Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband

Chapter 59

BLAIRE

Exhausted from arguing with Sebastian all day, I quickly drifted into a deep sleep on the soft bed. The room, once filled with tension, became a peaceful haven. My heavy eyelids succumbed to the calming pull of sleep, and the comfortable mattress seemed to ease away the day's stress.

In the gentle embrace of sleep, I let go of the day's troubles. The soft bed cradled me, offering comfort and restoration.

A few hours passed when my deep slumber was quickly halted as I suddenly felt a strong and warm arm wrapped around my waist. I immediately came to my senses when I remembered that I wasn't wearing anything beneath the thick sheet.

I gasped for air when I felt his hand cupping my right breast. I tried to stay still and continue pretending to be asleep. But I'm not sure how long I will be able to go along with this act. I gulped when he started massaging my chest. My whole body stiffened when I felt his hot breath brushing against my nape. I started to panic when his hand slowly traveled down to my belly. I know it won't take long before he reaches the most intimate part of my body.

"Breathe, Blaire," he whispered against my ear.

I wasn't aware that I had been holding back my breath as I anticipated his hand meeting the treasure in between my legs.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

"Sebastian..." I uttered his name in a faint attempt of defiance. It's the only thing that came out of my mouth when I finally had the courage to speak. I wanted you to stop me, but who am I kidding? I'm a slave to his touch. I don't even own my body. If people were to be aware of every decision I made involving Sebastian, they wouldn't hesitate to call me stupid. But what can I do when my heart beats for him despite every pain that he causes me?

"Sssshhh, stop thinking, Blaire. Aren't we agreeing to forget everything that happened in the past while we're here?"

"B-But..."

"Just say no, Blaire. All you have to say is no, and I'll stop it this instance," he whispered again.

I swallowed the invicible lump in my throat. Who am I kidding? If I reject him now, he'll always find a way to get whatever he wants. If this is what he wants, then I'll give it to him to his satisfaction until he finally grows tired of me.

I stayed silent, which gives him the consent he needs to be able to continue what he's about to do. His hand continued to move from my belly down to the center of my femininity.

"Aaahhh..." I gasped for air when his fingers finally landed on top of my pants. My throat suddenly felt dry as he proceeded to explore every inch of my exposed center.

It feels like he wasn't content with merely touching the top part of my femininity. He deliberately put his thigh in between my legs to separate them until I'm finally exposed. I felt the cold air brushing against my center. He didn't waste another minute. He uses that opportunity to fully claim my wet and hot pants.

My mouth opened widely when his fingers started taunting my entrance, rubbing it against my slit but not fully entering into my core. I was starting to grow impatient as his teasing made me crave more. He moved his thigh and opened my legs wider to give him full access to my center. That's when he started inserting his finger inside me, causing my body to shiver in too much panic.

"Aaahhh...fck!" I moaned loudly as he continued to thrust his finger inside me. I bit my lower lip, trying to silence my moan.

In a hushed whisper, he urged, "Moan for me, love." The atmosphere in the cabin shifted, consumed by the symphony of our shared desires, as he skillfully increased his pace.

The once-muted space resonated with the crescendo of passion, my moans intertwining with the subtle sounds of pleasure. His fingers, adept in their movements, continued to explore, igniting sensations that reverberated through every inch of my being. I surrendered to the rising tide of ecstasy, my body responding to the rhythm he orchestrated.

As my back arched in response to his touch, he traced a tantalizing path with his tongue, leaving a trail of heightened sensations. The warmth of his mouth on my shoulder sent shivers down my spine, and when he succumbed to the temptation of my neck, a soft gasp escaped my lips. The cabin, once a quiet refuge, now echoed with the intoxicating sounds of intimacy.

Satisfied with his mark, he lingered, his sinful tongue teasing the territory he had claimed. The deliberate playfulness left an undeniable mark on my skin, a visible testament to the shared passion that unfolded within the cabin's walls. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, encapsulating the intensity of our connection and the unspoken language of desire that wove through the intimate encounter.

As if I were under his spell, I started moaning so loudly that he awakened the monster sleeping beneath the ocean below us. I let out all my desires and filled the whole cabin with nothing but my moans of pleasure as he continued to blissfully caress my center. "It's your last chance to say no, Blaire," he whispered as if it were his last warning.

But I continue to stay silent. I was afraid to admit that I crave his warmth as much as he does, but at the same time, I don't want to say no to him. I know I want this more than anything.

"Very well then..." I can feel his triumphant smile against my neck when I don't say anything. It didn't take long before he positioned huge, hard members in between my legs.

I can feel the tip of his claw rubbing against my entrance, taunting me and making me crave more. The warmth of our skin brushing against each other in the rhythm of desire brings a jolt of electricity throughout my body. I clenched the edge of my pillow, stopping myself from asking him to stop teasing me and start filling my insides. I don't want him to know how I wanted this, just like he said.

But it seems like he has no intention of putting it inside me any sooner. It was as if he enjoyed teasing and deliberately driving me to my edge until I finally lost my mind and begged him to take me.

"Tell me what you want me to do, baby," he whispered seductively, confirming my suspicion. "Say it. I want to hear it from you," he added.

"Aaahhh...please," I pleaded, but that wasn't enough for me.

"You have to be specific, baby. Tell me what you want," he said as he continued to rub the tip of his shaft against my entrance.

"Ooohhh...please...S-Sebastian...

