lip.

“Go on, fucking laugh.”

I giggled. “You’re all cave man and I kinda like it,” I said, laughing more.

He silenced me with a kiss.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. My legs were dangling off the bed and when he lifted up, he pulled my sweatpants down.

“No underwear? ”

“I didn’t have time.”

“All the better for me.” He pushed my t-shirt up and dragged my bra under my breasts.

He released his cock from his jeans and positioned himself at my entrance.

“No foreplay?” I asked.

“You’re fucking dripping, Ruby. And no, this is purely for my pleasure.”

With that, he slammed into me jolting me across the bed. He grunted with every thrust, and I didn’t think I’d ever felt him as deep. Perhaps the position, standing and leaning over me, offered him depth. Whatever it was, I wanted more.

I could feel my stomach knotting and I moaned in pleasure. Sebastian grabbed my t-shirt and raised it to my neck.

As I was about to come, he pulled out.

“No!” I said, reaching for him.

He placed a hand on my chest holding me down while he pleasured himself. He came over me, and when he’d milked every drop from himself, he smeared his cum over my breasts and then pulled up my bra.

“Do not wash that off,” he said, standing up.

“What? No way! You’re going to leave me all frustrated?”

“Yep. Maybe you’ll learn to listen to me. ”

My mouth opened; part shock, part dismay. “You bastard!”

“Back to strike one, Ruby.”

I wrenched my t-shirt down, feeling his stickiness beneath it. “You bloody bastard. And I’m going to keep saying it until you decide to fuck me in punishment. Didn’t plan for that, did you?” I laughed, a little manically.

“You’re assuming I’ll fuck you, of course. I make the punishment up as I go along. No rules, Ruby. That way you don’t get complacent.” It was his turn to laugh.

“Well, I don’t like your fucking game anymore.”

I stood adjusting my clothing. As I did, he placed both hands on my cheeks and leaned in close. I could feel his breath on my skin.

“Tell me to stop, then.”

“You said we didn’t have a safe word, or whatever crap that was.” I pouted but stood still, enjoying the feel of him so close.

“Tell me to stop. It’s as simple as that. And I will.”

I stared at him.

“You are fucking stunning when you’re angry,” he said, then he lowered further and kissed me.

I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck. Of course I’d never tell him to stop, no matter how frustrated I got. I was enjoying the game.

“I might pretend to divorce you. I’m sure it’s a thing, withholding conjugal rights or something like that,” I whined when he broke the kiss.

“I think you’ll find the right to divorce if you withhold my right, applied to men only back in the day. You won’t deny me, Ruby, you’d be way too frustrated within hours.”

The conceited bastard gave me a wink and a kiss to my forehead. I slapped his chest, hard, and he pretended to be wounded.

“Come on, let’s go home. I might need another wank,” he said, chuckling.

I stomped after him. He carried the additional clothes he’d gathered for me, while I held Grandma’s dress. I laid it down in the boot of his car and he gave me a hug and kissed my temple as he closed it.

“I was mean earlier, I’ll make it up to you,” he said.

I smirked, remembering what I’d been told. I had all the power.

“I shouldn’t be laughing or enjoying myself,” I said, suddenly.

He smiled gently at me. “I wanted to just give you a moment of distraction while we were here.”

I think I fell in love with him, then. Not that I told him..

We headed to the funeral home, and I handed over the dress. I was asked if I wanted to see her, but declined. I’d rather wait until she wore the dress. We went through the plan she’d already put in place and all that was left was to decide where the funeral left from. I knew it had to be my house, but I hated the thought the neighbours would be looking on. It was stupid. I knew I hadn’t made any effort to get to know them, either, but I needed to vent some frustration, and they were the perfect targets.

“You can leave from my house,” Sebastian said.

I shook my head. “No, that’s silly. It’s fine, we’ll leave from the house.”

With the details finalised, all that was left was for me to provide some information for an Order of Service and choose hymns. Grandma was Catholic yet had chosen a cremation. She wanted her ashes to be taken back to Spain. Of course, when she’d made these wishes she’d been of sound mind and she’d the money to afford it. I would do it, however. I would take her back to Spain and scatter her where she wanted, it just might take some time for me to afford it.

We drove back to Sebastian’s mostly in silence. I was tired and emotional, but it wasn’t from the funeral visit. An empty gnawing clawed through my body.

“If someone is denied an orgasm, how does it make them feel?” I asked, not looking at him as I spoke.

“Emotional, frustrated, obviously. Sometimes angry, which is always fun. I don’t want to sound like a prick asking this, but do you know what happens to your body when you climax?”

I didn’t want to look at him. “Of course...” What was the point of lying? “No, not really.”

“So, there is a build-up of endorphins, blood flow increases, and muscles tense. Your orgasm is your body contracting to bring that all down to normal levels. If you don’t, it stays put for longer. So, effectively, you experience your orgasm for longer which isn’t particularly pleasant.”

“So why do the denial thing?”

“I don’t, usually. And you’ll find out later what happens when you’re given your release after being denied.”

His voice had taken on a wicked tone. I finally looked at him and he glanced back at me. His eyes had darkened. He licked his tongue over his teeth.

“You look like you’re gonna eat me,” I said.

“I am.”

He put his foot down on the accelerator and I was thrown back into my seat.

We didn’t make it to the bedroom. We barely made it to the front door. He parked the car and was out, leaving his door open. He wrenched mine, and before I even had my seatbelt off, he was pulling me from the car.

