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Stella's POV

I'm naked and shackled to his bed in the middle of the night. I ended up in this situation because of curiosity, fascination, and a little bit of anxiety.

If I'm not allowed out, I'll have to beg.

I have no idea why I allowed things to come to this point. He doesn't say anything as he leads me out of the place. We sat in silence in the rear of his car, we are just silent inside the car to avoid the suffocating intensity that surrounded us. He takes my hand and leads me to his door, rather than Alice's condo.

I suppose I should object or protest, but I'm at a loss for words, and a part of me doesn't want to leave his side any sooner.

My bra and panties, as well as the party dress, are now strewn on the floor outside his bedroom. It is because I am lying naked in Sebastian's bed. I stretch my neck to see Sebastian tie my wrists to the bedposts with deep crimson silk ribbons. To glance up instead of down would bring back memories of the time I stood at Sebastian's chamber door, motionless as he undressed me.

To show his appreciation, he sits at the foot of the bed and looks me in the eyes. The stark contrast between my bare skin and his tuxedo only serves to increase his grip on my body. But I'm to blame. The instant I came, I gave him that authority. I'm not sorry I gave it to him, but I'm curious to see what he does with it. Inquisitive and upbeat Also, I've never been more enthralled. All I can do now is hold my thighs together and wait for the timer to run out. As for what I can and should do, there are a few things I can and should accomplish, but my mental state is a mix of expectancy and delayed judgment. Allowing Sebastian to take me anywhere he wants me to go feels like the correct thing to do.

I take advantage of the fact that Sebastian is leaving through the same door that we entered through to look around the massive bedroom, which is decorated in brown and chocolate tones. Now that my eyes have adjusted, the room appears brighter with the blinds drawn and moonlight and city lights streaming in through the glass. When I lift my head to get a better look, I try to keep my elbows close to my body for support, but my hands are still chained unsure of what Sebastian will do to me, I return to my pillow. Something has to happen somewhere along the way. I'm going to have to tell him that I'm a virgin at some point.

I let out a soft sigh as Sebastian comes to the room a few minutes later. He removed his tuxedo jacket, vest, and bow tie. When he's merely wearing a dress shirt and slacks, his demeanor is noticeably improved. He pauses at the foot of the bed with two wine cups in his other hand. He has a bottle of red wine in one hand and the handle of an ostentatious silver bucket packed with ice in the other. Wine is taken from the ice bucket and the cups are placed on a nightstand in front of the television.

After removing the cork from the bottle and placing it back on the ice, he pours the wine into two glasses. The thought of his untying one of my hands so that I might join him in his drink begins to cross my mind. A few minutes later, he sits next to me and responds to my silent question. Using one calm hand, he elevates my head and upper torso before grabbing one of the wine cups.

"Drink a few sips," he says, "It'll help you relax."

His white-on-white striped satin bedding is expensive, so I'm cautious not to spill any wine on it as I take two short swigs. As the cold drink passes over my tongue, I gulp it whole, allowing its semisweet, somewhat tangy flavor to permeate my entire mouth and throat. He returns the glass on the nightstand after delicately removing it from my lips, and then traces his fingertips down the side of my cheek. I close my eyes and let myself be lulled to sleep by his gentle touch, longing for more. My face is just inches away from him at this point.

"I'm going to make you beg now that you're calm."

I take a deep breath and let out an involuntary sigh. First, many times my body will betray me by revealing how arousal I am at the moment. My entire being is consumed with lust, from the depths of my soul to the sensations on my skin. He hasn't even rubbed his hands on my body yet. Due to exposure and the chilly air, my nipples have hardened. Additionally, my skin feels quite warm to the touch.

When I inform Sebastian that I won't be requesting anything from him, I'm not sure how to proceed. He could be right, or he could be incorrect. When I try to speak, he stops me in my tracks by tracing his hands down past my neck and across my collarbone, stopping millimeters from my nipples. This is going to take him a while. Even though I'm certain of it, I'm not going to whine about it. After a long, sensuous evening, I'll finally be able to admit that Sebastian is the first man I've ever had an intimate relationship with.

That is, if we are successful in our mission.

The thought of being confined to his bed for the next week makes my teeth chatter and my lips pucker up just enough to make me smile for a split second. If he keeps going at this pace, I'll still be a virgin. My chest rises off the bed as he slowly removes his hands from my skin, and I beg him to get closer to my breasts.

I'm meant to feel frightened, but I'm not. Terrified. The truth is, I'm putting myself in jeopardy by coming here and letting myself be used by a stranger.

With his free arm, Sebastian gently strokes the side of my head, picking up loose hairs and stuffing them in his pocket. I feel my body tremble as a bolt of lightning strikes from his fingertips. I'm wondering if he's having the same symptoms I'm having, or if it's just me. That's a question I'm hesitant to utter out loud.

He stares at me with a stern expression. His glances hold the key to the solution. I know better, but I can't help myself. In order to better see his brilliant blue eyes, I raise my chin and stare up at him.

"Tell me what you want," he says.

Tonight could be exactly what the doctor ordered. I can't recall ever taking the initiative to do anything other than my homework while in high school and college. Friendships were formed and dates were set with the people who approached me. I've never been able to summon the confidence to act on my own. Unfortunately, I'm not even able to articulate how I feel about it. Not a single minute has passed in which I wished that I had done things differently. Nobody I wish I had kissed but didn't have a place in my heart that isn't already full. One should not dwell on friendships that never developed or terminated too soon.

No one has ever asked me for much. To add insult to injury, I haven't ever had to fight a battle in my life. When I look back on my life, it feels like I've been dragged along on the backs of rag dolls.

To be a virgin is nothing new to me.

Clearly, tonight is going to be a little different from the norm.

Because he washed and bound my genitals, Sebastian had a measure of authority over me. Nevertheless, his idea has resonated with me. To get what I want, I'll have to beg for it. Nothing will happen unless I ask for it.

"I want you to kiss me," I tell him.

As far as Sebastian is concerned, he understands that when he asks me to repeat what I've just said, he can hardly hear the words coming out of my mouth.

After I've cleared my throat, I re-part my lips. I beg him to give me a kiss, saying, "Please kiss me, Sebastian."

I feel him pulling my hair tighter and closer as he slides his hand down to the base of my neck. My eyes flutter shut as he kisses me on the lips.

"Of course, I'll kiss what's mine, my little pet-sitter," he whispers in my ear.

The place emits heat, weakening my knees, and my core tightens. To keep my lips from becoming like his, I'm almost grateful to be in this bed.