You are Mine (Interlude)

I lay there, staring at the ceiling of my room, the events of the past few days still fresh in my mind. I hadn’t been summoned by anyone for the last four days. The silence and stillness had me both relieved and anxious. I couldn’t help but wonder if I had done something wrong.

It was a late afternoon when the female bodyguard appeared at my door. “Sebastian wants to see you,” she said, her voice firm yet indifferent. My heart raced as I nodded and followed her out.

Walking down the hallway to Sebastian’s room felt surreal. I was nervous, unsure of what to expect. As we reached the heavy wooden door, the bodyguard knocked once before opening it, gesturing for me to enter. I stepped inside, my heart pounding in my chest.

Sebastian stood by the window, the evening light casting a warm glow on his chiseled features. He turned to face me, his gaze intense and unwavering. “Come here,” he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative. I obeyed, my steps hesitant yet deliberate.

He was looking outside at something, he looked beautiful. The closer I got the more my heart raced.

He pulled me close, his hands rough yet tender as they roamed over my body. His touch ignited a fire within me, one that I couldn’t suppress. The next few moments were a blur of passion and desire. Sebastian took control, his every move purposeful and assertive.

The sex was intense, raw, and unrestrained. He explored every inch of my body, pushing me to my limits and beyond. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. His dominance was absolute, and I found myself craving more, needing more.

He switched between styles and his kisses were intense, it was like he had been waiting for me but he hardly said anything, all I could hear were heavy groans from him and that got my body more into it.
“Ahhhnnn…Yes, yes.” I lost my it, I began to moan loudly but it was like that awoken something in him, he thrusted faster and faster.
“Yes, don’t stop, I….i am there, I……uhhhhnnnn.” I moaned out as I jolted on the bed shooting my wetness all over the place, and some even on him.
“I….i am..” I was about to say when he came upon me with a kiss, he positioned me, now I was in front and he was behind me, it was the infamous doggy style, with every thrust there was a clap, I was getting hammered.
My eyes rolled back in eustacy as he hung me on air, his hand grabbing my hand from behind, my boobs bounced and giggled everywhere and from his heavy breadths he was getting close.
“…..” He exhaled deeply, letting go of me and Cumming on my behind.

As we lay there, spent and breathless, Sebastian turned to me, his eyes piercing into mine. “You are mine,” he said, his voice low and possessive. “You belong to no one else. You are only for me, understand?” I nodded, unable to find my voice.

With that, we drifted off to sleep, our bodies entwined in a tangled mess of sheets and limbs. The next morning, I woke up feeling a strange sense of contentment. As I made my way back to my room, his words echoed in my mind. I felt special, marked in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying.

Over the next two days, I wasn’t called for. The anticipation and uncertainty gnawed at me. On the second day, one of the girls, Sofia, joined me in the room. She had always been kind to me, and her presence was a welcome relief.

We sat in silence for a while before she finally spoke. “You know, Sebastian wasn’t always like this,” she began, her voice soft and reflective. “When I first came here, he was different.”

I looked at her, curiosity piqued. “What do you mean?” I asked.

Sofia sighed, her gaze distant as she recalled her memories. “I wasn’t brought here as a slave. I volunteered,” she said. “My father was dead, my mother too. I had nothing. No property, no family. I was assaulted by men, used and discarded like trash. I had nowhere to turn. When I found this place, they helped me. They gave me food, shelter, a chance to start over. But I didn’t want to leave. I begged to stay.”

Her story was both heartbreaking and inspiring. I listened intently as she continued. “The maids proposed a solution. They told me I could stay if I agreed to be owned by Sebastian. I had no other choice, so I agreed.”

She paused, her eyes meeting mine. “Let me tell you who he was, Ariella. Let me tell you who Sebastian used to be.”

Sofia’s words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of untold stories and hidden truths. I leaned in closer, eager to learn more about the man who had claimed me as his own.

Sebastian’s past, his transformation, and the reasons behind his ruthlessness – I needed to understand it all. Little did I know, the truth would change everything I thought I knew about him and about my place in this world.

Sofia took a deep breath and continued her story, her eyes fixed on a point in the distance as if she could see the past playing out before her. "When Sebastian first took over his father's operations, he was young, that’s was young, ambitious, and idealistic. He believed he could change things, make them better. He was kind, even gentle, with us. He treated us like people, not property."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. The Sebastian I knew was cold, authoritative, and ruthless. I struggled to reconcile Sofia’s description with the man I had come to know. "What happened?" I asked softly, almost afraid to hear the answer.

