Chapter 1: Prologue 1
Niah (5 years ago)
The moon hung full and heavy in the sky, bathing me in ethereal silver light. Sitting on the beach chair at this time was truly surreal. Listening to the waves lapping at the shore, I observed the group of men playing handball. I had tried them all well except the ones that are dominant of course—experienced subs, eager to please—but they never quite fit my needs. My methods aren’t pretty, and I knew they couldn't satisfy me. Well, I had tried them all except for him. Sebastian. I had my eyes on him for quite some time.
The slight issue was, I couldn't quite catch his aura unlike others, though I did have a doubt that he was a switch.
Sebastian had tousled raven hair, intense grey-blue eyes that seemed to pierce me whenever our eyes met, and a lean physique. I have seen him working out in the hotel gym, the sweat trickling down his chest and the way his biceps flex when he lifts. The view had excited me and made me even more insatiably hungry to put my marks on him, to see how truly submissive he can be.
"Are you coming?" Sebastian shouted. With a devilish grin, I stood up and treaded towards him, swaying my hips for added effect. This was our third dinner date, though I could see how this night would truly end.
I knew it would lead to something sexual and I was more than ready to take charge. My heart fluttered as I approached him. Tonight, I will have him how I want and he will submit.
We arrived at the hotel restaurant, the scent of fresh bread and spices enveloping us. Our table sat in the far corner of the dimly lit room giving us space and privacy with the perfect view of the ocean through the glass wall.
The candles were already arranged with two glasses and a bottle of expensive red wine resting on it. Fuck, he was making it difficult for me to keep him as only one-night stand.
We sat down and Sebastian retrieved a lighter from his pocket, lighting up all the candles and forcing a small smile to my lips. The candlelight flickered and danced on his face, making him appear sharper somehow, adding to his look. He was looking ethereal, truly. The way his eyes were shinning and transforming into deep blues as the moonlight filtered through the glass wall beside us was making my breath hitch. I think my knees would have buckled if not for the chair keeping me seated.
"You are magnificent, Niah," he said in his husky voice.
Fuck him
And you’re looking like the perfect dinner I’d have.
“You look quite good yourself”
“Only quite good?” He scratched the back of his neck before leaning a little forward, “Well maybe, after all with a view like in front of me, I can’t help but feel a bit outshined”
I raised my right brow feeling a strange warmth passing through my heart, "You should control that pretty mouth of yours if you actually want to have dinner."
He chuckled but complied as the server placed our dishes in front of us, the aroma of garlic and herbs wafting through the air, heightening my senses.
"Do you have plans tomorrow?"
"Depends," I shrugged, narrowing my eyes, feigning indifference.
"Well, if you want you can join me for scuba diving."
"I'd love to. Anyway, it’s fucking hot here"
He set his fork down, leaning towards me, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Right, truly hot."
With a casual ease, he opened the top button of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular and veiny forearms—forearms I knew would look pretty good holding the headboard for dear life.
I looked up into his eyes, only to find a smirk plastered on his lips, his gaze flickering to my lips before meeting my eyes again. My heart raced and I clenched my fork tighter, shoving the pasta into my mouth before it decided to work on its own.
"You know what? You're right. The weather is killing me." I removed my black poncho, letting it rest comfortably over my lap revealing the black bikini I was wearing.
A series of coughs made me smirk as I watched the man seated in front of me gulp his glass of water like a desert nomad.
"Like what you see?"
"You are fucking killing me," he replied, his eyes darkening and blending with the night.
I tilted my head to the right, exposing the tattoo on the left side of my neck, pretending to think. "Well, I didn't do anything."
He leaned back, feigning a dejected expression. "You know what? I think today is the hottest day of this year."
With that, he swiftly discarded his shirt, the fabric slipping from his shoulders to reveal his toned torso. I clenched my jaw, a mix of admiration and irritation flooding my senses. Fucker.
I tried to focus on my plate, but my gaze betrayed me, drawn to the way his muscles shifted with every movement. I tried to maintain my composure, forcing myself to take another bite of pasta, but my appetite waned. Well, for the food in the plate at least.
“To tell you the truth,” he said, his voice low and raspy, “I really want to devour that tattoo of yours, gliding my tongue across it before giving feather-light kisses and then sucking—”
I jerk upwards on my feet, gritting my jaw, "Let's get out before I impulsively remove your last piece of clothing." I whispered, grasping his hand firmly.
