A shiver ran down her spine as Sebastian moved his hips against her, the heat in her belly spreading to the rest of her body. The dirty things he said only made the ache worse, and she knew she would need to seek out privacy later to soothe it. Sebastian's dirty talk only made it worse. No guy had ever told Darcy she was more important than anything else in the world, and while the rational part of her mind knew that he only wanted her body, to use it for his own pleasure, holding even that much power over him was intoxicating.
It would be so easy to become lost in the moment, Darcy willed herself to draw back, staring at Sebastian and breathing unevenly. Timidly, she reached between them, stroking over the front of his pants. This all felt so much like a give and take that Darcy could forget, for a short time, that she was his slave and instead pretend that they were lovers.
She pressed her hand harder against him before leaning in to capture his lips again, gradually becoming more confident in herself and her actions. It very well might have been the alcohol which lent her the courage to be so bold, but regardless of its origin, she reveled in it.