Sofia’s expression darkened. "His father's enemies saw his kindness as a weakness. They exploited it, and it nearly destroyed him. He lost people he cared about, trusted friends. They betrayed him, and he realized that in this world, compassion was a liability."

I felt a pang of sympathy for Sebastian, an emotion I never expected to feel for him. "So he changed," I whispered.

Sofia nodded. "He built walls around himself, became the ruthless leader you see today. It was the only way to survive, to protect what was his. He decided that fear and respect were the only ways to maintain control."

Her words gave me a new perspective on Sebastian. Behind the cold, dominant exterior was a man who had been hurt, betrayed, and forced to adapt to a cruel world. I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of connection to him. We were both survivors, each in our own way.

The next few days passed in a haze of introspection and unease. Sebastian’s words, his touch, and Sofia’s revelations swirled in my mind, leaving me more confused than ever. I found myself both dreading and yearning for his summons.

On the fourth day, as I was lost in thought, the female bodyguard appeared once more. “Sebastian wants to see you,” she said, her voice as neutral as ever. My heart skipped a beat, and I nodded, rising to follow her.

This time, the walk to Sebastian’s room felt different. I was more aware of my surroundings, of the weight of each step. When we reached his door, the bodyguard knocked and opened it, motioning for me to enter.

Sebastian was sitting on the edge of his bed, his eyes immediately locking onto mine as I walked in. “Come here,” he commanded, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I approached him, my movements hesitant but eager.

He pulled me onto his lap, his hands roaming over my body with a possessive intensity. “You belong to me,” he whispered against my skin, his voice filled with a dark promise. “Only me.”

His words sent a thrill through me, a heady mix of fear and desire. Our clothes were discarded in a frenzy of need, and soon we were tangled together in a passionate embrace. Sebastian’s touch was both demanding and intoxicating, his dominance absolute.

The sex was different. He pushed me to my limits, he focused on me, he didnt do more for himself, he watched me, he saw what mad eme moan harder, making me feel things I never thought possible. His hands and mouth explored every inch of me, leaving me breathless and begging for more. I surrendered to him completely, lost in the heat of our connection.

Afterwards, we lay there, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing heavy. Sebastian’s arm was draped possessively over me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “You are mine, Ariella,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “And no one else’s.”

I nodded, too exhausted to speak. As I drifted off to sleep, his words echoed in my mind, a mantra that both thrilled and terrified me.

The next morning, as I made my way back to my room, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being marked, claimed in a way that was both exhilarating and suffocating. I replayed the events of the night over and over, my emotions a tangled mess of confusion and longing.

Two days passed, and I wasn’t called for. The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was happening. On the third day, Sofia joined me in the room again. She seemed different, more contemplative than before.

As we sat together, she broke the silence. “You know, there’s more to Sebastian than meets the eye,” she said, her voice thoughtful. “Let me tell you more about who he was.”

I looked at her, my curiosity piqued. “Please do,” I urged, eager to learn more about the man who had claimed me.

Sofia nodded. “Sebastian wasn’t just kind; he was also a visionary. He had big plans for the organization, plans to expand and make it more powerful. But those plans threatened a lot of people, both inside and outside the organization. His father’s old allies, rivals – they all saw him as a threat.”

She paused, her expression pained. “They set traps, betrayed him at every turn. He lost friends, people he considered family. It hardened him, made him realize that trust was a luxury he couldn’t afford. That’s when he became the man you know now – cold, calculating, and ruthless.”

I absorbed her words, feeling a deep sense of empathy for Sebastian. “It must have been so hard for him,” I murmured.

Sofia nodded. “It was. And it still is. But there’s a part of him that still remembers what it was like to be kind, to care. I see it sometimes, in the way he looks at you.”

Her words took me by surprise. “What do you mean?” I asked, my heart pounding.

She smiled gently. “I’ve been here a long time, Ariella. I’ve seen many girls come and go. But I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you. There’s something different about you, something that touches that part of him he thought was long dead.”

I didn’t know what to say. The idea that I could have such an effect on Sebastian was both thrilling and daunting. “Thank you for telling me this,” I said softly.

Sofia nodded. “You deserve to know. And maybe, just maybe, you can help him find a part of himself he thought he’d lost forever.”

As I lay in bed that night, Sofia’s words echoed in my mind. I felt a strange sense of hope, mixed with a deepening connection to Sebastian. I didn’t know what the future held, but I knew one thing for certain – my life had changed forever since I entered this world. And perhaps, just perhaps, I could change Sebastian’s too.