Hard Rock Love Box Set, page 18
“Is there anything you would like to begin with, Mr. Léon?” she asked, and Sebastian smiled and nodded.
“Will you bring out two mimosas? And two of your best sweet crepes, please.” He turned to Bella then, who was looking over the menu with some interest. “Would you like anything else, my lady?”
She looked up, seeming almost surprised that he would ask her, and with a pang Sebastian was reminded of his dates with Lillian, and how she had reluctantly trusted him to choose food for her. He wondered if Bella would trust him in the same manner, or even if she was used to this kind of treatment. After all, she seemed right at home, in her little sheer chiffon blouse and mini skirt paired with thigh-high socks, despite the fact that her apartment did not suggest that she could afford to frequent this kind of location.
“Whatever you ordered sounds fine, I think I’ll go with your experience for now,” she said with a little laugh, leaning forward as she handed the menus back to the hostess, knowing that Sebastian was watching the way her body shifted beneath her blouse. His eyes involuntarily moved to her chest and she had to snap him out of it. “Do you usually come here for breakfast?” Bella asked. “You seem quite familiar with the place.”
“It’s one of my favorites,” Sebastian replied, nodding thanks as a waitress appeared with their drinks. He took a sip, savoring the marriage of flavor—the tartness of the oranges, the subtle sweetness of the champagne, the sensory touch of the carbonation. It might be difficult to mess up a mimosa, but to make one that was truly a masterpiece, that was not easy in the least.
“This is delicious,” Bella said, voicing his thoughts as she took a sip of her own. “I definitely think I can already see why you like this place so much,” she said with a purr. “I for one wouldn’t mind coming here much more often.”
Sebastian smiled. “Well then, you best try to please me, Bella. Because if you keep looking like that, I won’t be able to resist taking you out for nearly every meal.”
At that moment, Sebastian thought he would try something different, and a little devilish. He found that the lust he was feeling in that setting with Bella was overflooding his mind with desire. Without making eye contact with her, he laid his hand on her bare leg.
“Keep your eyes forward.” Sebastian said with utmost authority.
Bella did as she was told. Sebastian then moved his hand up her thigh, following the warmth that was radiating between her legs. His middle finger instinctively moved to touch the lace of her panties, and Bella let out a small moan, stopping herself as she was reminded that she was in public. She wanted him to push his finger inside her, but he knew he had power over her at the moment. Nothing was more sexy to Sebastian than knowing he was at the top of the power hierarchy.
Sebastian’s finger became a little more soaked with Bella’s juices. And this made Sebastian almost instantly hard underneath the tablecloth. He wanted to keep persisting, he wanted to make her fight the progressive moan, and being in public made him even harder. He grasped one side of her panty with the back of his thumb and pushed his middle finger into her already moist entrance.
She relaxed into his finger and started riding it gently, as if it were the salvation of all hormonal earthly pleasures. He leaned into her more, as to get a better angle; the tip of his finger was now touching her g-spot, and he knew instantly that he had her finished. Bella’s face became even more flush and her desire to climb onto his cock increased even more, and her breasts perked up against her blouse revealing her supple nipples through the cloth.
Suddenly the waitress came out from the corner with their food, and Sebastian withdrew his finger from her sweet flower, leaving her dripping wet on the fabric of that French chair. And they both guiltily waited as the waitress laid out the food on the table. They quickly composed themselves and promptly started eating their food like nothing had just happened; leaving Bella quite unsatisfied.
They finished up at the French café, and then it was on to Sebastian’s surprise for the day. Bella thought they were just going back to his apartment to enjoy their time before the event, at which point they would drop by her place so that she could get changed into an appropriate outfit.
But Sebastian had other plans, plans he knew Bella would agree were much more fun, even if it did mean having to put off having his way with her. There would be plenty of time for that in the evening though, and currently, all Sebastian wanted to do was distract himself, and spoiling Bella seemed to be a good way to do that.
“Where are we going?” Bella asked when she realized that the way Sebastian was driving was definitely not the way back to his place.
“You’ll see,” he said, pleased with the way she squirmed in her seat from anticipation and curiosity. “I can definitely promise you you’re going to love it.”
They turned a corner, coming into one of the expensive shopping neighborhoods of the city, and Sebastian pulled up at a valet service, going around to the passenger side of the car to help Bella out before paying the valet.
“Why are we here?” she asked, looking around at the shops—the windows were carefully orchestrated with displays of avant garde mannequins dressed in the finest clothes and most expensive shoes. The people around them all had the same air of power and luxury that Sebastian exuded, but no one gave Bella any strange looks. Despite her origins, she fit right in regardless of their trained eyes.
“Care to take a guess?”
Bella took a few more moments to take everything in, her face lighting up and a small smile creeping onto her expression as she realized what Sebastian meant.
“You’ve decided I need to wear something else for tonight?”
