Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 95 - The Sorority Party - Part 01

I listen to Sebastian's alarm clock ringing. I don't need to open my eyes to know that it's 05:00 am, the time for his morning jogging.

It really impresses me that he keeps his routine during the 7 days of the week, no matter if he is in a conference out of town, on an expedition, or having a day off. His jogging time is like a vital necessity, like breathing, drinking, eating, and everything else.

I'm so drunken-state-like due to yesterday's sensations of pain and pleasure that I only feel him stretching his arm to turn the alarm clock off without moving his other arm from under my neck. And then, I feel him wrapping my waist tight against his muscular torso again.

Feeling the warmth of his body against mine and the sensation of safety it gives me, I drift off back into oblivion.

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I listen to my alarm clock ringing. It's 09:00 am now. I have to take a shower and go to the Sorority to help the girls with the décor for tonight's party. I'm sure it'll be memorable!

Sebastian is asleep on the bed with me, my back against his torso, his arms wrapping me tight, and our legs tangled under the covers.

"Strange... Is Seb sick? Or didn't I listen to him leaving and returning from his jogging?"

I try to slip away from his grip carefully to turn my alarm clock off and not wake him up.

Fruitless.

Sebastian feels my very movements and tightens his grip even more around my waist.

Sebastian: Where are you thinking you're going, little fairy?

He asks me with a raspy asleep voice.

Khawla: One, I have to turn off the alarm clock. Two, I need to pee.

Sebastian heaves a sigh and lets me go from his embrace. I lift the covers, turn off the alarm, and run to the bathroom to do my business and to take a warm shower to get ready to meet the girls at 10:00 am.

Before showering, while I'm brushing my teeth, I take time to look at my figure in the mirror. I have welts and bruises all over my body. Sebastian didn't spare any part of my skin at all. It'll be hard to find any dress for tonight's party that doesn't display any marks. But what caught my attention is the very purple-blackish mark on my breast from the extreme whipping, the one that made me cry like a baby.

"Why have I cried that much? That isn't a bad wound after all."

I shake my head from one side to another to shoo these thoughts. I have things to do instead of remembering last wild night, or I'll be horny as hell and ending up climbing Sebastian as he's a tree, and I'll be late to help the girls with the decoration and all.

I turn on the faucet and let the warm water run freely through my body. But Sebastian shows up at the door, and his eyes caress my raw skin through the box-glass.

Sebastian: You told only pee, not showering.

Sebastian has a smug smirk on his lips and comes to join me under the water. He pulls me by my waist against his muscular naked body, with his hands squeezing my butt cheeks against his pelvis. I can feel his masculinity in full attention against my lower belly.

"Well, I think I'll be late to meet the girls..."

Sebastian's lips crash into mines in a passionate and demanding kiss while his hands go even further down to help me to enlace him with my legs around his waist. He steps forward to lean my back against the wall. Although I'm sore all over my body, including my woo-ha, nevertheless, here we are again, fucking once more.