Opening my eyes is rather difficult. I didn't really sleep much waking up every few hours. However, this time as I open my eyes to the sunlight shining through the windows and momentarily blinding me I know I can't go back to sleep. I sit up and wipe the grit out my eyes before, carefully getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom. There I use the bathroom, brush my teeth and take a much needed shower. The shower wakes me up but, not by much. Wrapping a towel around my body I look at myself in the mirror. My eyes have faint bags underneath them and my skin is deadly pale. My lips are chapped and what used to be a dark pink are now an alarmingly color of pale pink. My face and body doesn't have much meat on their bones which is to be expected. Having breakdowns like the one I had yesterday don't happen often but, when it does it takes it's toll on my body. Reaching up I watch myself touch my hair and rub the strands between my fingers. It's dry, very dry and rough and knotted, which is also to be expected. I've been constantly dying my hair and no matter how much I try to moisturize it, it seems to be never enough. Saying I'm surprised that it grew a great length is an understatement. However, I don't want this hair. I've always wanted to get it cut and when I told my mother this, her reaction did not disappoint.

Looking into the mirror I try to French braid my hair. The key word is try. My arms are already tired from washing and combing my hair. After that trying to do my hair is like trying to style my hair with wet noodles. It's too much of a burden to keep doing this every day. It would be easier to just leave it out but, my hair isn't like other girls. If it hits the heat or if I do too much activity it gets frizzy and knotted much to my mother's dismay. I sigh giving up on french braiding my hair and an idea pops into my head. Why don't I just cut it? Opening the bathroom door I put on my yellow sundress and yellow ballet flats. Once I'm dressed appropriately I rush out my bedroom door and to my mother's room. I stop in front of the baby blue door decorated with the words TOBY and catch my breath. If she caught me running she would surely scold me and send me out without hearing what I had to say. Taking a deep breath I knock on the door waiting for sign or saying letting me know I could enter. "Come in," she says and I open the door to a boy's nursery. I never knew why she had it in here. All I knew was that if I needed to find her she'd always be here. When I asked her about it she first spat angry words at me, then burst into tears saying words that I've heard but, never knew the meaning of. Taking it as a bad subject I never brought it up again. When I open the door I find her in a rocking chair mending her dress that father ruined in a fit of rage.

"What do you need Rose," she asks nicely and I silently thank God that she's in a good mood. "Well I was doing my hair and this idea came into my head and- come out with it", she snaps interrupting me. Seeing her temper rising I rush out the next set of words. "IwaswonderingifIcouldcutmyhair." She raises a brow in confusion and I can see she's getting angrier so I hurry again to say the next set of words but, this time a little slower. "I was wondering if I can cut my hair." She drops the dress she's making and stares at me, her face getting red with anger. "What," she asks with gritted teeth. I opens my mouth to say it again but, I'm again interrupted when a hand slaps me across the face, so hard that I fall to the floor. I get over the shock pretty quickly and hold my cheek, staring up at her. "Why would you want to cut your hair," she asks seething and even though she fazed it as a question I know not to answer. "It's so pretty," she whispered reaching out a hand. I flinch back but, still she crept closer and put my red strands between her finger. She then pats my head and I begin to relax. Then she grabs a hand full my hair and yanks it. "You don't want this beautiful hair?" She yanks it again and I scream. "Fine then." She yanks it so hard that when she pulls her hand back a clump of hair is in her hand. I shriek and put my arms protectively over my head. "No don't cover your hair up. You don't want your hair." She grabs my arms and tries to forcefully pry my arms from my head. "No," I cry out. "I want my hair. I WANT MY HAIR." The hands immediately stop and slowly I uncover my head to see my smiling mother. "Now go fix your hair we have company coming over," she say now all smiles. Getting up I run to my room sobbing the whole way.

I put my head on the shorter patch of hair and grimace at the memory. After that I never complained about my hair. But now I'm not with my mother, I'm with Sebastian. Should I tell him what I want? How will he react? Sighing I walk out of the bathroom turning my head to see the switch for the exhaust fan, only to realize there's no need. I was in the bathroom so long that all the fog has cleared up. I shake my head in exhaustion. Turning off the light I turn my head and scream. There sitting on my bed was Sebastian with fabric in his hand, watching me with an amused look. "Good-morning Rose." I shiver but, not from the cold. His hair is tousled looking like he just got out of bed. He's wearing a navy blue button up shirt with the top few buttons undone showing off his delicious creamy skin. He's also wearing light blue jeans that are a second skin just like his shirt, showing off his muscular frame. He looks ravishing. His lips twitches. "Like what you see?" I blush and his lips split into a handsome grin. He cocks his finger towards him and my feet automatically start moving. I stop once I'm only an inch away and suddenly my body feels cold.