“My darling, you would shine even if you showed up in nothing more than a t-shirt. But I want you to blind them, to know the power that you hold.” He looked into her eyes as he said this, knowing that in all reality he was thinking of someone else. Sure, Lillian wouldn’t fit in like Bella could, couldn’t show up in anything she liked and instantly be the center of attention—but she was defiant in a way that Bella could never be. Lillian would’ve seen past the glitter and the noise and seen the atmosphere for what it really was; an artistic escape for the rich and powerful.
He pushed those thoughts aside as he put his arm around Bella’s shoulders, guiding her into the boutique where they were greeted by several of the shop’s stylists, ready to assist. They were currently the only ones in the shop—it was one of those fancy places where the clothes were so expensive that it was closer to a showroom than a department store. There was a lavish waiting area with minimalistic decoration, all the items being in the back.
“Please take a seat, is there anything in particular we can help you find today?” one of the stylists asked, guiding them over to the couches.
“We have an event to attend in the evening, and I would like to make sure my companion shines,” Sebastian said as he took a seat, gesturing to Bella, who stood in front of him now, looking around the boutique in wonder.
“Of course, understood. Is there anything else you would like me to look for?”
Sebastian considered the offer for a moment, then shook his head. There were a few other stores he wanted to take Bella to, but those would better cater to the more inappropriate thoughts he had in mind.
“No, that will be all, thank you.”
“Of course.” The woman replied with a smile, and then turned to Bella. “Do you know your measurements my dear, or would you like me to take them?”
“I don’t know them off the top of my head,” Bella replied, clearly a little embarrassed. She had never been to a boutique where there were assistants to take measurements before trying on the clothes. Much to her surprise, the people who worked there were all very down-to-earth and not snooty like she would’ve imagined.
A pair of beautiful, almost identical blonde-haired girls walked out in perfect unison, measuring tape in hand; ready to take Bella’s measurements. Given the cue from the shopkeeper, the two girls took great precision in taking in Bella’s every curve, anywhere they could possibly measure a seam. After thoroughly checking for mistakes and double checking their work, they disappeared into the back.
“We’ll bring some suitable pieces out, and then you can tell us what you would like to try on,” one of the girls explained to Bella, clearly picking up on the fact that she hadn’t been to any place like this before. “If you have any preferences for style, let us know, otherwise we’ll do our best to find what will be most flattering on you.”
“Thank you, I think I’ll trust you on picking something out,” Bella said, and then the girl disappeared to the back to help her partner find some suitable options.
“I definitely can’t afford anything here,” Bella said with a little laugh as she turned back to Sebastian.
“There’s no need to worry about that,” he said with a wave of his hand. “It is my pleasure to make you shine, my jewel.” The next moment, Sebastian felt a deep sense of regret. Why was he saying these things? He suddenly felt a deep sense of being lost, like something wasn’t right—he felt like he was ‘pretending’ to want something more with this girl.
Here was this beautiful peppy spitfire, with the body of a goddess, ready to jump into bed with him at any given moment he wanted. He knew it was so easy to win girls over with the things he could do with his power.... but deep down, despite the authority he possessed, he could feel a deep sense of emptiness. But the more that Lillian popped up into his mind, the more he started to resent the power he had.
Almost to snap him out of his daydream, a team of employees came rushing out with pieces of clothing, holding up several dresses. Bella became in awe of the selection and Sebastian started to feel his insides churn into a state of uneasiness. He was beginning to feel the confliction that existed inside his mind, his love for two women.
“I cannot believe you can afford all of this,” Bella said in a whisper. She looked up at him with first, puppy dog eyes, then catching him staring down at her chest, with a more mischievous smile.
“In more ways than one,” he gave her a quick squeeze on the thigh.
“Is that so?” She leaned into him more, pressing her bosom into his arm, knowing full well what she was doing, gently bouncing up and down. She was just picturing what it would be like if he suddenly pinned her down with his muscular forearms and started kissing her neck. Sebastian had a sturdy build, and he looked like he was a regular at the gym; being 6’3 and handsome as hell, he was a sight for sore eyes.
He gave her a stern look as to warn her that they were in public and that she needed to contain herself, or there would be consequences.
Out of nowhere—the two girls came swooping in with a rack full of clothes and a pillow of jewels and accessories. They arranged all of the pieces one by one on hooks and displayed them on the opposite wall. Then they stepped back to let Bella take in her options. She was amazed by how beautiful each piece looked, how they looked like they were made for the Oscars.
There were many pieces to choose from. There was a floor-length gown in a beautiful blush pink silk, Sebastian was picturing how this dress would accentuate Bella’s curves quite nicely. The fabric would shift to change hue in the light but also be very form-fitting in the right places.
Another dress showcased many layers of delicate lavender lace, creating an opacity that revealed the skin every so often, cut in a way to cling to and accentuate the body.
Yet another beautiful design, a delicate floating petticoat, something that Bella might not have even seen if she didn’t know it was there. It was of layers of white silk chiffon and organza, with a high waist and fluffy skirt, crystals sprinkled in between the layers like little drops of rain or sugar.
