"I just want to make you feel better." Chloe reciprocated his move by holding his face in her hands too, she held his gaze trying to figure out what he was possibly thinking at that moment. As he looked back at her, he was momentarily torn over whether he should take up her offer. He felt his anger turning towards her; he wanted her, he wanted to lose himself in her and try to forget the decision that had taken the race away from him. He needed to vent his anger somewhere and on someone, and she was willing to be that person for him. Suddenly he wanted to punish her, to take what he wanted from her body and give her nothing back. He wanted to claim her and to win her. Chloe studied his face, taking in his frown lines that were etched into his tanned skin, his soft lips that felt so good against her own and his eyes that she lost herself in on a daily basis. In the blink of an eye his lips were on hers again and he pushed her back a couple of steps until her back hit the door with a loud thud making her wince in pain. She wrapped her arms around him in a feeble effort to calm him as he kissed her as though he was desperately feeding on her. She tried to match his kisses with her own but he was kissing her so aggressively that he was starting to hurt her lips. At the same time, though, she could feel her body start to come alive in the way that only Seb could achieve as he slowed a little to bite down and pull on her bottom lip. He quickly undone her red jeans and then slid a hand up under her top. Wanting to help him out she went to remove her top but was stopped as he batted her hands away.
"No, I'm doing it." He muttered with his lips still against hers, biting down again on her lip to remind her that he was in charge. He pulled away to remove her top and then her bra, throwing them to the floor with an angry flourish. He then began a sensuous assault on her neck with his mouth as he squeezed her breasts to the point that she knew he'd leave them bruised. She could feel him nip an area of skin on her neck with his teeth which he followed by sucking until he left a mark. Thinking that maybe a little skin to skin contact might help she put her hands on his team shirt and went to pull it up, again he stopped her, grabbing her wrists he pinned her arms above her head and he pressed his forehead to hers. "Nein." Anger was still evident in his voice as he released her wrists to step back and removed his t-shirt. Reaching for her he yanked down her jeans making the friction from the fabric burn her thighs, he lowered himself down to remove them from her ankles, letting her lean on his shoulder to step out of them. A ghost of a smile graced his lips as he saw the white lace thong she was wearing. "Keep this on." His tone was a demand, not a request and he hooked his fingers under the elastic to pull on it before letting it snap back against her skin. "You're not on your period?" He asked as he moved to stand upright.
"No, not yet." She replied quietly. She wasn't sure she was ready for this, he had a wild look to him as he put his hands at the backs of her thighs and lifted her, she felt the force of his strength as he pressed her into the door using his body. She could feel him impatiently tug his shorts down just enough to free his erection and then yank her underwear to one side, she wrapped her legs around his waist and linked her hands together at the back of his neck to hold on. Seb could feel her body tense against him, she was bracing herself and he looked at her to see her face full of apprehension but her eyes showing her arousal. It was quite a mix; he could tell she wasn't ready for this but he didn't care and he pushed roughly into her.
"Fuck!" He grunted angrily as he felt her tense and squeeze him inside her, making her feel tighter than she usually did. He closed his eyes for a second as he eased out of her a little before slamming back in. He heard her let out a little whimper, he didn't know if it was from pain or pleasure. She pressed her face against his shoulder and held on tightly to him as he thrust into her, pressing her harder to the door over and over. Her eyes closed and she pursed her lips together at the stabbing pain she felt as he filled her, making her take more than she felt her body really could. Without warning he let go of her and pulled out of her and she stood for a second, leaning against the door with her legs shaking. "That chair, hold on to the back of it and bend over for me." He barked and pointed to the white chair that was in his changing room. Chloe said nothing and did as he asked, hoping that a change in position would ease the pain. He removed his shorts and boxers, and within seconds he was back inside her, he took hold of her hair which she'd had tied back in a ponytail and gave it a sharp tug while his fingers dug in to her hip as he held her in position. The grunts and groans he let out sounded agonized and filled the room along with the sound of his skin hitting against hers. Chloe remained silent with her eyes closed as she let him take what he needed, the pain she felt with every thrust had lessened and was now a dull ache that was overtaken by the pain of his fingers digging in to her hip. He removed his hand, leaving her wondering where it would land next, she didn't have to wait long to find out as it landed with a harsh, stinging smack on her behind. Her eyes popped open with shock and she couldn't stop the cry that left her mouth. Before she could even begin to process what he'd just done he pulled hard on her hair, making her stand and press her back against his hot, sweaty torso. The hand that had made that stinging contact with her behind was now at her throat, her eyes widened and she felt the first flickers of fear erupt in her chest.
"Seb, no." She tried to speak loud enough for him to hear but she knew that really, he was too far gone to even register that she was speaking. She found herself willing for this to be over. His pace slowed and his thrusts became harder and the hand he'd been holding her ponytail with was now squeezing her left breast while his other hand remained at her throat, applying pressure. She started to panic. "Sebastian. No. Stop." She grabbed at his wrist, digging her nails in.
