Filthy Game of the Rich

A Dangerous Game

After ensuring the stability of Mailee's pregnancy, Victoria wasted no time in making arrangements for Mailee to begin yoga that very day. It was just like Victoria to move quickly, efficiently, and always with a plan. Sebastian, however, was more concerned with making sure Mailee was comfortable. After sending Victoria off to her short getaway, he returned home for dinner with Mailee, as he had done every night. Their dinners had become a quiet ritual, an intimate space where Sebastian could show his concern and make small talk with her.

"How are you feeling today?" Sebastian asked, his eyes studying her over the rim of his wine glass.

"I'm doing fine, thank you," Mailee replied softly, smiling at him. "The yoga is helping a bit with the soreness."

"That's good to hear," Sebastian said, nodding. "If there's anything more you need, don't hesitate to ask."

After dinner, Mailee mentioned that she was feeling a bit tired and planned to retreat to her room soon after watching a bit of television. Sebastian nodded and watched her as she moved around the room, noticing the subtle changes in her body. He excused himself, returning to his room to prepare something for her. He dressed in loose pyjamas, the kind with a button-up top, and then went to the kitchen to warm a glass of milk for her.

When he knocked on Mailee's door, there was no answer. He pushed it open slightly and found her in the process of changing into her nightgown. The sight of her took his breath away—she was wearing a lacy silk panty underneath, and her nightgown, while modest, clung to her curves in a way that was anything but. Her fuller breasts, now a shade darker at the nipples, were visible through the thin fabric. Her baby bump was more pronounced, and somehow, that made her even more alluring.

Mailee froze when she realized he was watching her. She didn't know what to think or feel anymore. But deep down, she knew tonight was going to be different.

"Sebastian..." she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

Sebastian stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. His eyes never left her as he walked toward her, the glass of warm milk forgotten in his hand. He set it down on the nightstand, then gently guided her toward the bed.

"Lie down, Mailee," he said softly, his voice low and intimate.

Mailee held her breath as she complied, lying back on the bed. Her heart pounded in her chest as Sebastian knelt beside her, his hands moving over her body with a tenderness that was at odds with the fire she saw in his eyes.

"I'm going to make you comfortable," Sebastian murmured, his lips brushing her ear. He began to massage her, starting with her shoulders and working his way down, kneading the tension out of her muscles. His hands were firm but gentle, and Mailee felt her body responding to his touch in ways she hadn't expected. When he reached her legs, he began to stretch them gently, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Mailee's breath hitched as he moved closer, his lips tracing a path down her neck. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and it sent shivers down her spine. His hands roamed freely, caressing her growing belly, then sliding beneath the lace of her panties to tease her clit. Her body reacted instantly, arching into his touch. She wasn't even aware that she was giving him all the signs he needed.

Sebastian kissed her pregnant belly, his lips lingering on the taut skin. "You're so beautiful, Mailee," he whispered against her skin. His voice was rough with desire, and she could feel the tension in his body as he struggled to control himself.

After what felt like an eternity of teasing, Mailee could no longer hold back the need building inside her. She wanted him, needed him in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"Sebastian," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing?"

"Making you comfortable," he replied, his hand slipping under her nightgown to caress her belly. "Preparing your birth canal for the easy descent of my baby boy."

Mailee moaned softly, the pleasure overwhelming her. She had never felt anything like this before—so intense, so raw. "I think I'm ready," she said, her voice trembling with both fear and anticipation.

Sebastian smiled down at her, his fingers brushing over her nipple while his other hand slid lower, between her legs. He inserted one finger into her, feeling the tightness, the wetness. She gasped at the sensation, her body clenching around him.

"You're so tight," Sebastian murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So wet."

Mailee's breath came in short, desperate gasps as he began to move his finger inside her, slowly, deliberately. The sensations were too much, too overwhelming, and she felt herself being drawn into a world of pleasure she had never known existed. She was no longer the innocent girl who had signed a contract to carry a child for a wealthy couple. Now, she was a woman, caught up in a dangerous game of desire and power, and she was more than willing to play.

Mailee's body was trembling with sensitivity after all the foreplay, her clitoris now swollen and exposed, prominent and inviting. The way Sebastian touched her only heightened the intensity, pushing her further into a state of desperate need.

Sebastian leaned in, his tongue flicking over her clitoris, and Mailee gasped as waves of pleasure washed over her. "You taste different from Victoria," he murmured against her, his voice thick with desire.

Mailee's heart pounded, the implications of his words sinking in. A surge of boldness overtook her as she looked down at him, a plan forming in her mind. She needed to secure her place, to have an edge over Victoria. Gathering all her courage, she whispered, "Then make me yours, Sebastian. I want to belong to you."

The invitation hung in the air, charged with a dangerous tension. Mailee knew what she was doing—what she was risking. But as Sebastian's eyes darkened with lust, she realized she wanted this more than she had ever wanted anything. She wanted to be more than just the surrogate; she wanted to claim her place in his life.