The Billionaire’s Secret 🥀 | Part 14: Saturday Indulgence (Patreon)

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.

Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the tall windows of the house as Sebastian led me down a quiet corridor I had not explored before. He pushed open a set of double doors to reveal a private spa room bathed in warm, golden light. The space smelled of cedar and faint lavender. Pale marble floors gleamed underfoot, and two wide massage tables stood side by side in the center, covered with crisp white linens. Two tall, broad-shouldered masseurs waited near the far wall, hands clasped behind their backs, expressions calm and professional.

I stopped short in the doorway. “You didn’t have to do this.”

Sebastian glanced back at me, one brow lifted. “I absolutely did.”

He stepped forward and nodded once. The first masseur, the one Sebastian had greeted earlier, inclined his head. “Hello, Mr. Blackwell. Hope you are having a good day.”

Sebastian’s smile widened slightly. “Better by the minute.”

The masseur gestured toward the second man beside him. “Sir, this is Luca. He’ll be taking care of Mr. Hartley this afternoon.”

Luca offered a polite nod. I felt my face heat. Personal masseurs. The idea that Sebastian had arranged professionals to come to the house just for this moment settled somewhere between awe and disbelief. This was not a world I belonged to, yet here I was, standing in it.

Sebastian moved to one table and began undressing without hesitation. I followed suit, stripping down completely until I was naked. The air felt cool against my bare skin. Marcus stepped forward with two thick white towels, draping one over Sebastian’s hips as he lay face-down, then crossing to me and placing the second over my lower body before turning away respectfully. Luca did the same for Sebastian, then both masseurs positioned themselves at our tables.

I lay face-down first, the heated surface of the table pressing pleasantly against my chest and stomach. Sebastian settled on the table beside mine. Marcus began with Sebastian, warm oil drizzling across his back in slow streams. Luca started with me, his hands strong and precise, working the tension from my shoulders, down the length of my spine, kneading into the muscles of my lower back and thighs. Every press released a quiet sigh from me. I turned my head slightly toward Sebastian. “This is… a lot.”

Sebastian’s eyes met mine, dark and amused. “You deserve it.”

I huffed a small laugh, face half-buried in the padded headrest. “I’m not used to this.”“You’ll get used to it,” he said simply, voice low and certain.

I turned my head on the rest so I could see him properly. Our tables were close enough that I could make out the way the oil caught the light on his shoulders, the slow rise and fall of his back as Marcus worked the muscles there. Sebastian had turned his own head toward me, cheek resting on the padded ring, eyes half-lidded but fixed on my face.

“Seriously,” I said, keeping my voice quiet so it would not carry to the two men working on us. “This feels like something out of a movie. I mean… two masseurs? In your house? On a Saturday?”

Sebastian’s mouth curved, small and private. “I like things done right.”

I rolled my eyes, though the gesture was mostly hidden against the cushion. “That’s one way to put it.”

Luca’s hands moved up the backs of my thighs again, thumbs pressing into the spots that still ached faintly from the night before. I let out an involuntary sigh and felt Sebastian’s gaze sharpen.

“Still sore?” he asked.

“A little,” I admitted. “You were… thorough.”

His low chuckle vibrated through the quiet room. “Good.”

I felt my face heat. Luca’s hands paused for half a second, professional as ever, then continued without comment. Marcus mirrored the movement on Sebastian’s legs, the two of them working in perfect, silent sync.

Sebastian’s voice dropped even lower. “You tense up when you’re thinking too much.”

“I’m not thinking too much,” I lied.

“You are.” He shifted his arm so his fingers could brush the edge of my table, just close enough to graze my forearm. “Relax. Let them do their job.”

I exhaled slowly, trying to follow the instruction. Luca’s palms slid up my lower back again, spreading fresh oil in wide circles. The warmth sank deep, loosening the last knots I had not even realized were there. Sebastian watched me the whole time, eyes steady and dark.

“Better?” he asked after a minute.

“Yeah,” I said, voice softer now. “Much better.”

“Good.” His fingers flexed once against my arm, a small, possessive touch. “I like seeing you like this. Taken care of.”

The words landed warm in my chest. I wanted to say something clever, something to deflect, but the oil and the hands and his gaze made everything feel slow and heavy. Instead I just held his eyes, letting the moment stretch.

Luca moved to my shoulders again, thumbs digging gently into the base of my neck. I groaned quietly. Sebastian’s smile turned satisfied.

A little while later, Marcus finished with Sebastian’s back and stepped back to wipe his hands. Luca did the same with me a moment later when Sebastian gestured to them to leave. Both men thanked us quietly, gathered their oils and towels, and left the room without another word. The door closed with a soft click, leaving only the hum of the ventilation and the faint echo of our breathing.Sebastian rolled onto his back, the towel slipping low across his hips. His cock lay thick and heavy against his lower stomach, already half-hard from the massage and the weight of my gaze. He looked up at me, eyes dark and steady, the same quiet authority that had pinned me from the very first night.

