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  Waking Sebastian

  By Melinda Barron

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  http://www.resplendencepublishing.com

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  P.O. Box 992

  Edgewater, Florida, 32132

  Waking Sebastian

  Copyright © 2009, Melinda Barron

  Edited by Tiffany Mason

  Cover art by Rika Singh

  Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-029-3

  Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  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

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Author’s Note

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Florida, 1823

  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.

  Chapter One

  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 yo
u 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.

  Poor Charles. He’d been frustrated the whole manuscript. I made him too horny. Maybe I should go back and tone him down a bit.

  A soft breeze from the ocean filtered through the gauzy curtains. Rising from her chair, Michelle walked to the full-length windows and pushed the material aside.

  Almost five in the morning with the Atlantic Ocean just steps away, and here she sat in front of a computer writing a sex scene that had gone horribly wrong.

  Her sex scenes had never gone wrong in the past. Her characters always enjoyed a little heavy petting before the wedding. What was the problem this time? Was Charles too aggressive? Was Hannah too much of a prude?

  Michelle pushed Charles and Hannah to the back of her mind and stepped out onto the balcony.

  From her third-story perch, she could see the tops of palm trees and sand lit by soft moonlight. The ocean pounded against the beach and the smell of the sea tickled her nose.

  A walk on the beach would clear her brain.

  Returning inside, Michelle hunted in her still-packed suitcase for sandals and told Charles, who had resumed his presence in her head, to behave. He answered with a grunt and Michelle laughed.

  “Don’t worry. I won’t give you a three-inch dick. And I’ll fix the problem. I promise. I just don’t know how yet.”

  “I know you’ll find a way,” Charles answered with a grateful sigh.

  Despite her assurances, she was still not sure his dick would not shrink by the next chapter. These characters were like all the other she’d written: they came to life in her mind, talking to her, telling her what should happen next. Except in this case, they were leading her down the wrong path and things weren’t turning out exactly as she’d planned.

  Michelle ran down the steps that curved downward from her third floor balcony and followed the short path to the beach.

  The cove was even more gorgeous up close. Her friend Kate’s new husband, Mark, had set up a beautiful beach area. When Michelle had arrived at Kate’s house earlier in the day, her explorations revealed a cabana with bathing suits of various sizes and large fluffy towels. A long wooden bench set a few feet back from the surf. Sitting next to the bench was a table with four chairs.

  Kate had hit the big time, with a new husband rich enough to have his own private cove in Florida, and a beautiful old Victorian house to remodel. Michelle smiled as she thought of her friend. It was just like Kate to invite her to come for a visit, and then disappear before Michelle arrived.

  “Be back in a few days,” the note had said. “Make yourself at home. The housekeeper will get you anything you need. Kisses.”

  She’d been angry at first, but then realized she needed this time alone. She was working on a deadline, and if things turned around, she could finish the book and get it to her editor before Kate and Mark returned.

  Michelle kicked off her shoes and waded into the ocean. The water felt cool as it washed over her travel swollen feet. The ocean called to her and she sighed in pleasure as the soft waves lapped against her ankles and calves. The water provided a wonderful burst of delight that shot through her body, almost as if fingers massaged her skin. It was definitely better than sitting in front of a computer.

  The best laid plans of mice and men…screw writing. So what if her deadline was in two weeks. Kate wouldn’t be back for a few days and she’d have plenty of times to fix her problem with Charles and Hannah.

  Once inside the cabana, she stripped and located a bathing suit that would fit her extra large body. Kate had all sizes, and it took just a few moments to locate a size eighteen. She shuddered as she examined the material. Nothing like a little bathing skirt to remind a woman she wasn’t a size four.

  A grin split her face as she threw the offending clothing over her shoulder. She was alone on a private beach. Skinny-dipping was in order, no matter what size she was. She grabbed a towel and headed into the cool night air.

  The ocean breeze caressed her skin and her nipples peaked. This was a dream come true. Swimming naked in Atlantic at dawn. The only thing that would make it better would be a strapping male to use as a flotation device.

  The cold, invigorating water wrapped around her ankles, her thighs and then her waist. When the waves hit her breasts, she sighed with pleasure and dove under the surface. The ocean water felt wanton, decedent against her bare skin.

  Michelle bobbed in and out, heading just a little ways out into the cove, being careful not to go too far. She had no idea how deep this area was, or what sort of creatures she would run into.

  When she put her feet down and didn’t find purchase until her head was submerged, she moved her legs, treading water. The water caressed her breasts and she wished once more for a man by her side. Okay, not next to her, but between her thighs. They could have a nice long fuck in the Atlantic. Ocean sex would help feed her creative side. It might help her figure out a solution to Charles’ problem. And it would feel oh so nice. The thought made her smile.

  It was the first time in six months she’d wanted a man. Wanted sex for herself. Her breakup with Justin had been ugly and she knew that was part of the problem she was having with Charles and Hannah. She was projecting her ill will about Justin, and men in general, onto poor Hannah. And she’d made Charles a little too smug. A little too arrogant. He needed more compassion. He should be more caring, more seductive.

  Michelle ducked under the water and swam out a little farther. Then she turned and swam back toward shore. She shivered from the breeze as she made her way across the sand to the bench, covering it with a towel. She sat down and stretched out her legs and raised her face to the fading moonlight.

  A huge sigh escaped her lips, and as was her custom, she started talking to her muse. In this case, Charles.

  “Do you think I need to go back and rewrite chapter four? The first time you touch Hannah she needs to respond with pleasure, not suspicion. She should allow you to caress her neck, her breasts. Tweak her nipples gently.”

  “Like this maybe?” The voice was low and Michelle sighed as large male hands stroked her neck and slid down to her breasts.

  “Yes, like that. Damn, but this
sea air has made you very real Charles. Keep going. Let’s get those juices flowing. Creative juices I mean.”

  Low laughter filled the air. “And by tweak do you mean this?” Fingers stroked her nipples, gathering them in a strong grasp that gently squeezed. If swimming in the ocean produced this daydream, she had to come back. Often.

  Michelle moaned and Charles joined her, his deep voice making her already aroused body quiver with need. His hands caressed her breasts and wetness began to flow between her thighs.

  “Yes, just like that,” she whispered.

  The muse’s hands continued to stroke her breasts. “What is the problem you’re trying to work out?”

  Charles’ voice sounded deeper than it had earlier and Michelle frowned. His accent wasn’t as pronounced as it had been. He seemed more laid back. Maybe a little too laid back. She needed to work on that. The strong hands moved from her breasts to her shoulders and back again, the contact making her spine tingle.

  “Well, how about the fact that Hannah ran screaming from the room when she saw your cock? That’s a major problem.” Michelle relaxed against his probing hands. “There is no trust between you. I need to build trust. I need to change Hannah, but how?”

  Hands continued to stroke her and laughter filled the air. “Perhaps she needs to be more adventurous. Like a beautiful woman who would swim naked in the ocean, alone.”

  “It was the call of the sea,” Michelle said. “And it’s a good thing a muse can be anything I want. Not many men think I’m beautiful.”

  “You’re so very beautiful,” he murmured as his hands continued to caress her gently. “Your dark hair looks like silk. Your breasts are full and sweet. Your skin is soft like rose petals. And I’m sure your quim would fit perfectly around me. Perhaps if Charles saw this in Hannah, she would trust him enough to open for him as a flower opens for a bee. Will my beautiful flower open for me?”