Tie Me Up - S01 E10

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Tie Me Up - S01 E10

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 10

Thirst for Lotus

I run home frantically, banging around like a wounded moose.

My heart is torn between the joy of surviving the robbery tonight and the fear of being robbed.

I'm not sure I'll have that kind of luck to make it through again. At the moment of danger, the first thought in my mind was that I would never see Sebastian again.

I fumble around in my bag for the key to open the apartment in a panic, fighting the pain of my wound.

As I listen to the lock on the mortgage door click, my injured wrist is suddenly grabbed with force!

"Hiss..." I suck in a cold breath of pain and immediately push the man's hand away.

"What the f-" The last syllable is left unfinished when Sebastian's face comes into my eyes. He is staring at me with a deep, dark look on his face.

"Why is it you?"

"Who else do you think it is?"

I am speechless.

"I came to your place and no one was in there, your workplace was closed, your cell phone was not working. If you had been a few minutes later, I would have called the police.

I fish out my cell phone in my bag. It turns out that it had long been dead and turned off, but I didn't notice it because I was too nervous.

"Sorry, today ...... Too many things happened. Next time you can ask me out in advance."

"I sent you a message, you did not reply."

"I didn't see it."

"Really? You just searched my clinic this afternoon and liked it on its Facebook page."

Okay, I lied, I had seen it. But I was in a hurry to copy Jason's spending history on my computer, and I didn't have time to reply, so I just left his message behind.

I calmly respond to him, "We have a rule at work that we don't allow cell phones."

"Why don't you just say that the law says you'll get a jail sentence for answering my messages? You haven't contacted me in almost a week, Andrea."

"Not long, sir, we've been out of touch for years before."

"And you're the one who blacked out me and Steven, Andrea."

"What? Are you going to stand here and reckon with me until dawn?"

I frown and try to refute his recklessness, only to see the deep concern and anger in his eyes, and the reflection of my white, stunned face.

My heart is softened.

"I'm worried about you, Andrea." He sighed, "I know you probably don't believe me, but I really ...... care about you more than you think."

"Every minute you don't contact me, I'm on my phone."

He suddenly notices something and takes a look at his hand, which has been stained with my blood from when he grabbed my wrist.

His already heavy face turns ugly and he lifts my arm and looks at the wound and asks me seriously, "What happened? How did you get such a serious injury?"

I could see in the painful eyes the anxious tone of his voice, which made my dry eyes moist and sour.

I simply could not pretend that nothing happened in front of him, indifferently. Because every word from him is extraordinarily different for me.

I pull out my arm, hold back my tears, shake my head and say, "Go inside. I'm tired."

Back in the bedroom, he fetches my first aid kit and kneels halfway along the bed to patiently disinfect and dress my wound.

He is an experienced doctor, and I thought he would be very familiar with the procedure, but it's hard to believe how many times his swab stops on my skin just to disinfect my cut with iodine.

I bet a first-year medical student would have been smoother than him.

I grit my teeth with a pale face and laugh at him, "Steven used to say you graduated first in medical school, but it seems you're just a paperweight, and the medical school didn't teach you how to do bandages."

He doesn't respond to me, just looks down and gently wraps the gauze around my wound, one loop after another.

"Hey." I can't see his expression, but I sense something is wrong. I call to him softly, trying to get his attention.

"No, it's not." He checks one last time, then stands up.

He looks me straight in the eye, not at all as flippant and fearless as he usually was, but instead full of the exhaustion that comes from deep thought.

His warm hand gently strokes my cold, white cheek: "Medical school just doesn't teach us how to bandage our beloved's wounds."

I have been holding back sour tears and suddenly they all roll out, dripping on the back of his hand, he is slightly stunned.

He subconsciously reaches out to wipe my tears, but I stop him in mid-air.

I don't know what to say to explain my vulnerability at this moment.

"Now can you tell me how this all happened?" He asks.

"I was accidentally cut by a store iron."

"Look at me," he gently lifts my chin, forcing me to look up into his amber eyes, "I don't want to break your lie, it would make you feel uncomfortable. But beyond that, will you tell me the truth?"

