Here's another chapter for you! :) Bringing in the Seb/Molly dynamic and a little bit of knife play. post(/)24664698419(/)nine on the blog. R&R, please 3
Nothing to be Embarrassed About
Chapter Nine
Jim sat back on his calves. "Have at her, Sebastian. I am absolutely famished... I think I'll pop into the kitchen to get some food." And see how Sebastian and Molly interacted together.
Molly whimpered as Jim left. She looked at him, shocked that Jim had done that, teased her within an inch of her life and then gave her to this man—a beautiful man, none the less—that she'd only just met... She blushed
"I'm sure that if you truly felt uncomfortable about this, Miss Hooper, we could find a... different way to go about this. I am very good with my hands, and you wouldn't have to worry about me." Sebastian brought a hand to his face and pushed his hair back. Jim would do something like this; he was always putting him on the spot—testing him.
Molly looked up at Seb, shaking her head. "No... I'm not uncomfortable, well, not in that way..." She blushed again, sliding up to nuzzle Seb's neck. He was very beautiful for a sniper. She kissed his neck with a small sigh.
Sebastian's hand slid up to her neck and cupped her jaw on both sides gently, and his mouth pressed against hers. "He's not going to let you go... ever. It's not so bad, though, being his—once you get used to it—if you can survive your conscience being ripped to shreds. That's what he'll do to you eventually, Miss Hooper; you'll be like him and me: a little less than human." Dropping one hand to her waist, he tugged her closer to him. "You should have said no to him before he tied you up and fucked you senseless, because you certainly can't do it now..."
Molly smiled as he kissed her. He was so gentle. She looked at him, confused for a moment as he told her that he wasn't ever going to let her go. "I know. I just... I don't know what to expect... one moment I'm drinking at a bar... The next I'm sitting in a flat... Will I get to go back to my flat? My job?" She blinked, shaking her head. "Not me. He won't tear my conscience apart... Please, call me Molly." She blushed brightly when he mentioned the tying her up and fucking her senseless part. "How did... did you see that? God..." She buried her head in his shoulder, her body pressed against his.
Sebastian stroked her hair once more in a half-hearted attempt to console her. "You'll keep your job, Molly, and most likely your flat; both are beneficial to Jim in the long run. Jim, eh, did mention it briefly to me, but I was watching the security feed keeping tabs on you both at the time..." He kissed at her ear through her hair.
Molly blushed brightly again, and nuzzled into him, sighing. She wanted him. She couldn't think about much else at the moment. "Were you jealous?" She asked after a quiet moment. She gave Seb a tiny grin, shifting her hand to stroke his length once, gently.
Seb leaned his hips into her hand. "Of you..?"
"Of Jim." She told him, nipping his neck. She stroked him again, harder this time.
"I don't believe I was given permission for that, so frankly no. You were strictly his at the time, so I felt nothing towards you." Sucking on her ear, he grabbed her bum and brought her closer to him.
Molly squealed softly as he sucked on her ear, and blushed when he grabbed her bum. She sat up a little bit, positioned herself so that she was straddling him. She breathed quickly.
Neither Sebastian or Molly had noticed Jim leave the room nor had they paid him any attention when he came back in the room, munching on a sandwich. His hair was tousled and his eyes blinked at the brightness of the room as he stumbled slightly into the room. His face was a bit dazed, almost like he had fallen asleep in the kitchen while making his sandwich. Molly was distracted by Sebastian's body and didn't pay any mind to Jim—not realizing that he'd come back into the room. She moaned, arching her back gently. "Seb!"
"You guys are getting... cozy," he mumbled offhandedly into the bread. His cock hung out of his boxers half-hard—the time away from Sebastian and Molly spent getting food caused him to focus on other appetites.
Molly blinked, blushing when she heard Jim's voice. She turned, biting her lip. "Jim! God..."
Shuffling his feet over to the bed, he plopped onto it unceremoniously—perhaps the alcohol was finally getting to him—and he rested his head on Sebastian's abdomen. "Continue on..." Taking another bite of his sandwich, he ignored the two, content in savoring the textures of meat and fresh lettuce crunching and rolling around in his mouth.
Molly really didn't know what to do. She shivered, looking down at Jim's head, now on Seb's stomach near her hand. She looked up at Sebastian, confused, concerned, and worried. "Seb?"
Sebastian slid further down onto the bed dislodging both Molly and Jim. Jim gave him a sour, disgruntled look before laying his head back onto him; Sebastian stroked Jim's hair softly to sooth any potential ruffled feathers, and then put his focus back on Molly. "You're fine, Miss Molly. As he said, continue on..." He let out a moan as she slowly picked up the pace she had barely begun.
Molly blinked, then blushed—watching the two men. "God...ohhhh!"
It took a bit for Sebastian to get as enthused about the fucking as Molly was; Jim's disruption had been a bit of a mental moodkiller—his boss' needs came before his own. However, once his mind was as excited as Molly's ministrations made his body, Sebastian soon could not contain his pleasure audibly. "God, Molly, Jim was right. Christ."
Jim turned his head and looked at Sebastian drolly. "You never believe me when I say someone is a good fuck, Sebastian. Where is the trust...?"
