The Limit (Sebastian Vettel)

106. The Strength Within

"What if it isn't enough?" Lily said to Seb minutes after they'd arrived in their hotel room in Miami. "Lawrence said I have to perform well in both races right? What if something goes wrong here? I'll be out, and Stoffel will be in."

"You don't know that Lily. I'm sure you've proved you deserve to stay.  You won the race!"

"I know."   Lily had had a lot of time to think on the flight over.  She'd slept for six hours but the flight had taken eighteen hours in total.  She had been going through so many different scenarios in her head. In some she stayed, in some she went. She couldn't help worrying.

She knew that she still wasn't completely right.  In the car, yes, out of it she needed something to distract her from the emotional pain she was still in.  She'd tried training harder than she'd ever trained in her life, but it hadn't worked.   Now she'd had an idea that might just help her, but she needed Seb to agree.

Seb pulled his T-shirt off and chucked it into the corner of the room.  He'd been wearing it for nearly twenty four hours, having changed into it for their flight to Miami. 

They'd stopped off for breakfast on the way from the airport and now all he wanted to do was have a shower, and then sleep.   He'd only managed a few hours on the flight as he'd once again dreamt of finding Lily laid in a pool of blood. 

Lily's tongue darted out and licked her lips as she stared at Seb's toned torso.    He was just so bloody gorgeous.   An aching, throbbing sensation began to manifest between her legs.   Should she ask him?  

"Enjoying the view?" Seb asked as he kicked his trainers off, amused by Lily blatantly eye fucking him. 

"I am indeed," Lily said confidently.  She looked up into Seb's eyes and saw they had darkened, a sure sign that he was starting to feel horny. 

"Schatz...." he began.

"I want you to hurt me," Lily blurted out before she could chicken out.

She almost laughed at the look of shock on Seb's face.   His mouth kept opening and shutting like a goldfish's. 

"What?" he finally asked. "Hurt you? Lily, I don't understand?"

"I want you to hurt me. Fuck me hard. Real hard, harder than our first time.  Lose control. Spank me, choke me.   Do whatever you want to me."

"We can make love without me hurting you Schatz."

"I know, but I want you to be rough.   I want to feel something again.  Feel something that makes me forget the pain I feel when I think about what happened.  Don't tell me you don't want to.  You told me before when you were drunk that you'd love to spank me hard."

She undid her blouse and let it fall to the floor before taking her leggings off.  She stood there in front of him in a sexy black lace bra and panties.

Seb felt his dick getting hard. She was right.  He'd always fantasised about spanking her ass until it was as red as the Ferraris they both used to drive.  He just didn't know if she was emotionally stable enough to take it. 

"Please Seb, I want this."  She sounded so sure.   His dick was rock hard now, straining against his boxers and his jeans, desperate for release. 

"Lily, are you sure you know what you're asking of me?"

They'd had rough sex before of course, but nothing on the scale of what Lily was suggesting.  He'd experimented with it before years ago with a former sexual partner, and he'd always wanted to try it again.  He had to do what was best for Lily though, not indulge in one of his own depraved sexual urges.