Sebastian Knight

37. Liliana

That evening, I found myself seated in the sun room, engrossed in my painting with a canvas in front of me. Sebastian, being considerate, had brought me additional paint supplies as I had run out once again. Lately, I have been overflowing with inspiration, resulting in a continuous flow of artwork.

I was so deeply immersed in my creative space that I failed to hear him calling for me. Unbeknownst to me, I hummed along to the gentle music playing in the background.

"I'm home!" his voice resonated throughout the room.

As Sebastian entered and noticed my painting, along with the soft music, he silently observed me from the doorway. His eyes filled with admiration as he witnessed the elegance of my movements, my hand gently caressing the paper, and the emergence of lines on the canvas.

"Hello, bebè," he softly spoke up.

Startled by the sound of his voice, I involuntarily jumped, biting my lip as he gingerly rubbed my shoulders.

"May I have a hug, bebè?" he asked.

Without hesitation, I dropped my paintbrush onto the easel, rising to face him. Sebastian wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tightly. I reciprocated the hug, surrendering to his embrace, cherishing his comforting cologne.

Pressing his lips to the top of my head, he released me and cleared his throat. "May I have a look at what you're working on?" he inquired.

Aware that declining his request would likely upset him, I responded, "Of course," and stepped aside to allow him a view.

The painting depicted a rather somber scene, with one person descending a cliff while another person reached out from above, attempting to rescue them. As he examined it, he hummed approvingly. Feeling uneasy, my gaze wandered to the floor, unsure of his reaction.

"And what is this?" Sebastian asked, noticing a page peeking out from beneath my sketchbook.

Caught off guard, panic filled my eyes as he retrieved the page and frowned. "Please, it's not yet finished," I pleaded.

Attempting to retrieve it, I reached for the page, but he quickly held it above his head, preventing my grasp. In my eyes, it was a stunning image—a sky brimming with birds soaring above a vivid sunset. The girl in the picture had wings and floated above the ground.

However, her wide-eyed expression conveyed fear, as someone tightly grasped her ankle, keeping her bound. "Who is this?" Sebastian inquired.

I lowered my gaze, fidgeting with my feet. "It's not finished yet," I quietly replied.

Sebastian took a deep breath, trying to maintain a steady composure. "Perhaps it would be beneficial for us to take a break from painting for a little while. It seems like it may be causing some negative thoughts to arise in your mind."

I vigorously shook my head. "I apologize, I won't paint this again. Please don't take this away from me. It is helpful to me."

Sebastian understood that it was important for me to express myself, but he didn't want me fixating on sombre thoughts, such as running away. He spoke kindly, yet firmly. "I'm sorry, my dear, but I believe we should explore other activities for the time being."

My confusion was evident as I wondered what he meant by that. He was the one who encouraged me to express myself, and I knew it wasn't fair to become angry with him. However, I couldn't help it.

"No, it's unjust!" I exclaimed, raising my voice.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and assessed the situation. He was willing to overlook this outburst, as my behaviour hadn't been this severe before. "Come now, my love. How about we read together? I have an assortment of books downstairs."

As Sebastian reached out to hold my hand, I instinctively pulled away, causing him to sigh disappointedly.

"I want to finish," I said, my anger getting the best of me.

Sebastian remained silent as he gently grasped my wrist. "I understand that you're upset, but I thought we had moved beyond these childish tantrums. Now, please come with me." But before he could guide me away, I impulsively grabbed my mug of paint water and splashed it on his face.

Startled, Sebastian stepped back, gasping as his hands instinctively rubbed his eyes. Although the water was cool and the paint diluted, the intention behind my actions wasn't lost. It was clear that he had been too lenient with me.

As he stared at me, I briefly felt a sense of triumph that quickly dissipated when I noticed his expression. Sebastian rarely became angered with me; I was usually too delicate and sweet for him to stay mad at. However, this time, his temper began to simmer and he gave me a stern look.

"You are aware of the rules, my dear."

"No, please, I apologize-" I pleaded, my voice trembling.

"If you attempt to harm me, then you will need to go into time out," he interjected firmly.

Upon hearing those words, I paled instantly and attempted to retreat, but Sebastian was swift. Shaking his head disapprovingly, he grabbed my wrist with a slightly increased force and led me upstairs, my tears starting to flow after only a few steps.

"Please don't make me go down there! I beg you!" I pleaded desperately. Ignoring my pleas, Sebastian continued to pull me towards the basement.