Sebastian's hips jerked as Jim pinched at his nipple hard. "A thing to remember, Mollybear. Sebby here likes it rough..." Finished with his sandwich, Jim sat up to lean over to the night stand and open its drawer. Pulling out a dagger and a leather glove, he rolled onto his stomach so he was facing the two of them as they fucked.
"What?" Molly whimpered as Jim pinched Seb, making his hips jerk against Molly.
"Open," Jim said, and that was all he needed to say as Sebastian's jaw unclenched itself. Setting the glove down flat in Sebastian's mouth, Jim grabbed Molly's hand and placed the dagger in it. "As punishment for the both of you enjoying this more than I think you should at this time, you get the 'honor' of doling out his just rewards. It's just like work, really... if you think about it hard enough."
Molly blinked as Jim put the dagger in her hand. "What?" She stopped moving, looking at him. "I... I can't! I can't cut him open... I can't hurt him!" She put the dagger down, shaking her head, looking at Jim like he was mad. "Please...I can't."
Closing his eyes briefly with a twist of his head and a clenched jaw, Jim had to restrain himself from wrapping his hands around neck and forcing her to see... reason. It could be shown to her in... better ways. "Molly, dear, keep moving that tight little body of yours, or else you'll be the one being cut tonight. I'll be 'nice' and 'compromise' with you; you get the first cut, and you had better do it. I will not hesitate in forcing you down on this bed and slitting your throat all in the name of good... fun."
Placing the dagger back into her hands, he guided it to Sebastian's flesh. "Cut the man, Molly."
Molly kept moving, slower this time. She whimpered, a tear running down her cheek as Jim guided the sharp dagger to Sebastian's flesh. She knew that no matter how strong the man was, his skin was still vulnerable. His flesh would still yield to a knife. No amount of body building could fix that. She bit her lip—not wanting to do it. She felt the knife press against the man's pectoral muscle, and she pushed a little harder, drawing blood. She drew the dagger across his chest, leaving a shallow cut. It bled quite a lot, but it was superficial at best. Her hands trembled as she lifted the knife from Sebastian, watching his eyes. "I'm sorry..."
Gasping as the blade bit into his skin, Sebastian's eyes shut as soon as it made contact. Clutching the sheets beneath him, he leaned up into the blade once she stopped pulling against him but found that it was no longer in proximity to him. Opening his eyes, he found her staring at him, worry etched onto her face. He felt a bit of pity for her; Jim was throwing a lot of hard balls at her tonight, and knowing him, this probably wouldn't be the last. "Don't be."
She sniffled, and put the blade on the bed, closer to Jim, away from Molly. "There. I did it." She shivered, her hands wouldn't stop shaking. She wasn't getting any pleasure out of it anymore.
"And what a good girl you are..." Taking it away from her, Jim gleefully trailed red lines down Sebastian's abdomen, smirking at each jerk he made.
"No!" Molly whimpered, trying to reach forward to stop Jim. "Stop! You're hurting him!" She grabbed his wrist, almost putting her nose in the cut that she made when she lost her balance. "Please... stop." She looked up at him, eyes wide.
"Jesus, Jim... Molly, calm down." Sitting up on one of his elbows, Sebastian stroked her face. "This is something that we... do... together." Shifting his hips against hers, he hinted at her, "Clearly it's not causing me any... unwanted pain."
"But..." Molly protested, biting her lip, looking up at Sebastian as he stroked her face. "He's hurting you..." She let go of Jim's hand slowly, eyes closing with pleasure as he rolled his hips back against her. He was right... and if he wasn't being hurt... "Okay... Okay..." She leaned back up, off of Sebastian's chest, settling herself back.
Grimacing, Jim set the blade down petulantly. "Well, it's not fun if she's aware that you enjoy it..."
Molly looked at Jim, then at Sebastian. "You're hurting him, and he's okay with it, and you like it... I..." She sighed, confused. "If you're going to stop, can I bandage him up?"
"I really don't give a fuck what you do, Molly Hooper. Sebastian, once you're... done, take her home. I am going to take a shower..." And with that, Jim was out of the bedroom once again.
Molly looked at Jim, confused, then looked back at Sebastian. Her hands were still trembling. She watched Jim leave the room, then looked at Sebastian again. "Did I make him angry?" she asked, worry in her voice. She looked at the cuts on Seb's abdomen. None of them were bad.
Bringing her mouth in for a kiss with his hand, Sebastian shook his head. "Not necessarily. You're not playing his game, but he's not upset enough to do anything lethal about it... yet. You have some temporary leeway to adjust to him... and us. This is the least of what we do, Molly Hooper. You best be prepared to do more than simple knife play the next time he summons you." Sebastian lifted his hips and thrust into Molly, kissing her again. "Let's finish what we started here... if you want. Jim... Jim is the authority when it is the three of us, but when he's not around, and it's just you and me, you have the authority—unless we've been given contrary orders by him previously. If you want to go home right now, we can get you there."
Molly kissed him back, gasping as Sebastian thrust into her. "I don't know how to hurt people... God... I don't want to think about it now..." She kissed him back again, nodding. "Yes... Yes... Finishing would be good. No. I don't want to go home. Yet..." She nuzzled his neck, closing her eyes.