The final one was unassuming at first, but on closer inspection was probably the most intricate of the group. It was a short, body-con dress, with princess seams instead of darts, all the pieces cut in such a way to create an illusion of exaggerated curves. What was so complicated about it was the pattern of the fabric it was made out of—a shimmering watercolor landscape print—and how it had been sewn together in such a way that the seams did not interrupt the flow of it.
“Do you like any particular one of them?” Sebastian asked, leaning in to whisper in Bella’s ear. “I, for one think you would look absolutely lovely in the lace dress.”
“You’re only saying that because you want to see me in it.”
“Is there anything wrong with that?”
“And we’re talking about wearing it in public right?”
Sebastian chuckled. “If you’d like, we could buy a dress explicitly for the purpose of wearing in private.”
“Well, maybe we’ve come to the wrong place.”
“How about we figure that out later?”
“Do you find it entertaining putting me in fancy dresses worth more than I make in a year?”
“What good is wealth when you’re not a bit spontaneous at times.”
“I guess.” She walked over to the dressing room mirror to examine the dresses more closely. Sebastian admired the young beauty of a woman standing in front of him, hypnotized by the fresh natural glow she had, catching remnants of her perfume as she ambled past him. He also noted the way she looked over her shoulder to ensure that he was watching her. Sebastian could feel his pulse increasing.
“I think I’ll try this one on,” she said to the stylist, holding the lavender dress lightly in between her fingers.
“Of course, follow me,” the stylist said, gently picking up the dress and leading Bella back to one of the dressing rooms. Sebastian waited patiently until Bella reemerged, looking absolutely resplendent. He could feel his heart in his chest, hear it beat in his ears as he took her in. She was lovely, there was no doubt about it. As one of the other stylists pulled back her hair and demonstrated for Bella in the mirror the kinds of styles, she might wear her hair in to best compliment the dress, Sebastian made up his mind. Not only on the dress, but on letting go of other girls who should not be in his mind at this moment.
He came up behind her, admiring her image in the mirror. “I do think this is the one, what do you say?” he asked, tugging gently on a strand of Bella’s hair.
She turned back to look at him with a sultry little smile. “If you like it, then I think it’s a yes from me.”
“Very good, because seeing you in that dress, I can’t wait to see the look on everyone’s faces.”
They left the boutique with their purchase, making several more stops to pick up shoes, some matching jewelry, and a few outfits for later.
That part definitely had to be Sebastian’s favorite; Bella pulling him into the dressing room to show off a piece of designer lingerie before kissing him while the assistants waited outside. She was an enigmatic spitfire. A girl who loved to flirt, who was in love with her youth and not thinking at all about any consequence. Sebastian was really enjoying her company and together they made a good team, both of them seemingly on the same naughty scale. Shortly after finishing up in the boutique, they decided to take time for lunch. The date had not been over of course, until Sebastian treated Bella to get her hair and makeup done.
He really wanted to show her that he could spoil her, that she could really stop everyone in their tracks. And how he could provide and put himself to good use. It really took a tremendous effort not to take her; have his way with her, not to twine his fingers through her hair, and mess up all the work that the stylists had done. He could tell in that moment that he was taken with her. He was hopping it was more than just a strong feeling of lust, that she could finally help him forget the long-lost love he had with another person—who should not be named.
Helping her with their bags, the two of them headed back up to his apartment to finish getting ready for the event.
It took a greater effort still to keep his hands off Bella when she emerged from one of his guest rooms, all dolled up and looking like an absolute dream.
He had to take a moment to collect himself, to breath, before walking up to her with a smile and offering his arm. “Shall we be on our way?”
She giggled as she threaded her arm through his. “Yes, let’s. Though I have to say, I think I may be more excited to return than to arrive.”
“Believe me, I am encountering the same issue.” Sebastian lowered his head to press a kiss to the sensitive area on Bella’s neck, and she shivered with delight. “What do you say we forgo the party entirely and just stay here for the night instead.” He said it half-jokingly but also, with a hint of truth. Her beauty stunned him to the point of reverting himself back to his younger days when love was bliss and naïve.
“Then all of this would go to waste.” Bella gestured to herself—to the outfit, the hair, the makeup that made her look like a goddess of the skies or a nymph of the meadows.
“Who’s to say it would? After all, I’m seeing you in it, and am very turned on right now.”
“But wasn’t the whole point to make everyone else jealous?”
Sebastian took a step closer to her, setting his hands against her waist and pulling her to him, whispering into her neck, “Maybe I don’t want to share the sight of you with anyone. Everyone’s going to want you, seeing you in that. I know I do.” He nuzzled his mouth into the nape of her neck and made soft suckling motions sending chills down her spine. She gave into him slightly as she could feel the heat of her body rise out involuntarily. She threaded her fingers through his hair, turning his face to gently press a kiss to his lips.
