“Non… Pourquoi me faites-vous cela? Je n'ai rien fait de mal!” Sebastian shouted in his sleep, startling me awake and I shook him gently, my hand firmly against his chest.
“Baby? Baby wake up,” I whispered, my voice thick with sleep, “Sebastian!”
He continued to panic in his dream before he suddenly shot up, his entire body shaking as he looked wildly around the bedroom.
“Baby,” I sat up, wrapping my arms around him, “you’re okay. I promise you’re okay.”
“Oliver?” he panted, tears streaming down his face, “Oliver…”
“I’m right here,” I squeezed him as he wrapped his arms around one of mine, clinging to me, “you’re safe.”
“I… I was having a memory.”
“It was just a nightmare honey.”
“Non. A memory. Of being locked in a closet by the Sisters for something I did not do. They threw water on me and it was so cold. I got sick. I remember being sick. I was little. Five, I think? They did not care. I did nothing wrong. The priest found out and saved me. Took me to a doctor. I… Oliver I did nothing wrong,” he was crying loudly and I could feel anger and bile rise in my throat at the thought of someone treating a child that way.
“Were you the only one?”
“Non.”
“Did anyone ever tell a social worker? The police?”
“We were told that we would be beaten if we did.”
“Alright,” grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I continued to hold him as I fought down my anger and nerves of what I was about to do, “I’m gonna call someone and you’re not gonna like it but we can save all the kids that are still there if we can get evidence.”
“Who?”
“Sky,” I hit call on Skylar’s contact as Sebastian stared at me in shock.
“Hello? This is Skylar Korhonnen.”
“Sky? It’s Ollie.”
“Ol… Oliver?” Skylar stuttered, the sound of something crashing coming through the phone.
“I need your help.”
“What is it?”
I slowly told him what Sebastian had shared with me, Sebastian leaning into me the entire time, clearly angry I had called Skylar, “so I need ya to-”
“To go to France and see if I can’t find a survivor of this level of abuse, write an expose and get the police involved. I know what you’re asking of me and I’m happy to do it because that’s terrible and Sebastian didn’t deserve that. He seems like an incredible man.”
“He is. He’s my boyfriend finally. I told him uh… that I…”
“That you love him?”
“Si.”
“Still can’t say it in English?”
“Ya ruined that for me, Sky.”
“Yeah I know. Give me a few months to get this out. Tell Sebastian that I’ll need him to write a statement and email it to me and I’ll add it but hide his identity. If I don’t, you have every right to sue me. Also, I have to clean up a glass jar of milk and head to a doctor's appointment so I can see how my baby is doing so I’ll be hanging up now.”
“Wait, you're pregnant again?”
“Baby number ten. Last baby.”
“Well uh… congrats?”
“Thanks. Bye,” Skylar hung up and Sebastian climbed onto his knees, glaring at me.
“What?”
“Give me your phone.”
I immediately handed it to him and he scrolled through all of my messages, call log, emails, and finally social media, “ya don’t trust me.”
“You contacted your ex boyfriend in front of me. One who you deeply loved. I had to ensure that you were not communicating behind my back.”
“I would never do that but I don’t appreciate the lack of trust. I don’t go through your stuff,” I took my phone back and tossed it onto the night stand before laying down and turning my back to him, “Go to bed.”
“Oliver…”
“Stop.”
“Oliver, it is not that I don’t trust you. I do. More than anything. I am scared you will go back to him,” he laid down behind me, pressing his forehead to my back and I sighed, taking his hand after he wrapped it around my waist.
“I’m sorry.”
“You have been angrier lately. Why?”
“My medication needs to be changed, it ain't workin’ like it used to. That’s all. I have to take extra to feel balanced. Just ain’t had time to go to the doctor. I will when we get back to Colorado. I hate to ask this but I’ll need ya to simply ride out my emotions with me for a bit.”
“I will do anything for you. I love you.”
“I know, baby. Ti amo,” I rolled over and wrapped him gently in my arms, “how’re ya feelin’?”
“Better. But now I am wide awake.”
“What time is it?” I grabbed my phone, groaning softly, “already five. Guess we could get up.”
“Have you not noticed?” he giggled and I looked at him confused, “someone already is.”
“Huh?”
“Right here,” Sebastian gently fondled me and I jumped, my heart racing, “you are leaking, Daddy…”
“Kitten,” I whispered.
“Can I help?”
“I… yeah. Yeah baby if ya really want to.”
“Mhm,” he nodded, kissing me slowly as he slid his hand into the opening of my boxers, carefully pulling me out, “oh… you are so big daddy…”
“Am I?” I wrapped my hand tightly in his hair, my chin on the top of his head as I quietly growled.