"I will do anything, I promise, I'll behave," I sobbed, hoping to strike a chord with him. He paused, considering his options.

Undeniably, he desired me, yearning to claim me in that moment. However, my disobedience had to be addressed, and he needed to teach me a lesson. What could he do? Ignore the fact that I had defied him and thrown water in his face?

“Anything?" He asked softly.

My sobs paused as I looked up at him, and I found the strength to speak, "Please," I begged.

Sebastian responded by taking me into the living room. He gently guided me to sit next to him on his couch, offering a comforting presence. "We'll start slow, okay?" he reassured.

I nodded, understanding the need for silence this time, not wanting to escalate his anger. He held my hand and aided me in exploring his crotch. Slowly, he revealed his semi-soft cock.

I grasped his cock with my hand, initiating a gentle rhythm, focusing on building up pleasure. Sebastian reclined, letting out moans of satisfaction. As I continued, I began to play with his balls using my other hand.

"Oh... darling," he hummed, completely lost in the sensations. After a few minutes, he decided to increase the intensity.

"On your knees!" He declared, commanding me to do so, his cock now in front of me.

With a mischievous smirk, I took hold of it and brought it into my mouth, treating it with care and sensuality. He held my head, exerting gentle pressure as I pleased him. Moans escaped his lips as he thrust into my mouth.

"Keep sucking, can you do that for me?" He guided my head, maintaining the rhythm.

To him, my actions were sheer bliss, and I skilfully used my tongue to bring him to the edge. Sebastian moaned uncontrollably, urging me to swallow his release. "Swallow for me, darling. Take every drop."

I moaned as he firmly gripped my hair, encouraging me to deep throat him, eventually releasing his load. Sebastian let his cock soften and eventually pulled it out.

He collapsed back onto the couch, basking in the aftermath of pleasure. However, as he glanced down at me still on my knees, with a blank expression, his heart sank a little.

Sebastian helped me up, seating me next to him. "Thank you, darling. Now, I'm giving you a choice."

Looking up at him, I wondered what choices awaited me. "You can go to bed and rest, or I can provide you with some pleasure as a reward for being so good."

"I want you to make me feel good, sir," I whispered, expressing my desires.

Sebastian smirked, his voice intimate as he whispered in my ear, his hand gently moving towards my breast.

I let out a low moan as his hand caressed my nipple through my shirt. "Yes, I really want you.”

He lifted me into his arms and carried me upstairs, placing me gently on his bed before proceeding to remove my pants. Sebastian delicately parted her thighs and positioned himself between them. He began by gently caressing my panties, eliciting a reaction that caused me to arch my hips towards him. Skillfully, he traced soft circles over the fabric, tormenting her with his teasing. He then secured his fingers around the waistband and gradually lowered them.

Sebastian gently inserted one finger into me. I was tight, yet sufficiently moist. He proceeded with a gentle pumping motion using one finger and eventually transitioned to two. Sensing my soft moans as an encouragement, he quickened his pace while curling his fingers inside me. I found myself panting and tightly gripping onto the bedsheets.

Observing my pleasure-filled writhing, he became aroused once again. He withdrew his fingers from me and assumed a seated position, removing his shirt and lowering his pants. Sebastian passionately kissed her as he initiated this act.

He growled against her lips, demanding, "Kiss me," as I hesitantly parted my lips, allowing his tongue to enter.

Taking advantage of my distraction with his mouth, he forcefully penetrated my soaked entrance. I moaned in pleasure, instinctively moving my head back. I wrapped my arms firmly around him, allowing my legs to encircle him. Another moan escaped me as he penetrated deeper. After overcoming the initial surprise of Sebastian's intrusion, I synchronized my movements with his rhythm.

"I'm about to-" I gasped, grunting with each thrust. "I-"

"Cum, my love. Let us reach climax together," I screamed in pleasurable ecstasy, as my inner muscles tightened around his member, pushing him over the edge into an orgasm.

He laid on top of me for a while, both of us panting and perspiring. He initiated a series of gentle kisses on my cheeks, forehead, neck, and shoulders.

"That was absolute perfection, my love."

"Thank you for not punishing me."

Sebastian nodded, a smirk forming on his face as he whispered into my ear, "Repeat this behaviour and consequences will follow."

With that, he disentangled himself from me and settled beside me. I nestled close to him, enveloped by the warmth of his body, and drifted into a restful slumber.