When we were both spent, we collapsed onto the bed together. I was pleased to see he looked as drained as I did; face flushed, body slick with sweat.

Lying there nestled against him was lovely. I'd forgotten what it felt like to have a pair of strong arms wrapped around me. It was a surprisingly tender gesture, like what we'd just shared had stripped away a little of that professional armour.

"Wow," I said, when I could finally speak again.

He gave a short laugh. "My thoughts exactly. God, that was intense." His brow crinkled. "It wasn't too much was it? I wanted to take it slow, really. I didn't mean to grab you, but once I had you underneath me like that, I lost control."

I thought back to that rush of adrenaline when he'd seized my hands. It scared me to admit, but perhaps he was right. Perhaps there were a few things I didn't know about myself. "No. In fact, when you pinned me down, I kind of liked that. It felt so... animal."

A huge smile split his face. "I was hoping you'd say that." He ran a hand gently down my naked ass, that emerald gaze searing into me. "Because now that I've had a taste of you, I don't think I can stop. There are so many things I want to show you."

I drew a deep breath. I didn't know exactly what I was committing to, but I wasn't sure I had a choice anymore. The strange hunger Sebastian had awakened inside me wasn't going away. It had started that first night crouched in the wardrobe, and tonight had been like pouring fuel on a fire. "Well, I think I want to be shown," I said, my voice shaking. "Slowly," I added, having sudden visions of him carrying me off, wrapping me in leather and chaining me in the basement.

"With you, I have absolutely no objections to taking my time." It sounded like both a threat and a promise. I suspected that whatever pace we moved at, the experience would be something special.

I licked my lips. I wasn't sure exactly what the typical rules of such arrangements were, but certain things still bothered me. "I have a condition though."

He looked amused. "Oh?"

"What we do stays strictly in the bedroom. Hannah may have let you control other parts of her life, but that's not me. Everywhere but in here, I'm my own person."

His smile grew. "Honestly, I wouldn't have expected anything else. Submission is different for everyone. It's an intensely personal thing. For Hannah, discipline was important, so I gave her what she needed." He ran a hand gently up my side. "But I'm perfectly happy just having your body in here."

"That sounds about perfect to me," I replied, savouring the sensation of his touch. "Oh and one other thing. There will be none of that 'Sir' stuff. Like, ever. That seriously weirds me out."

He laughed. "Alright. Noted."

We lay for a few moments in silence.

"This was a lovely night," I said eventually. "It's been a long time since I went on a date; especially one that escalated this quickly."

His expression fell ever so slightly. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. "But you know it won't be like this all the time, right? This—" he gestured to the bed "—I can give you, but I can't promise much more than that."

I nodded slowly. I had no illusions about the sort of man he was, and what he was proposing should have been exactly what I wanted; all the fun of a relationship and none of the fuss. But nonetheless, his candour made me a little uneasy. It was still difficult to wrap my head around the idea that I wasn't being taken advantage of.

"I know," I replied, trying to act nonplussed. "It was just nice to spend a night doing things the old fashioned way, you know? Most days I barely have time to scoff down a bowl of two minute noodles."

He relaxed a little. "That makes two of us."

We lay for a few minutes in silence. In an attempt to distract myself, I began to explore his body. He was still clothed from the waist up, but this time he didn't stop me as I slipped my hand beneath his shirt. I ran my fingers gently over his skin, admiring the smooth, hard curves beneath. And then I noticed something I hadn't seen before.

"Wow. You didn't strike me as a tattoo kind of guy," I said, hopping onto my elbows to get a closer look. Neatly inscribed on the right side of his chest, was an ornate letter A. Something about the image looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place it. "What's it stand for?"

He hesitated. "Nothing really. Call it a relic from my younger and stupider days." He rolled slightly onto his side and reached up my skirt to cup my ass. "You know, if you keep touching me like that, you're just asking for trouble."

With his body pressed up against me, I could feel a throbbing presence begin to jut into my thigh. He was growing hard again. All other thoughts fled my mind.

I peeled back the sheet and his cock sprang into view. It was the first time I'd really gotten a good look at it. Long and almost as thick as my wrist, it had two large veins wrapped around it like decorations. Warmth gushed through me once more. I couldn't believe I'd had that inside me. It seemed impossibly big.

I'd always been a once-and-done kind of girl. I'd assumed I simply wasn't built for multiple orgasms. But Sebastian had already managed to shatter that illusion tonight, and now, against all odds, I found my body stirring once more. He had that look in his eye again; that raw, carnal need that I couldn't help but respond to.

I reached out to stroke the length of him. "Is that so?" I said. "Well, I think there's only one way I'm going to learn."


My second time with Sebastian was even more tiring than the first, and when he finally dropped me home, I fell asleep almost instantly. I had no idea how he managed such virility. He seemed to have the stamina of ten men. Not that I was complaining.

I woke feeling refreshed, a pleasant ache between my legs. I assumed I'd get used to marathon sex sessions eventually, but for now, my body was not accustomed to such vigour. Thinking back to the four toe curling orgasms I'd had, I decided a little soreness was a fair price to pay.

My day at the office started with a floor wide strategy meeting. Normally our work was delegated across a mixture of small meetings, phone calls and emails, but whenever we began a big case like Wrights, we needed a little more coordination. I was excited to finally have something important to sink my teeth into.

After a less than rousing speech from Alan, the senior Partner who ran our floor, about the importance of "obtaining justice for those that might otherwise slip through the cracks," we got down to business.

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