“You make fun noises. I have never heard someone growl at me. I like it,” he teased my tip slowly with his thumb and I pulled his head back, forcing my tongue into his mouth as he dug the nails on his free hand into my chest, “ah… D… Daddy…”
“Yes baby,” I moved down to his throat, biting and sucking and he squirmed, “no one can stop me now. Not even you. From entirely covering you in marks.”
“We have a wedding to go to tomorrow I…”
“Okay I’ll put them where only I can see. Deal?”
“D… deal. You do not seem scared anymore,” he never slowed his hand, making me slick with a bit more that had leaked out.
“I refuse to allow myself to feel fear if it means I could lose ya. I won’t be scared. Can Daddy see you?”
“See me?” he looked up at me confused and I pinched his chin.
“All of ya. Take off your clothes for me.”
“Okay,” he smiled excitedly, letting go of me to climb out of bed and teasingly threw his pajama shirt onto the floor followed by the briefs he was wearing. Sebastian was entirely freckled, his alabaster skin beautiful in the subtle light from the sunrise as his light eye shone in the dark, the other nearly impossible to see.
“Gorgeous,” I whispered and he kneeled on the bed, his hands on his thighs, “let’s see… Can Daddy feel how ready you are for him?”
“Mhm,” he nodded, spreading his legs slowly as he stayed on his knees and I reached over, gently touching him, “oh… your hands are so rough,” he tilted his head back, his eyes rolling.
“Fuck… Kitten you… you are so sexy,” I groaned, “and really tight. Daddy will hurt you…”
“I can take pain.”
“I know ya can. I’ve seen that already,” I laughed breathlessly as he tightened slowly around my finger, “close?”
“More than you could even… even believe,” he whimpered, grabbing my wrist, “please… no…”
“Why not baby?”
“I won’t be able to stop myself.”
“I don’t want ya to,” I leaned over and nipped his thigh, moving his hand away before starting again, “you will release as many times as I want ya to this morning. Do ya understand? I don’t care if I leave ya a shaky, sweaty, unrecognizable mess you will continue until I’m satisfied.”
“Oui.”
“Ah. What do ya call me?”
“Oui Monsieur,” he smiled, reaching back to grip his ankles and I hooked my finger just a little, startling him, “Oh putain! Putain d'Oliver, je... Je viens... ne t'arrête pas.”
“There we go,” I whispered, licking his thigh softly, “now be a good boy and don’t stop okay? Make a mess of Daddy.”
“I will,” he panted before moaning loudly and I smiled, watching every expression that flitted across his face, “oh Daddy…”
“Do ya need somethin’ different baby?”
“You are in charge.”
“Damn right I am but I will listen to what my baby needs from me. So tell Daddy what he can do for you.”
“Utilisez votre langue,” he pointed to his mouth and I gently pushed him onto his back, kissing along his chest agonizingly slowly, my hands never staying in one place for long as I made my way down his body, coming to stop just below his hip bones.
“It’s been so long,” I teased him gently with my thumb and before he could buck his hips I used my free arm to pin him down, “no no. Sit still.”
“I can’t help it if I move.”
“Are ya talkin’ back to me?” I looked up at him and he nodded, mischief in his eyes, “well now. I think Daddy deserves better than that baby boy,” I flipped him onto his stomach, spanking him hard before suddenly burying my face where he had asked, Sebastian letting out a startled yelp before screams and moans came from him, his hips rocking clearly out of his control and everytime he moved I spanked him again, “you really like learnin’ this lesson baby,” I panted, feeling intoxicated from the taste and smell of him, “I’m not stopping until you can learn to stop moving.”
Sebastian never replied, his entire body taut and I realized that I had effectively brought him to the edge and then stopped, “Daddy please… number four…”
“Already at four? I don’t even know what I’m doing baby,” I laughed, spreading him a little and going back to what had brought him to this point.
“Daddy… Daddy… oui... putain ta langue est si bonne à l'intérieur de moi... Je la veux tout le temps…” he was whispering in French, my name mixed in with calls of Daddy and yes and I couldn’t hold back my smile at how clearly good I was making him feel.
“There we go,” I marked his thigh in multiple places as he tried to catch his breath, “I think six is plenty.”
“But I want…”
“What is it you want?”
“More.”
“Yeah? I can do that,” I moved up on the bed slowly, pushing his thighs apart and settled just outside of his opening, pressing lightly against him as I laid on his back, taking both of his hands in mine, “how do ya want it?”
“Soft… slow…”
“Ah. You want me to make love to you?” I whispered softly in his ear, running my thumbs along the back of his hands, “nice and slow. Passionate.”
“Oui. Please, Daddy… no one ever has. I do not know what it feels like.”
Everything inside me froze for a moment and I softly kissed his cheek, trying to ignore the feeling in my chest that no one had bothered to cherish Sebastian as he deserved.
“Of course, baby. Anything for you.”