"I love it when you moan my name, love. But that's not what I'm asking you," he said, pressing his mischievous grin against my neck. "Say it," he ordered.

"Ooohhh...fck me, please." That's what he was waiting for. He didn't even let me finish my sentence as he forcefully entered my cave. "Aaaaahhh...fck!" I screamed in pleasure the moment I felt him filling my insides. He then started thrusting in and out of my wet pants. He was slamming his whole shaft so deep into my core that it's almost hitting me in all the right spots.

His grip on my leg tightened, eliminating any pretense of modesty. My attempts to suppress a moan were betrayed by the involuntary bite of my lip. Despite the seclusion of the cabin, a lingering fear of being overheard fueled my hesitancy to vocalize the pleasure surging through me.

Sebastian, attuned to my struggle for silence, took matters into his own hands-literally. He shifted his touch, diverting his hand towards my mouth and parting my lips with a determined insistence. A jolt of anticipation raced through me as his fingers explored this new territory, breaching the boundaries of both inhibition and expectation.

Uncertain of how to respond, a primal instinct within me took over. Without a second thought, I began to suck on his fingers, my tongue dancing with an uninhibited fervor. The taste of my own essence mingled with the intimate exchange, creating a heady concoction that stirred an even more fervent desire within me.

As I continued to explore this uncharted territory, my senses heightened. The cabin, once a haven of silence, now bore witness to the unabashed exploration of desire-a symphony of moans and the wet sounds of intimate exchange. In this clandestine dance, boundaries blurred, and the air crackled with an unspoken understanding of shared vulnerability.

Sebastian's voice, laced with pleasure, reverberated through the cabin. "Aaaahhh...still fcking tight!" he moaned, his words a testament to the intensity of our shared experience. His rhythmic thrusts continued, each movement a symphony of desire that echoed in the intimate confines of the room.

My own response was a muted gasp, unable to articulate words as the sensations overwhelmed me. The air seemed charged with electricity, the only sounds punctuating the silence being our shared moans and the rhythmic symphony of our bodies merging in the heat of passion.

In the midst of the fervor, Sebastian's voice broke through the hazy ecstasy. "You like that?" he whispered, a teasing edge to his words. His hands, exploring every contour of my body, added another layer to the intoxicating dance of desire.

I struggled to find words amid the whirlwind of sensations. "Y-Yes...aaahhh," I managed to gasp-a breathless affirmation that seemed to fuel his ardor. The intensity of our connection transcended the physical act, creating a dialogue of desire that unfolded in the shared language of pleasure.

Sebastian, driven by the rising tide of passion, continued to speak in hushed tones. "You're mine. All mine," he murmured, his words a seductive caress against the canvas of our intimacy.

To my surprise, he then started moving slowly, teasing me and deliberately taunting me to ask for more.

"N-No...d-don't...please," I pleaded with him, as my body was almost at its peak. I needed him to increase his pace, not slow down. I wanted him to move faster, harder, and deeper.

Sebastian, his breath hot against my ear, continued to weave a tapestry of desire with his words. "Tell me what you want," he urged, his voice a seductive melody that played in harmony with the rhythmic cadence of our entwined bodies.

I hesitated, caught in the web of passion and vulnerability. "I want more," I finally confessed, the words escaping in a breathless whisper. The request hung in the air-a plea for a deeper connection, a craving for the uncharted territories of pleasure.

His response was immediate, his movements adapting to the newfound urgency. "Be more specific, love?" he teased, the edge of anticipation evident in his voice. His hands, now firmly gripping my hips, guided the rhythm of our union as if translating the unspoken desires into tangible sensations.

"Fck me harder, deeper, faster... I responded, the urgency in my voice revealing a raw blend of need and longing. The words hung in the air, transforming the cabin from a realm of quietude to an echoing chamber of shared passion. Our dialogue of desire reverberated, each spoken desire taking a step further into the uncharted territories of ecstasy and surrender.

Sebastian, his triumphant smile etched in the dim light, leaned in to taste the edge of my ear before he whispered with a teasing allure, "My pleasure, love." His words, a promise lingering on the precipice of anticipation, sent shivers down my spine.

As the tempo of our connection escalated, the room became a stage for unbridled desire. Each exchange of words, each touch, was a declaration in this symphony of passion. In the dance of pleasure, we navigated the contours of our desires, exploring the nuances of intimacy that unfolded between us.

The echo of moans and whispered confessions became the soundtrack to our shared exploration. "Yes...ooohhh...fck!" I gasped, my voice a plea for the fulfillment of the cravings that coursed through every inch of my being. The boundaries between us dissolved, and in the dimly lit cabin, our bodies conversed in a language that transcended the limitations of speech.

Our bodies moved together in a synchronized rhythm, expressing our shared desire. The pleasure built steadily, blending fervor and connection. The room, once a space for intimate exchanges, now saw the peak of our exploration.

"Ooohhh...sh*t! I'm cvmming!" I screamed in pleasure as my body started convulsing, reaching my peak desire.

"Oh, yes! Cvm for me, my love!"

Our passion reached its height, and with moans and gasps, we both climaxed together. In that intense moment, time seemed to stretch, and the world blurred as our senses were consumed by shared pleasure.

A breathless pause hung in the air before our bodies convulsed simultaneously in a final release, waves of euphoria enveloping us. As the echoes of our release lingered, a tranquil stillness settled in the room, cradling the aftermath of our connection.

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