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“I know. I’m sure. I trust you. Besides, I have always been a little curious and since I like it when you pin my wrists, I’d say this is a safe bet.” At her admission, my heart doesn’t skip a beat. It stumbles over itself, makes a loop, and then skips two beats. She trusts me. I don’t think three little words ever made me feel prouder.

“Okay, if you’re sure. Now, let’s backpedal to those toys you mentioned. Are they here?” I ask, watching her cheeks burn up crimson. There’s my answer. “Tell me, have you used them since you moved in?”

Aliena shrugs nonchalantly but it doesn’t contain the ease it usually does. I narrow my eyes, my amusement heightening. “Oh, you did. What about this room? Have you used them in this bed?” I go on. If she says yes to that, I might as well forget all about tying her up and take her right now. Some possessive part of me likes the thought that shepleasured herself in my room, on my bed when I wasn’t here. Breathing in my scent on the sheets, remembering how I held her...

Sadly, Aliena shakes her head now. “Of course, not! This is your bed. No, I – they’re in my room,” she finally admits.

“First off, this isourroom. You sleep here every night. Secondly, do you want me to use them? On you?” It would be a lie to say I didn’t get excited at the prospect of it.

I can work her up to an orgasm perfectly fine without any assistance, but a toy can add some extra variety to it.

If anything, her blush deepens, and I don’t understand why she’s so shy all of the sudden. I always figured she’d be as loud and outspoken about all things concerning sex. She owns her body like she knows exactly what she wants, but maybe that was a misconception. I hate the thought of making her uncomfortable. I reach for her hand and give it a squeeze. “Sweetheart, if I’m crossing a line, just let me know.”

“No, you’re not. It’s just, I mean, you don’t really need them, do you? It’s not like you have trouble making me come,” she mumbles. When she looks up and sees me smiling like a Cheshire cat, she glares at me. “Ugh, forget I said that. Your ego really doesn’t need any brushing up to.”

“Right, right. Already forgotten. Now, will you answer my question if I’m not making you uncomfortable?”

“Yes, Sebastian. I’d gladly let you use them,” she drawls, shoving my shoulder. “Let’s move over to my room. I don’t want to move my things.” I don’t mention that it’s not her room again. That the room we’re currently in isourroom and that’s the end of it.

Getting off the bed, I reach out my hand to help her follow my lead. She accepts it and walks ahead down the hall. As I follow her, something else crosses my mind.

“Oh, I forgot to ask you something else. About Saturday when our friends come over, do you want to tell them? That you live here, I mean? I know that would come with a lot of explaining more private things for you but maybe it’s time to stop lying to all of them.”

I see her shoulders move with a sigh rather than hear it. “You’re probably right, but I don’t think I can do it. Those private things you mentioned are complicated as hell and I honestly don’t want to spend my evening explaining my family drama. For now, I’d rather keep those things to myself.”

“And what if someone asks to give you a ride home? I doubt Mattheo will let you walk home alone again.” I bite back a smile as I remember how I beat him up the last time. Sure, it wasn’t my brightest hour as a friend but a vindictive part of me still takes great pleasure in it.

“Then I’ll tell them I’m spending the night. I’ve always had a room, after all. It’s not so unimaginable that I’d take advantage of it.”

Deciding that this is her choice to make, I give in. “As you wish.” And then I follow her into her room, perking up at the prospect of exchanging the daunting memories of banging on her door as she let my best friend fuck her with some good ones.

Chapter 28

Aliena

Sebastian is silent as I dig through my underwear drawer, reaching for the very back of it where I know my toys are hidden. Even with my back to him, my skin pricks with awareness of his gaze on me. I can’t believe I really agreed to it. I don’t know whether to be proud of myself for having let him in enough that I trust him with this or mortified.

When my fingers finally grasp onto the smooth surface of one of my toys, I let out a triumphant “aha”. Like an idiot, yes. Slightly sheepish, I turn around with the three different things in my hand. Three objects I never thought I’d show another living being, and yet a part of me is turned on by this perceived tabu.

I get on the bed next to him and lay them out. “You pick,” I offer.

His answering smirk is wicked. “Do I have to?” And god, but his unabashed flirting is turning me into a nervous, shy wreck. I’m so unused to these feelings, it’s not even funny.

Usually, I’m the unflappable one. The flirt, the tease, the seductress, how Mattheo used to call me. I wear my confidence like a shield, using it to come across as though nothing could hurt me.

I don’t have that safety net around Sebastian. Too much has happened between us, too many secrets revealed and walls lowered to put on an act around me.

It gives him the kind of power over me no one else has ever had, and I don’t possess the will to stop it.

Trying to cling to a semblance of normalcy, I act nonchalant as I shrug. “You can try your way through them and then decide which one you prefer, I guess.” I keep my voice level even though the thought makes me nervous as much as it excites me.

“Oh, I have every intention of seeing which one you prefer in action, Sweetheart.” A soft shiver rushes down my spine at the promise.

“Now, take your clothes off,” he adds, his voice unnaturally deep and authoritative. On their own command, my hands follow the order and I find myself topless in a few seconds. When I reach for the waistband of my pants, I’m a little more tentative.

I’ve never been particularly shy in the bedroom. Maybe this is just my being eager to please Sebastian. I feel like with him, it matters. Not that he would judge me more harshly than any one-night stand. I believe the contrary to be true for sure. I just never cared what any of them thought since I knew I’d never see them again.

I shrug out of my pants and underwear and then hesitate. Sebastian, probably seeing my nerves written all over me, reaches out and cups my face. He presses a tender kiss to my lips and when he pulls away, he’s smiling. It sends an uncomfortable pang right through my chest.

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