We shifted positions, my back against the headboard as he straddled me, gently rubbing himself against me, our lips finding each other in the near darkness as we slowly kissed. The darkness in the room, the slight ability to see each other had heightened every other sense I had and I cherished being able to feel him underneath my hands.
“Are ya sure ya want me? To be with me for the rest of time? If I actually give myself to ya after sharing what we have… that’s it. You’re not allowed to leave me,” I whispered, rubbing his cheek gently.
“Yes. I want you. Always,” he kissed me gently and before I could say anything else, I was met with warmth. Shocking, overwhelming warmth that flooded through me, my arms moving to wrap around his waist, “I was… not prepared to feel you so deep,” he panted softly, burying his face into the side of my neck.
“Me either,” I laughed breathlessly, letting my head fall back against the wall.
Sebastian and I finally became one, first starting out slow, just a simple roll of his hips or bounce before moving further through it, my hips snapping up in time with him coming back down, growls and grunts escaping me as he moaned, talking in rapid french the entire time. He continually pulled my hair, using it to hold on as I bit and licked every inch of him I could reach, my hips never slowing.
“I love you,” he moaned loudly, tightening around me.
“Oh ti amo, baby. So much,” I panted, pulling him flush against me and making him cry out, “close. I… I am so fuckin’ close.”
“Inside. Do it… do it inside,” he sloppily kissed me, hands tight in my hair and I nodded, meeting every move of his tongue with my own.
“Th… there we… oh shit…” I slammed hard and fast, gripping the nape of his neck as Sebastian simply held onto me, a wicked smile on his face as his eyes rolled back once again and I finally spilled over with a loud growl, never slowing as I pushed him onto his back, Sebastian startled as I continued on, my face buried into the side of his neck, “ya don’t know this about Daddy yet but you’re about to learn that my stamina is insane. Ya ain’t go anywhere anytime soon. Okay?”
“Thank God,” he panted, “never stop. Fuck the winery. Let’s stay here all day.”
“Bas,” I laughed, still buried inside, using the conversation as a small break, “we can’t just ditch everyone like that.”
“Ugh,” he grumbled, rubbing my cheek and I gently nuzzled his palm, “fine. But I want it when we get back.”
“Ya can have me whenever you want,” I smiled, kissing him softly before I began rocking my hips again, “sorry that the first time wasn’t as gentle and slow as ya wanted. I ain’t done this in a long time. But now… I can make it as passionate as I can. You’ll feel exactly how much I care and l… lo… love you without words. I promise baby.”
“You said it in English,” he whispered, a small smile creeping onto his face.
“I did.”
“Say it again.”
Taking a shaky breath, I slowly kissed him, my hand coming to rest against his throat as I used my other to hook his leg around my back, “I love you, Sebastian Aubert.”
“As I love you, Oliver Hope,” he rubbed his nose with mine before his back arched when I began to move my hips slowly, rocking his body in time with mine, “Je ne me suis jamais sentie aussi bien de ma vie. You feel incredible.”
“Oh so do you baby,” I bit his lip softly, “the best I have ever felt. The best I have ever had. Because it’s emotional. Not just physical.”
“Oui,” he entirely wrapped himself around me and I held him back, never speeding up, simply providing movement and pressure with whispered words of affection and care, “Jesus… I…”
“Making a mess of me like I asked,” a breathless laugh escaped me as I gently bit his ear, “such a good boy. Who does it belong to?”
“You, Daddy.”
“All of you belongs to me. As I belong to you.”
“Oui Monsieur.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, “god I love when you call me that. You’re so good… so good to me, Sebastian. I’ve heard you call for me in your dreams. The way you moan. It drove me insane. I wanted to move… move your briefs away and simply bury myself into you so many… so many times. Just to feel the way you would tighten around me.”
“Wake me up that way,” he kissed me deeply, “you can have me when you want me. I want to fall asleep with you inside me and wake up to you doing… well this.”
“Dirty boy. Such a dirty boy,” I squeezed his throat and he smiled, sticking his tongue out a bit and letting me catch it with my teeth gently.
“Do you like it?”
“Oh baby,” I snapped my hips and he roughly scratched my back, tears in his eyes, “oh I love it.”
“Oliver, wait there… something hurts,” he shoved at my chest and I immediately froze, “don’t move for a moment.”
“What could it be? I made sure you were relaxed.”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged and I gently moved my hips again, “it’s better now. I think it is because it has been so long. That is all. Now continue on until we absolutely have to leave for the stupid winery.”
“You are perfect,” I laughed, kissing him with a smile, “always. Everyday I want this. Just like this.”
“Me too,” he whispered and we continued on clear until early afternoon, both of us covered in scratches and love marks by the time we were done.
I love you, Sebastian.
You’re the best thing that happened to me.
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