Chapter 3

TARA'S POV

“I'll pay well, don't be shy,” I said trying to coax him as I leaned in closer.

He didn't react or respond. Simply watched. Maybe they were told not to talk much so they don't piss off their customers.

I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him towards the reception counter. He had a steady balance.

“My room card,” I said to the receptionist. It was a guy. My vision was still blurry, but I could see the look in his eyes go from confusion to fear.

“Room ….card?” He asked, his voice shaking as he passed me a weird glance. I nodded and that made the ground move again.

“Mmhmm,”

“Ma'am, do you …know who you are wi…”

I frowned.

“Of course, he is my ….” I trailed not wanting anyone to know I had ordered a callboy.

“Just give me the card,” I added impatiently. I didn't know what gave me the boldness. Heartbreak or vodka.

The receptionist choked, glanced at the man beside me then back at me, his hands trembling.

My pupils narrowed at his reaction and I leaned closer to him, clicked my tongue and leaned away from the counter, falling into the arms of the man.

His chest was rock hard, his shoulder broad enough to contain me. I could swear he was ripped beneath that shirt.

I rubbed my eyes and I turned to look at him.

His dressing. Wasn't it too much for a call boy?

What was the point of wearing a black shirt and a tie if he wouldn't need it soon.

I shook my head, it must be his first time.

“You dress too much,” I mumbled, inhaling his scent.

“Mhm,” he mumbled and his chest rumbled.

I snapped my head up, stared at his face, his jaw was perfectly chiseled, his eyes were sharp but I could see something flash in his eyes.

I blinked, then returned my gaze to the receptionist who was still trembling while searching for the card.

He finally got a card and handed it to me. “Here ..you go ma'am,” his voice cracked.

I smiled, snatched the card and led the way up, pulling the callboy by his tie.

We entered the room, locking it safely. I pulled him towards the couch and made him sit. He didn't resist, just stared at me.

“You don't have to be shy, I will take good care of you,” I said, running my fingers through his button line, and he chuckled.

It was like a hum as I felt his chest vibrate on my palm.

“Really? How do you intend to do that?” he whispered, voice low as he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer.

I frowned. Confused.

I didn't know callboys were bold. I thought they were usually shy and did what they were asked to do. I shook my head, brushing the thought away.

“What…is your name?”

“Sebastian Hale.”

I tilted my head sideways, then back straight. He had a cute name.

“Mhm, nice,” I whispered.

He smirked.

I leaned in closer, my breath grazed his neck, he smelt like musk, soothing yet claiming.

I kissed his neck nibbling. He groaned, slipped his hands under my butt and lifted me up.

My eyes widened. Shock flickering over my face.

“You asked me to be good. I am good,” he said with a sly smile but it didn't sound innocent.

It didn't sound like he was ready to obey me. It sounded like he was taunting me.

I gulped but didn't back away, instead I wrapped my arm around his neck as he stood up, carrying me, gaze fixed on me.

He placed me on the bed, hovering above me.

“Tell me. How do you intend to take care of me?”

My mind went blank for a while.

I had money so I could pay him well.

“You …don't need to worry about money, I'll pay well,” I said and I could swear I saw his expression shift from anticipation to amusement.

I brushed it away, forced my body up, pulled his neck down and pressed my lips on his.

He didn't resist. Didn't pull me away, instead he leaned closer, slid his tongue into my mouth, hands in my hair as he dominated the kiss.

Heat instantly flooded my body as his palm grabbed my waist.

The kiss wasn't rushed. It was slow, sensual and deliberate.

I felt heat trail from my head down to my shoulder then spread towards my entire body until it pooled at my clit.

I moaned against his lips and he pulled back, letting me breathe.

I was panting, gaze still fixed on him as he reached for his tie and slowly undid it. I noticed his fingers, they were long, firm and dominating. Not the kind of hand a callboy will have.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt. The first button went down and I could see his neck. My breath caught in my throat.

The second… the third, the fourth.

I swallowed, eyes not leaving his body. Then I realised, I had been staring intensely.

He smirked, unbuttoned the last one and slowly pulled it away, baring his abs to me.

I blinked, mouth watering.

He looked like he had been carved out of a stone. Defined abs with a thin waist. He reached for my hand and guided it to his chest.

“Feel it,” he said.

It wasn't a request but I obeyed. My hands traced his chest down to his waist, then to his belt.

My breathing became shallow as I caught sight of his bulge, huge and ….hard. My cheeks went bright red.

“You can't back down now,” he said and leaned closer, kissed my forehead, warm and soft, then my neck.

I moaned softly.

His hands slipped under my cloth and with a flick, he unhooked my bra.

My breast bounced. Full, round. I heard him gulp hard. His eyes burning with the kind of hunger I had never seen in Daniel’s eyes.

He kissed my chest then licked down to my left nipple.

“Ugh..” I moaned, low, needy as I felt a throbbing sensation between my legs.

“Please,” I begged.

He pulled at my gown and it slipped away. Easy.

My body was exposed, fair skin with faint scars that were almost invisible. I saw the look in his eyes, that was nothing professional, it was pure hunger.

He grabbed one boob, massaging slowly while his lips claimed the other.

The wet feeling made a low moan escape my lips as my body shivered from the tingling sensation.

“Please….”

“Say it,” he demanded and I swallowed, lips parted as he suckled harder on my right boob.

I'd never felt this way. Whatever he was doing to my body. It was different.

“I need ….my legs…” I trailed as his teeth grazed my nipple.

I shuddered, breathing heavily as I grabbed his hair, hard and firm.

He groaned. “Tell me what you want,” he said again.

This time his voice was laced with authority.

“You,” the words slipped out of my lips.

His left hands trailed from my breast then slipped into my panties, reaching for my folds.

I held my breath in anticipation, mouth watering from the way my body responded to his gestures.

“Make me forget…everything,” I breathed.

Since it was this once, I wanted it to be a memorable moment of rebellion.

Forget everything and everybody.

His fingers slid into my folds and I hissed, back arching as I moved my hips down to feel him more.

His finger slid in deeper, then he pulled out and thrust in again but this time, it was two fingers.

I moaned, snapped my eyes shut, lips pressed together as heat flooded to my legs.

“Please ….” I begged again.

I didn't know exactly why I begged. Maybe because I wanted more or because I wanted him to stop teasing me.

“Say my name,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

Laced with restraint. I snapped my eyes open, only to find him staring at me, his eyes wide open with a gaze that spoke more than any words could.

“Sebastian…” I breathed as he thrust in and out, fast, controlled.

“Argh…”I moaned, my brain going fuzzy.

I raised my hips, trying to get him to go deeper. He groaned. A low guttural sound that made my heart leap out of my chest.

“Careful.. I'm trying to control myself,” he said… nothing like the callboy I had imagined.

“Don't,” the words slipped.

He paused.

Totally.

His eyes swept over my body and locked onto my eyes. I was breathing heavily.

A total mess before him. He… was calm, his bulge visible through his pants.

“You asked for this,” he said, like a warning. Like a promise.

My heart skipped a beat as he grabbed my legs and yanked me closer to him.