The Uber Sebastain charted dropped me off outside of his million dollar, 6 bedroom house on the well off part of town.
It was colder inside sebastain's house, then outside. The walls were a dark suit blue with white colonial trim and faux columns breaking the corners. There were no shoes by the front door, coats, or even a landing table for coming and going.
Sebastain kept his eyes down and his chin tucker to the right side of his emo band sleep shirt. I couldn't help but follow the empty walls up to the vaulted ceiling, such an open area made the house seem like a mansion and not just a standard two story five bedroom, with an unfinished basement. Sebastain held himself close, feeling the chill of the space that isn't lived in and clearly only used for guests, I guessed the garage door would be how Sebastain's family comes and goes.
Anxiously, I followed Sebastain upstairs to his room. "When does the party start, I asked?"
"It already has, we will enter as soon as your dressed. You'll need to wear this." Sebastain tossed a sailor blue dress on his bed, it was hardly three shades lighter than the walls. "I could see if you fit my sister's heels if your sneakers stand-out or you'd like to try them."
I stepped closer to the dress he tossed onto his bed. His room smelled of him, the undertone of his body that his pomegranate hair gel over powered. His chin up and his dark eyes were level with mine. He presented with so much confidence now that we are alone in his room. O.M.G. we are alone in his house, in his room and he is beckoning me to come over to his bed, my thoughts raced. As I closed the distance from the door to the bed.
"No, I don't think that will be necessary. The whole party will be over for me in less than five minutes. You said I only have to be there and be seen... and barely at that."
"Seen and remembered. You need to be remembered. He needs to know that I have you."
"Sebastain!" I huffed. "You don't have me, yet. I don't know you."
Sebastain grabbed my waist with an open and smooth palm. I felt as though I was being pulled into him but he was the one moving around my back. His breath tickling the back of my ear and his fingers removing my long hair from his heavy and hushed words. "I will, when you are ready." My heart was thundering in my chest and the butterflies were stirring a strong wind under his palm, now on my stomach, under my shirt. "Once you ask me, to take you, I won't be able to stop." He let my hair fall back on the word stop. Then after letting me remember to breathe he joined his hands together under my top. "For now though, you will do as I need you to do." I need you rang over and over in my head, missing his next words. His fingers pressed into my ribs and brought me back "Now, lift your arms." my shoulders started to burn my whole body every bit of my body was so heavy and drunk. "Arms up!" he commanded. My body followed the command of his fingers as the back of his knuckles caressed over my bra. A quick flick from his fingernail across the seem said that if he wanted to he would. I would let him. My armpits opened themselves to his travels. He was undressing me, when he reached my wrists he stopped. Bringing my wrists together he started to wind my top up and cuff my hands with them. I melted back into him and he caught me. Planting a kiss into the back of my arm and tightened the makeshift knot in a pinch. My heavy and drunk reflex couldn't break free from. But I was again standing on my own. He stepped closer to the bed and with his free hand grabbed the hem of the dress and opened it. Throwing me onto his bed and halfway through the dress. Like a thief he stole the cuffs from my hands before I was trapped by the dresses collar. Hands free I was now swimming on his bed trying desperately to get back to my feet. When I finally found the arms holes, I felt Sebastain's palm on my ass making a circle. Before the slap came that lifted me back to my feet.
I should be angry, I should be embarrassed. I don't let people treat me this way. He could see the raw anger in my eyes. All I could see was his pale lips and playful grin, showing a hint of teeth. He was out of arms reach and tossed me my skirt wrapped around my shirt and panties. "You have twenty minutes to finish you're hair and make-up. The guest bathroom should have your shades if your didn't bring enough. Don't go to heavy on the blush. I will be waiting in the kitchen."
Looking at myself in the mirror, my hair pinned tight in a bun which only showed a half crescent from my angle. The dress had an v-neck but was stitched with an illusion turtle neck and black lace choker. My breath and heart were still overheated from the sebastain's touch but the dress would be warm enough without the shawl covering more than my sholders. I took a step back from the halway mirror and with the change in lighting started to blend into the walls.