“Come here,” he said, voice low and even, not a request but a gentle command wrapped in warmth.

I shifted onto his table, knees bracketing his hips. The oil still made our skin glide wherever we touched. I leaned down first, kissing him slow and deep, tasting the faint salt of his skin mixed with the eucalyptus lingering in the air. His hands settled on my thighs, thumbs stroking the inside seams in long, deliberate sweeps. When I pulled back he caught my lower lip between his teeth, tugging gently before releasing.

“Lower,” he murmured.

I kissed down his throat, feeling the pulse jump under my mouth. His collarbone, the flat plane of his chest, the tight peak of one nipple; I took it between my lips, sucking softly while my tongue circled. He exhaled through his nose, one hand sliding into my hair, fingers threading through the strands without pulling. Just holding. Guiding.

“Keep going,” he said, voice rougher now but still controlled. “Show me how much you want it.”

My cock throbbed against his stomach as I moved lower, lips tracing the defined ridges of his abs, tongue dipping into the shallow valleys between them. The oil made every slide slippery and warm. When I reached his hips I hooked my fingers into the towel and threw it on the floor. His cock sprang up fully hard now, thick and flushed, the head glistening. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking once, feeling him pulse hot against my palm.

Sebastian groaned low, hips lifting into the touch. “That’s it. Take your time.”

I leaned in and licked a slow, flat stripe from root to tip, savoring the clean, salty taste of him. His thighs tensed under me. I circled the head with my tongue, lapping at the slit, collecting the bead of pre-cum that welled there. He hissed softly, fingers tightening in my hair.“Look at me when you suck me,” he said quietly.

I lifted my eyes. His gaze was locked on mine, dark and intense, the corner of his mouth curved in that small, possessive smile.

“Good boy,” he murmured. “Now take it all in.”

I opened my mouth and slid down slowly, letting him fill my mouth with every inch of his cock. The stretch was perfect, his thickness pressing against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked gently, tongue swirling around the underside as I took him deeper. When the head nudged the back of my throat I relaxed, breathing through my nose, sinking until my lips met the base.

Sebastian groaned, long and low, hips rocking once in a shallow thrust. “Fuck… just like that.”

I hummed around him, the vibration drawing another rough sound from his chest. I pulled back slowly, lips dragging along the shaft, saliva coating him until the slide was smooth and wet. Then I plunged down again, setting a steady, sensual rhythm…deep, deliberate, savoring every inch.

His breathing grew ragged. The hand in my hair flexed, guiding without forcing, matching the pace I set. “You feel so fucking good,” he rasped. “So warm… so perfect around me.”

I moaned softly, the sound muffled around his cock. My own cock ached against his legs, leaking steadily, but I focused on him…on the way his abs contracted with each slow thrust, on the low, alpha growls rumbling from his throat, on the way his eyes never left mine even as pleasure tightened his features.“Mhhmm, fuck yes Evan”

He thickened further, the head swelling against the back of my throat. I swallowed around him, working my tongue along the underside, stroking the base with my hand in time with my mouth. His hips rocked up once, twice, shallow but insistent.

“Close,” he warned, voice strained. “Don’t fucking..stop.”

I didn’t. I sucked harder, cheeks hollowed, tongue pressing flat against him. His body tensed, thighs trembling beneath me, abs locking tight. With a broken groan he came, hot pulses spilling over my tongue. I swallowed every drop, milking him through the aftershocks until he shuddered and went still.

I pulled off slowly, kissing the softening head, then crawled back up his body. He met me halfway, cupping my face and kissing me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close against his chest as our breathing slowed.

We stayed like that for a long while, skin warm, hearts beating in tandem on the heated table

──Later that evening Sebastian led me up a staircase to the rooftop terrace. The city sprawled below us, lights glittering in every direction. A small hibachi grill station waited near the edge, flames already dancing under the care of a personal chef who greeted us with a quiet nod and began preparing the meal without a word. The table was set simply but perfectly: crisp white linen, two plates, heavy crystal glasses, and a single candle flickering between us.

Sebastian pulled out my chair. I sat, still wrapped in the faint scent of massage oil and him. Sebastian took his seat across from me. Moments later a butler appeared, silent and efficient, carrying a bottle cradled in a white cloth. He presented it to Sebastian with a slight bow.

“Domaine d’Auvenay Chevalier-Montrachet 2013,” Sebastian said casually, inspecting the label before nodding once. The butler poured pale gold liquid into my glass, then Sebastian’s, and withdrew without a sound.

