Waking Sebastian
Waking Sebastian
By Melinda Barron
Resplendence Publishing, LLC
http://www.resplendencepublishing.com
Resplendence Publishing, LLC
Waking Sebastian
Copyright © 2009, Melinda Barron
Edited by Tiffany Mason
Cover art by Rika Singh
Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-029-3
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Electronic release: May, 2009
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places, or occurrences, is purely coincidental.
Thanks to the usual suspects for their unending support and patience. Someday I’ll get it right, thanks to you.
For Tea, who read the first draft and said, “Oh my.” I hope you still say that.
Table of Contents
Sebastian weaved through the trees, enjoying the feel of the crisp autumn air as it swept over his skin. It was a beautiful night, with a cool breeze blowing in from the ocean. He’d had a good dinner, enjoyed a nice game of cards with his father’s “visitors”, and drank a good bit of rum.
Only the feel of a soft woman beneath him would make it better. And he knew just the right one.
He neared the slave quarters and his cock hardened as he imagined Sarya under him, her legs locked around his hips as he filled her, pumping himself into her until they both screamed in pleasure.
Yes, it would definitely be a wonderful night.
“Sarya! Where are you?” She’d promised to meet him near the cove, where they always met. But she hadn’t been there, and now he was being forced to look for her. He called out her name again and several coverings from nearby huts opened. He pointed at them. “Where is she?”
The flaps quietly falling back in place was the only answer he received. Sebastian snarled in anger. Damn her for making him wait. Was it not part of her job, part of her very existence, to please him? She’d never ignored her duties to him before. Sarya had always been more than willing to spread her thighs for him. He always made sure she climaxed, always made sure her pleasure was intense. Why would she hide from him?
“Sarya!” He threw back his head, his long blond hair streaming down his back as his arms flew out to his sides. He looked at the moon, the bright, full mass shining through the cloudless sky. “Where are you!”
“Do you want to wake everyone?”
Sebastian staggered, then pulled himself to his full height. He snorted out a laugh. “It’s not you I want, witch. Go away.”
“You are not welcome here. Leave us.”
Sebastian stumbled toward her, the alcohol making him ignore the rumors of the woman’s magic. “Do you think you can tell me what to do? I can have you whipped, or worse.” He stopped in front of her.
Her dark, intense gaze bore into him and he took a step back, a sliver of fear fighting its way into his system. He had heard what this tiny woman was capable of. Not that he believed in it.
Sebastian poked his finger into the woman’s breastbone. “You know where she is. You will take me to Sarya.”
The smile that lit the woman’s eyes made Sebastian’s skin crawl. He took a few steps backward, then leaned over, his head swimming. Perhaps he’d had a bit too much rum tonight. He should head back to the manor, find his bed and sleep off his drunkenness.
His mind said it was a good idea, but his cock disagreed. It pounded with the idea of Sarya’s beautiful body under his, of being inside her.
“Do you still wish to proceed?”
Sebastian frowned at her words. “Proceed?” What the hell was she talking about? Yes he wanted to
proceed.
He met with Sarya every night. It was no secret that she quenched his needs. Why should tonight be any different? “Where is Sarya?”
“You have a choice, young Sebastian. You may leave, or you may face your fate. It is in your hands.”
“My fate?” He pushed at the woman, his anger rising. “Are you threatening me?”
“Stay or go. It is your decision.”
Her calm words startled him. No slave would tell him what to do, no matter how composed she seemed in the face of his ire. “Take me to her.”
The sound of drums and chanting filled the air, but Sebastian paid it no mind. All that mattered was Sarya and their joining. When the witch turned and walked into the trees he fell into step behind her, his cock throbbing with the idea of finding Sarya and achieving relief.
Just a few more steps, he told himself. She would be there, ready for him.
He staggered into the clearing, his stomach feeling as if it would lurch. He saw the altar, the strange carving on a pedestal near it. Moonlight flooded the area, giving the stone a strange, unearthly glow. When his father heard about this site he would be furious. He had forbidden the slaves to practice their religion. Obviously they had disregarded his orders. But that didn’t matter now. Right now all he cared about was coupling with Sarya.
His beautiful slave stood near the altar, the slave named Nadim standing beside her, his arm around her shoulders. Sebastian felt a wave of possessiveness as he moved toward them, intent on pulling Sarya into the trees for a hot bout of lovemaking.
As he neared the altar his mind grew cloudy, he lurched to the side, his body hitting the heavy stone. Someone lifted him up and placed him on top of it. He focused on the flickering torchlight surrounding him, as the sounds of the drums grew louder. He closed his eyes and called out Sarya’s name one more time as the world began to spin, and then all went black.
Hannah laid her head against Charles’ shoulder and sighed. “My love, it is only a few more days until our wedding. Now that Captain Blaine is behind bars we will be able to live our lives in peace.”
Charles’ palm moved down to her breast and gently squeezed.
“Charles,” Hannah gasped, pushing his hand away. “We are not yet wed. You shouldn’t touch me thus.”
“We are already wed in our hearts,” Charles whispered in her ear, kissing the lobe gently. “Why must we wait? I want you so much, Hannah.”
“Society dictates that I remain virginal until we are wed in the eyes of the church,” Hannah answered. “You know this. How dare you take such liberties?”
“Oh come on,” Charles answered. “You’ve left me with blue balls for the last seventy-five pages of the book. Have a heart.”
Hannah clasped her hands over her ears. “Such vulgarities. And here I thought you were a gentleman. We must wait.”
“Please? How about a blowjob? I won’t come in your mouth, I promise. I can’t wait until the wedding. That’s going to take another thirty pages at least. By then my dick will shrivel up.”
Hannah stood and wrapped her arms around her chest. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. What, pray tell, is a blow job?”
Charles’ eyes widened with hope.
“All you have to do is take my cock in your mouth and suck. I’ll show you how. You’ll love it as much as I do, I promise. Please, my love, I can’t wait another thirty pages.”
Hannah watched with anticipation as his fingers undid the stays on his trousers. She wanted to please Charles, she truly did. What harm could one of these blowjobs do? She would still be virginal, wouldn’t she?
But she’d never even seen his manhood before. She closed her eyes and tried to still her breathing.
Charles released his cock from his pants and sighed with pleasure.
“Look at me Hannah,” he whispered. “Open your eyes and see what I have for you.”
Hannah opened her eyes and gasped. Then she screamed and ran from the room.
“Shit!” Charles muttered. “Why the fuck did you create me if I can’t even get her to give me a fucking blow job? Son of a bitch! Is she going to lay there on our wedding night with her eyes screwed shut? Is this a romance novel or not? Damn it to hell!”
“Sorry Charles,” Michelle answered. “But my readers like soft sweet virgins who don’t give it up until their wedding night. You have to wait until the end of the book. Still we need some sex before then. Maybe we should start with a hand job in the dark. I could go back and rewrite a scene or two.”
“Just forget it,” Charles said as he began to stroke his cock. “But I’m not leaving this page with blue balls tonight. And this is your fault. You’d better fix it. And fix it quick.”
“Watch it, Charles,” Michelle warned. “I’m the writer here, not you. Piss me off and I’ll change my descriptions to give you a three-inch dick.”
Charles quickly snapped his mouth shut.
“Good. And don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get plenty of sex before the end of the book.”
Michelle sighed, highlighting the text she’d just written. She hit the delete key, then ran her fingers through her long brown hair.