I squeal when I realize Sebastian just took the towel from my body, it being exposed. "Relax Rose I'm just going to get you ready for lounge day." I furrow my brows confused. Lounge Day? Well lounge means to relax so I guess we're relaxing right, but, why? I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't notice him squirting lotion on his hand until some land on me. I squeal and cover up my lady parts, or lack of them. "Rose come on, it won't be that bad," he soothes. I shake my head and take a step back. "If you cooperate then I'll be done faster." I'm about to protest but, the look that he gives me has me sighing in defeat and slowly putting my arms to my sides. "See that wasn't hard," Sebastian coos. His warm hands rub over my arms. "So soft," he whispers. I blush. Here I am a 17 year old girl getting lathered in lotion by a 30-something year old man I haven't even known for more than 2 days. Slut. I'm about to tell the voice in my head to shove it when I fingertip brushes over my left nipple. I jump and bite my lip. Ooo that felt good. Again a finger brushes my nipple. I moan. Realizing what I just did my eyes snap to Sebastian's only to see them dance with mischief. He lifts his other hand and flicks my nipple making me let out another moan. He circles my nipple and this time instead of flicking it he pinches. Hard and it causes me to moan. Loudly. "Looks like my girl likes a little pain." I blush as he leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth. I squeal in surprise before, moaning in pleasure. He swirls his tongue around my nipple and I put my fingers through his hair grabbing it to keep it in place. He then nips and sucks and bites all over my skin and I squeeze my thighs together in pleasure. I feel my lady parts get wet and I squeeze my thighs together even tighter. I would die in embarrassment if my juices slid down my thighs. He pulls away and I whine wanting more. "Looks like my baby's needy." I blush in embarrassment, my face already red from arousal.

He chuckles darkly and tells me to raise my arms. It takes a while for my flustered state to go away and realize that he's only putting a shirt on me. I furrow my brows in confusion. What about a bra? "You don't need one babe." Did I say that out loud? "Yes." I blush. I really have to stop doing that or I'll accidentally let him know something I don't want him to know like that I think he's super-hot. "Thanks babe." O my gosh. "I'm sorry," I groan burying my embarrassed face into my hands. Sebastian grabs my hand and pulls them from my face. "Don't apologize babe, I like that you think I'm hot." His smile and red tinted cheeks causes me to giggle. "Now wait here and let me get you some underwear," he says sternly. I sigh and wait for him to walk inside of the closet to crawl onto the bed and lay on my back closing my eyes to try and catch some sleep.

I can feel my body relax and I'm just about to fall asleep when I feel warm fingers dancing up my thighs. Whining I move my thighs away trying to fall asleep. A few seconds later the warm fingers are back and instead of dancing up my thighs, they yank apart my thighs. I gasp, my eyes snap open and I prop myself on my elbows. There with his head hovering... down there is Sebastian looking up at me with lust filled eyes. "I thought I told you to wait where you were," he says, his hot breath on my lady parts making them tingle. I open my mouth to reply but, his tongue roughly thrust itself inside me causing me to scream. O. My. God. I cry out as he continues to lick me and soon starts to suck so hard I feel as if he's going to suck out my insides.

It feels so good, I think as I ride the wave of pleasure. I begin panting and just as I think it isn't going to get any better his fingers find their way to my clit, pinching it. I again cry out, bucking my hips. He chuckles and pulls away causing me to cry out but, not of pleasure. "Relax my needy Rose," he says and thrusts two fingers inside me causing me to let out a loud moan. He continues to thrust his fingers in and out of me and I feel something building. I need more. "Please Sebastian," I beg. He stops and I groan in frustration. I look up at him frustrated but, it all disappears when I see the dark look he gives me. "That's not my name," he growls. I look at him confused, too angry to actually think. "What do you mean," I say angrily. "That's not my name." Realization dawns and I bite my lip. "Say it Rose." I continue to stay silent. "Say. It. Rosaline." He thrusts two fingers in me and I moan but, he stops and again I groan in frustration. Fine. "Daddy," I cry out and moan when he again starts pleasuring me. "Daddy please," I beg but, what am I begging for. He seems to understand though because he adds two more fingers making me scream at the fullness. I feel something building and building until I'm at the edge. Of what? I don't know. I begin to roll my hips even more aggressively needing to get the edge off. "Seems like my baby's about to cum." I lift my hips off the bed trying to get more friction, anything to get this edge off. He pulls his fingers out almost all the way. "Come for me Rose." He plunges deep within me and I fall of the edge. "Daddy," I scream. He continues to thrust in and out of me as I ride my high. He only takes his fingers out of me when I finally calm down. And it's when I calm down that I realize what just happened. I blush. I can't believe I just did that. But the embarrassment doesn't stop there. Sebastian to-my horror-lifts his fingers coated with my juices and puts them into his mouth, licking them clean. O. My. Gosh, I think my heart just stopped. "Mmm delicious." My face and the rest of my body is on fire. I'm so embarrassed that I. Want. To. Die. I cover my face and curl into a ball. I hear laughter that get farther away before, getting closer again. I ignore him and continue to die of embarrassment until something wet touches my...lady parts. I squeal and close my legs only to have them pried open again. "Rosaline stay still." His tone is stern and against my will my legs part. Curse you body, I inwardly yell. He grabs a wash cloth and it's then I realize that he's cleaning me up. I sigh and relax in his hold and when I'm all cleaned up he puts the wash cloth on my bedside table and grabs a pair of pink panties, I didn't know he grabbed. Grabbing my feet he puts each foot through the each hole and slides the panties up my legs, and makes me lift my hips. When my underwear is on properly he lifts me up and puts me on his hips. I sigh. "I can walk myself," I slur, and I frown. Why am I slurring? He ignores me and keeps walking. Tired of sitting up, I put my head in the crook of his neck. I don't realize how much our...play session took out of me until I close my eyes and instantly fall asleep.