"Shit." He hissed in pain before slamming into her one more time. "Oh fuck! Oh yes!" He cried out, releasing his hand from her throat and a string of swear words fell from his lips as he held her tightly against him while he came hard inside her. He moved slowly, riding it out, he was now panting for breath and she could feel his body shake along with hers, except that hers was through fear. She shut her eyes tightly to try and stop the tears that wanted to escape as she felt fear and relief mixing together inside her. As Seb regained his senses he could feel her still tense body shaking in his arms, he eased himself out of her and began to softly nuzzle and kiss her shoulder and neck as guilt washed over him. He felt her begin to relax so he turned her around to face him. "Liebe, look at me." Her eyes were still tightly shut. "Please Chloe." He whispered. Her eyes opened letting a few tears escape. "I've hurt you. I'm so sorry." He pulled her over to the side. Leaning against the wall he slid down to the floor, taking her with him and he pulled her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and showered her head and face with kisses.
"It's ok." She spoke softly after sitting quietly with him for a couple of minutes.
"It's not, I've left marks on you." He traced his fingers over the bruises that were forming on her breasts and placed a kiss on the angry looking mark that had blossomed on her neck. "I've made you cry." He pressed his forehead to the side of her face before gingerly placing his fingers under her chin to turn her head to face him.
"I'm ok, really." She wiped the stray tears away quickly. "Please, don't apologise and don't worry." She put her hand on her lower abdomen, aware of the dull ache inside her, Seb slid his hand slowly and lightly down her side and then moved her hand to replace it with his own. The heat from his hand felt comforting and she showed her gratitude by placing her lips on his. The fear she'd felt only a few minutes ago had evaporated and she now felt safe and treasured nestled against his body.
"I'm sorry." He whispered against her lips.
"Seb, don't." She pulled back.
"You told me to stop." He said as her words suddenly echoed in his mind, he lifted his hand from her body and examined the nail marks she'd left on his wrist.
"You did." She placed a hand on his face.
"Only after I'd come." His eyes met hers, full of remorse.
"Stop right there Sebastian. I told you to take it out on me, remember? I wanted to make you feel better and I'd do it again if you wanted me to. Please, don't go overthinking this." She stroked his face with her thumb. "I did make you feel better, didn't I?" She smiled.
"You did, it's just that you told me to stop, I was too far gone." He shook his head.
"For a split second, I panicked, but I know you'd have stopped before it got too far." She leant in and placed a few little kisses on his lips. "I'm fine, as you can see." A knock on the door made them both jump.
"Sebastian, debrief when you are ready." Riccardo's voice called through the door.
"I'll be there in a couple of minutes." Seb called back. Chloe leaned back to look at him; the angry racing driver seemed to have gone and her boyfriend was now looking back at her.
"Ok?" She asked, smiling.
"Yeah." He took a deep breath.
"I'm not convinced." She took hold of his hand that had been resting on her. "You needed to let go and I was more than happy to let you use me, please remember that."
"I love you so much, I really do not know what I would do without you." He slipped a hand to the back of her head and pulled her in for a final kiss. "We have to move." He sighed.
"We do." She agreed and reluctantly moved from his lap. They stood up and began to gather their clothes up, redressing as they found them. Seb stopped and watched as she put her bra back on, there were visible marks on her breasts and her hip where he'd been holding on to her. Although he felt guilty the marks looked kind of hot to him, proof if anyone else saw them that she belonged to him. His phone rang, breaking his gaze on her and he quickly crossed the room to answer it. Chloe listened to him as he spoke while she pulled her jeans back on and then found her top on the floor. Speaking in German, she figured it must either be someone in his family or Hannah. He sounded concerned and looked at her as he spoke, when she heard her name in his conversation her curiosity peaked. He ran a hand through his hair and looked anxiously at her. She then heard Hannah's name followed by Leonie's and he shook his head while rubbing his forehead, she started to worry. After a few minutes he finished his call and sighed. "Is something wrong?" She asked, he looked agitated.
"That was my mother, Hannah is there with the girls. Leonie is sick with a virus, Anna has passed away and Hannah is a mess." He replied.
"Her cousin?"
"Yeah, we got her to Switzerland for extra care but she died this morning. Hannah's in pieces." He pulled his team shirt over his head.
"Shit Seb, I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?" She tucked her top back into her jeans, Seb looked at her, uneasy.
"She needs my help." He slipped his phone into his pocket. "Her parents are away on holiday and my parents will be travelling with Fabian for his next race."
"Oh." Chloe knew what was coming.
"I'm going to Heppenheim as soon as we get back home." He looked at her, preparing himself for her reaction.
"You do what you have to do." She replied, her voice monotone, she didn't want to react. She knew he'd want to travel there alone and that it meant he'd be spending time with Hannah. She thought of Leonie and then Mia, they needed their father and she would never get in the way of them seeing him. Seb tried to hide his surprise, this was not the reaction he'd been expecting. "You should get to debrief, you're late already." She forced a smile.
"I love you, my amazing lady." He walked over to her and pressed his lips to her forehead.
"I love you too, now go, you're late." She pressed a hand on his chest and rolled her eyes as he stole one more kiss before leaving the room. "Fucking hell." She muttered the second the door had closed. She didn't like the thought of him spending time with her, not one little bit.