Sebastian Pressure X Reader Novels & Stories

“The mole reports success, sir. The psychological pressure on Finlay Kingston is taking its toll. It’s the perfect distraction. Also, our spy confirmed that Autumn fainted a few days ago.” Sebastian didn’t move. “From what?” “Pregnancy,” the subordinate uttered. “Oh? Another child.” Sebastian turned away from the window, a wide, predatory grin stretching across his face. He cupped his chin, his fingers rhythmically tapping against his skin. “What a happy occasion. We should send a congratulatory present for the new addition, don’t you think? But what would be perfect? What to get... what to get?” He mused over the words like a nursery rhyme. He rose, walking toward the glass to stare at the

I needed to look in her eyes and demand to know what I was to her. A sharp, deliberate cough sliced through my spiraling thoughts. "You don't have much time, Mr. Sebastian." My eyes snapped up from the damning papers. I let them fall from my fingers, fluttering back to the desk like a surrender. “What do you want?” The question was torn from me, my voice a ragged, guttural thing. A flash of triumph lit his face. "Thought you'd never ask." Something in me snapped. The carefully constructed control I wore like armor shattered.

And suddenly, we both fall back onto the cushions of the couch - similarly to how we started. After Sebastian pulls out of me, neither of us move. We just lay still against each other quietly, naked and damp with sweat. And a minute into listening to the rain, one of us finally speaks: "Fuck," Sebastian breathes out. **

Her eyes kept rolling back from the overwhelming pleasure. Alexander reached forward and wrapped his hand around her throat from behind, choking her lightly while he kept destroying her pussy. The pressure made everything feel more intense. Elena’s moans vibrated around Sebastian’s cock, making him groan and thrust faster. "You’re taking us so well," Sebastian praised, his voice rough. "Such a good girl letting two men use every hole." They went harder. Alexander’s thrusts became more brutal, angling his hips to hit that spot inside her that made her shake.

“You f ucktard! She’s crying.” “Is she?” Zeon peeked at me. “She’s just emotional.” “Fuck you! Get out of my building!” “We’re still talking, Man.” I quickly grabbed Sebastian’s arm when he was about to grab him by the collar. “Fine.” Zeon gave me a meaningful look before walking off. Sebastian swore under his breath , pissed, then turned to face me. “What did he do?” I shook my head quickly then looked away to wipe the tears threatening to spill again. “Nothing, Sir. Where’s that document you need me to draft?”

she shouts, her voice rising over the loud music, slamming into me with so much force, it nearly knocks the breath from my lungs. “Sebastian fucking Voss. He controls parts of the city people don’t even know exist, and he’s involved in underground shady things that’d definitely make your skin crawl. You know it’s scary enough that you were bold enough to say “No” to his face, and now, this?” “Scarlett, breathe” I place two shaky fingers on her shoulder, hiding the fact that my knees can’t hold me up anymore. Every tingling in my chest reminds me of the grave mistake I made minutes ago, but I can’t erase it.

He looked at her with his beautiful but cold eyes and said. "Yes." "How long will your project be completed? Why do you need to come here for this project?" She wanted to know what kind of project it was.....actually she wanted to know everything about him. Instead of answering her question, he said. "You know curiosity is natural but it is a very dangerous disease." "No, I'm just..... "You have opened the wrong page of your book." When Evelyn looked at the book in her lap, it was not yesterday's lecture. Sebastian was looking at her face then how did he know.

She needed to stay in control, always in control. *Sebastian* He was done with these games, after last night he knew for sure that she wanted him and that she would be willing to give in to his demands. It was time to put some pressure on her. He pulled both her hands over her head and held them down with one hand. "I am tired of this shit Amber, you will bow to my will and you will beg like a good girl". "Sebastian for fucks sake let go of me, you can't do this". She didn't really fight to get free, only her eyes were begging.

(Embry's Pov) ****** "Are you positive, you know there isn't any pressure to do this Embry" his face holding a look of concern, "I've never been as sure of anything in my life Sebastian" I whisper, my nerves burning with anticipation. "Well, let's move to somewhere a little more comfortable then" taking my hand in his he leads me to the bedroom.

I said, because it had been there since I let go of Claire's face and I had been attributing it to exhaustion. "That pressure grows with each absorption," he said. "Your mother would have taught you how to manage it, given time. Given that time appears to be a luxury we do not have—" He spread his hands. "I am here." Sebastian stood up from the table and looked at Cael with the expression I had come to recognise as his assessment face, the one he wore when he was measuring something against every variable he had available. "You came here to train her," he said.