I laughed, getting more tangled up. By the time he’d said, fuck’s sake , three times, I was out of the car and standing on one leg. He shook his head, clenched his jaw so tight the grind of his teeth was an audible snap. He picked me up, again, and threw me over his shoulder. I reached down, I wasn’t being dragged around without a fight, and gripped his arse cheeks. I dug my nails in through his jeans, he didn’t make a sound. I thought about giving him a wedgy but knew that to be a risk too far. Instead, I grabbed his jeans and hung on.

We got just inside the front door before he let me down. I stood staring up at him, wide-eyed, trying to look innocent. His chest heaved and it wasn’t exertion, it was him trying to control himself.

He pulled my T-shirt over my head, and I stood still. His face had taken on a different look, I frowned, trying to work out what had changed. His eyes had darkened, but that wasn’t unusual. He was tense, that, also, wasn’t unusual. It was the frown, I thought. I reached behind me to unhook my bra, the material peeled from my skin. I let it fall to the floor. He took a step back and while he did, I removed my sweatpants. I stood completely naked in front of him.

Heat rose on my chest and settled in my neck. The air charged. He didn’t speak, he didn’t blink, even. He just stared at me. It was if he’d gone into a trance, while a need to touch him took me over. It was unexplainable. Perhaps it was his intensity that drew me closer. I took the couple of steps to him, he didn’t move.

I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat rapidly though his T-shirt. I wanted skin on skin. I bit down on my lower lip, sucking it into my mouth as I gripped the hem at the sides. I looked at him and he gave a slight nod. I slipped the T-shirt over his head.

I placed both hands on his chest, his muscles flexed, and his heart thumped hard.

I ran my hand down to the waist of his jeans, again, I looked up at him and he nodded.

I was asking permission, I knew that. It hadn’t been premeditated at all. I’d fallen into a role he wanted. All that had prompted me to do so, was his stance, his silence, and the need that radiated from him. I hadn’t seen it before. It was a look of pure want in his face. The frown, the grinding of the teeth, it was frustration. He was holding back; I wasn’t sure I wanted him to.

An overwhelming need to ease that washed over me.

I fell to my knees, undoing his jeans and sliding them down his legs. He stepped out of them, kicking off his shoes at the same time. I cupped his balls, and he ran both his hands through my hair, pulling off the band holding it in a ponytail.

I slid my hand up and down his shaft, his skin was silky to the touch, and I could smell myself on him. It aroused me. When I tasted his cock, I moaned .

I opened my mouth, and he slid in. He held my head while he fucked my mouth, rocking his hips into me. I fought my gag reflex, but tears streamed down my cheeks. I looked up at him, he stared down at me. He then closed his eyes.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered, and I thought I saw a small tear leak from the corner of one eye.

I sucked hard, I rolled his balls in my palm, scraping my nails across the skin behind them. I wanted to pleasure him. I wanted to learn how to do so in a way he wanted. When he came, I swallowed it down. I didn’t like it, I just wanted whatever he would give me.

His body shuddered and when I looked at him, he had his head thrown back and his eyes closed. He hadn’t uttered a sound. I stayed on my knees until he finally looked at me. He crouched down and cupped my face. He opened his mouth to speak but before he did, I kissed him. I took what I wanted from that moment on.

When he’d hardened again, I pushed him to his back and straddled him. I held his cock at my entrance, teasing myself, and then I lowered. I rode him hard and all the while I flicked the tip of my finger over my clitoris. I needed to orgasm, badly.

I totally got what he’d said. The denial had made me ready way too quickly, and I came so hard, I doubled over, holding my stomach. My muscles clenched and clenched, and I had no control. I cried out, shedding tears. I wanted it to stop. I didn’t want it to stop.

“Fuck me through this!” I said, my voice gravelly and low.

He flipped me to my back and did as I asked. Sweat poured from his forehead, running down his chest and dripping onto me as he pounded over and over. All I could do was wrap my legs around his waist and lift my shoulders from the floor. I needed to curl up. I needed him inside me. I had no idea what I needed, just that I wanted it.

When I finally came, I felt liquid gush from me.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered, unaware of what was actually happening, but knowing it was the second time it had.

“Baby, go with it,” he whispered.

Gently I straightened my body, and my stomach muscles eased. The most amazing feeling of pleasure washed over me. My skin tingled, my fingertips and toes had gone numb as if all my blood was rushing to my core. I felt lightheaded and I saw not only stars, but black dashes flash across my vision. He lowered himself until his mouth covered my pussy and he drank from me. He licked and sucked, nipped, and teased. He moaned and the sound vibrated my clitoris. He breathed in heavily, exhaling hot air. Despite wanting to, I couldn’t push him away, I had no strength left .

When it was finally over, I lay limp. And I cried.

“What was that?” I sobbed.

Sebastian stood, he grabbed his jeans and slid them on. Then he reached down and picked me up in his arms. He cradled me to his chest, and I cried some more.

He carried me to his bedroom and gently laid me on his bed. I curled up, foetal position.

I heard taps turn on and the smell of something sweet and calm. After a few minutes, he came to pick me up again, and that time, he placed me gently a bath he’d run.

He sat by the side wafting the water over my body. I lay with my eyes closed. Calmness, but also extreme tiredness washed through me. Peace settled in my chest, and I gently smiled. I must have drifted off, because when I woke, I was naked in his bed and the sun was setting.