"......"

I am silent for a moment, worried if telling the truth would worry him even more.

Looking at his tightly locked brows, my heart pulls up. I would rather take all the danger alone than tell him what happened when I was hurt by a robber to protect the data about Jason on the flash drive.

I don't want him to get involved in the vortex of revenge.

What's more, I couldn't guarantee that such a dangerous thing wouldn't happen again.

"What are you worried about, Andrea? Don't tell me this was left by your guest."

"Did someone threaten you when you promised me you wouldn't do something dangerous like this again?"

I am too shocked to reply anything, and he looks at my furrowed brow and asked if I am afraid. I open my mouth slightly, still unable to utter a single word.

He doesn't give me the slightest chance to argue or grieve, cupping my chin and kissing me deeply with his tongue, fiercer and more dominant than ever before, not with anger or desire, but with pain and paranoia.

Revenge is such a long and long road, and it's a heartbreaking one. But with Sebastian behind me, I dare to look ahead.

I could not have felt his hot heart and his concern for me better than this.

His kisses intertwine with my body, and I take the initiative to remove his shirt and my panties, letting them hang from my feet.

In the dim rainbow light, his face wets with my tears. Like a big dream.

He eagerly spreads my legs and thrusts in hard, and as his hot cock takes over my pussy, I grip my fingers on his firm, full hips and push his cock hard into me. Encouraged, he thrusts harder, like a graceful leopard on the African grasslands.

"Fuck!" he shouts with pleasure.

I keep moaning and panting, resting my legs on his shoulders, contracting my pussy in response to his thrusts.

He is so overwhelmed by my clenching that he is on the verge of cumming several times, so he holds my waist for a while to ease up.

"I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this. I want to cum just after thrusting in."

I flash a smile, wiggle my bottom so he can get deeper, and tease him, "You're not the first to say that."

The words provoke a response from him! I could feel his dick and balls bouncing violently against my buttocks.

"Uh!!!" I exclaim, unprepared, and opened my mouth to meet his tongue.

He slurs and threatens to repeat what I had just said. I look him in the eye and I am about to say a few words when he once again sticks me with his tongue, biting my tongue and choking my throat as if he was going to eat me alive.

"Don't make me crazy with jealousy, Andrea."

I can't breathe or resist, so I am forced to suffer his wrath. He kisses me and rubs my nipples hard until my liquid flow over the bed sheet.

He couldn't hold off any longer before he spat out my numb tongue.

My nose rests on the tip of his, and before I could catch my breath for a few seconds, he immediately picks me up and rolls me over, spanking me hard on the buttocks!

"Oh......"

I grit my teeth and keep quiet, refusing to show weakness, my ass quickly meets his second slap!

"Say my name!" He pushes my waist down with his hand, leaving my private parts completely exposed to him.

His cock withdraws from my body, covered in my water, and rubs against my asshole and groin, making my ass wet.

"Name!" he says as he shoves his glans a little inside my pussy and kept rubbing it, teasing my bottom.

I refuse to call his name and just bury my head in the pillow. I know this backward position was humiliating, but the higher I raise my hips, the more I can't stop the water from flowing.

My body is like a desert crying out for prolonged overdue rain.

I refuse to give in, so he lies on my back and plunges his cock deeper into my cunt without hesitation.

The wet pussy is like a damp, warm swamp, and his cock sinks deep into it.

His cock is like an iron bar stuck into a marshmallow, pounding wildly against my core.

With hundreds and hundreds of violent strokes, the stamen inside me finally unfolds, spurting a lotus flower on the sheets.

I finally cry out as my cunt clenches hard and Sebastian's hot stream of release penetrated to the hilt, and I shudder and whimper uncontrollably, wiggling my pussy like an animal in heat and rubbing against him in the final moments.

The cum is a viscous, burning spring that feeds all my hunger.

However, just when I think it was all going to stop.

He suddenly grabs my ass with his hand and rams his middle finger hard into my pussy!

He clinches on my shoulder, preventing me from avoiding his game, and even he curls his finger in me!

"Ahh - Sebastian!"