I lifted the glass, inhaling the rich, buttery aroma. “This probably costs more than my rent.”

Sebastian’s mouth curved in that small, unapologetic smile. “Haha, let's not worry about that. Tonight it’s just wine.”

We ate slowly, the food rich and perfectly seasoned. The chef worked the hibachi with quiet precision, searing wagyu beef medallions until they glistened, grilling fresh scallops that released a faint ocean scent, arranging seasonal vegetables in delicate patterns. Every dish arrived hot and fragrant, plated like art. Conversation drifted between us. He asked about my latest design project, listened with real attention when I described the client’s impossible revisions. I asked about his work, careful not to push too deep. He answered in broad strokes, mentioning deals and boardroom meetings, but his eyes stayed on me the entire time.

Halfway through the meal I set my fork down. “So… you’ve known that lawyer guy for a while? Tyler, right? He seemed to know you well.”

Sebastian swirled his wine, watching the liquid catch the candlelight. “Voss? Yeah. He’s my go-to guy for cases like this. Handles my personal business quietly. Always does.”

I nodded, smiling outwardly. Inside the phrase settled oddly. My go-to guy. Casual, possessive in a different way. Not jealousy exactly, just a quiet awareness that he had people like that in his life. People who weren’t me.

Sebastian noticed the slight pause. He reached across the table and brushed his thumb over my knuckles. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Just… enjoying this.”

He held my gaze a moment longer, then lifted my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist. “Good.”

The chef cleared the plates silently and left us alone on the terrace. Sebastian stood and offered his hand. I took it. He pulled me close, arms sliding around my waist, mouth finding mine in a slow, deep kiss. The city lights blurred behind us. When he pulled back he rested his forehead against mine.

“Come inside,” he murmured. “I’m not done with you yet.”

We walked back downstairs together, his hand warm at the small of my back. In the bedroom he undressed me slowly, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered. When we were both naked he guided me to the bed, laying me down with careful hands. The sex that followed was unhurried, deep, almost reverent. He moved inside me with long, measured thrusts, eyes never leaving mine, whispering my name against my mouth. I came first, trembling beneath him. He followed soon after, burying himself deep with a low groan, filling me again.

Afterward we lay tangled in the sheets, breathing hard. Sebastian kissed my forehead, then my cheek, then eased himself up. He stretched once, arms flexing above his head, every line of his body still flushed and gleaming faintly with sweat.

“I’m going to shower,” he said quietly. He glanced down at me, eyes softening. “Come join me”

I laughed under my breath, shifting slightly and wincing at the deep ache inside me. “As tempting as that sounds, my ass is too sore to move right now.”

Sebastian’s laugh was low and warm, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Fair enough.” He leaned down, brushed one more kiss across my lips, then turned toward the bathroom.

I watched him walk away. Naked, unhurried, every step deliberate. His back was broad and sculpted, shoulders rolling with easy power. My eyes followed the taper of his waist down to the firm, rounded curve of his ass, flexing slightly with each stride. The sight sent a lazy pulse of heat through me even though my body had nothing left to give. He disappeared through the doorway without looking back, leaving the door slightly ajar.I stretched out fully, body heavy and sated, the faint scent of him still clinging to the sheets. The weekend at Blackwell House had been a bubble of warmth and pleasure: the pool, the massage, the rooftop dinner, the slow, deep way he had fucked me just now. Every moment had felt like a gift I had not earned.

But as the water hissed in the distance, my mind drifted back to Tyler Voss. To the easy way Sebastian had said my go-to guy. The casual confidence in his voice. The way Tyler had looked at him coming out of the pool earlier today, the shared history that hung between them like something unspoken. They moved in the same world. They understood each other without needing to explain. And I… I was still the guy who had sneaked in that first night, wide-eyed and out of place.

Jealousy was too strong a word. Not yet. But curiosity burned low and steady. Who was Tyler, really? What did he know about Sebastian that I didn’t? And why did the thought of someone else having that kind of access make my chest tighten just a little?

I rolled onto my side, pulling the sheet higher, listening to the shower run. Whatever secrets Sebastian kept, whatever pieces of his life stayed locked away behind closed doors, right now I was the one in his bed.

That had to count for something.

────────────────The Billionaire’s Secret 🥀 | Bonus Scene: Sebastian Blackwell & Tyler Voss

Curious about who Tyler Voss really is, and what kind of history he shares with Sebastian?The personal trainers already caught a glimpse in a bonus scene (Kane vs Blackwell), just enough to raise questions and stir speculation.Now it’s time to hear the truth from the man himself. Before Part 15 drops, I’ll be releasing a special bonus scene told entirely from Mr. Sebastian Blackwell’s perspective.Secrets always sound better when they’re confessed. Stay tuned.