Sebastian's eyes flashed with interest, a mix of hunger and excitement darkening his gaze as I led him toward my suite. In the lift, he hastily put his shirt back on, leaving it untucked and wrinkled. I didn’t even know why he bothered; it would eventually be thrown off again.
“Why bother with the shirt?” I snickered, leaning against the elevator wall, crossing my arms. “It’s just going to end up on the floor anyway.”
He turned to me, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “Maybe I like to keep you guessing.”
“Guessing, huh?” I rolled my eyes, my voice dripping with mockery. “You didn’t leave much to the imagination, anyway.”
As the elevator doors opened, I pulled him into the hallway, “You are stronger than you look.”
Oh, you have no idea what am I truly capable of.
I chuckled, “Looks can be deceiving, Sebastian. You might want to remember that.”
Once inside, I closed the door behind us, the soft click echoing in the otherwise quiet room. The sensors activated, switching on the lights as I moved forward, “Now, where were we---”
His sentence was cut short when I pushed him against the wall and kissed him hard, nipping at his lower teeth, my tongue delved into his mouth tasting the red wine mixed with something minty. My hands found his chest, and I tugged at his shirt, exposing his muscled torso to the cool air.
He responded instinctively, pressing himself against me, and I felt him harden as I ground against him. A low groan leaving his lips, sending shivers of excitement down my spine.
“God, Niah,” he murmured between kisses, his hands gripping my waist, flushing me against him. “You’re relentless.”
“Only when I’m tempted,” I replied breathlessly, pulling back just enough to look into his almost black eyes, corrupted in the fog of desire. “And right now, you’re my biggest temptation.”
My fingers travelled his half naked chest downwards, stopping on top of his hardened member, pressing and rubbing over his pants. He jerked beneath my lips, a rumble of satisfaction growling in my chest. I could feel the anticipation pulsing in my veins as my heart pounded against my ribs.
With a deep sigh, I left him, smirking at his hard dick, "The hell, Niah." He grunts before moving towards me, "Stand still, Sebastian." I commanded, no ounce of warmth in my voice.
He froze at my command, his chest heaving as he tried to steady his breath and jaw clenched tight enough to break his teeth. I watched the struggle flicker in his darkened eyes. For a moment, I could almost see the defiance in him. He wanted to fight for control, to flip the roles between us. But he didn’t.
Good boy
I smiled to myself as I took a step back, admiring his slightly sweaty but hardened form.
The corner of my mouth curled. “That’s better,” I whispered, dragging a finger down his chest, tracing the faint lines of muscle. His skin was warm under my touch, twitching with each glide of my fingers. I stopped just above the waistband of his pants, watching the tension coil tighter in his body like a spring ready to snap.
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "Niah..." he rasped, his voice strained, thick with need.
I tilted my head, savouring the way his name sounded like a plea on his tongue. "What is it, Sebastian? Already desperate?"
His nostrils flared, and he clenched his fist as if to hold himself together. I could see it—the conflict between his usual cool confidence and the unfamiliar territory I was leading him into. But I wasn’t done with him yet.
I trailed my finger along the waistband of his pants, teasing just enough to make him anticipate. "You’ve never been on this side before, have you?" I whispered, my breath fanning against his ear. "You’ve always been the one in control."
A low, involuntary sound escaped his throat—a sound that made my core tighten with satisfaction.
"No..." he admitted, voice barely above a whisper, his body rigid under my touch.
A wave of triumph surged through me. There it is.
"Then let me teach you." My voice came out as a seductive purr. His pupils dilated as I leaned in, brushing my lips along the line of his jaw, feeling the tension vibrating through him. "If you can handle it."
His breath hitched, and I saw it—the flicker of uncertainty but curiosity blooming in those deep, desire-drunk eyes. "I want to," he murmured, his voice unsteady thick with hunger and need. As if he knew, if he denied, there will be nothing, no me and no sex.
"Good." I pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze, my thumb stroking slowly over the bulge in his pants. "But first, you’ll follow my rules."
He nodded, his lips parted with shallow breaths.
"Words, Sebastian," I whispered, squeezing gently. "I want to hear you say it."
“Fuck.. Yes," he exhaled, barely a whisper. "I’ll.. I’ll follow it."
A satisfied smirk spread across my face. Perfect.
"That’s what I wanted to hear."
I took a step back, keeping my eyes locked on his as I crossed the room slowly, making my way to the bed. "Take out your dick… through the zipper." I ordered, my voice cool and composed. "I want to see what I have to tame."