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I had laid on the nightstand next to his bed before we had made love last night. It truly had been making love, with Sebastian taking his time. Even more thrilling to me was afterward, as sleep overcame us both, and he whispered "I love you," in my hair. I didn’t know if he realized what he was saying as he was half asleep, but one could hope.
    "Mmmmm, what are you doing Little One?" Sebastian mumbled, his face sexy even if he was half asleep. "I enjoy you in my arms."
    "I know, but I don't think we want your father or my mother discovering us because the morning staff let their tongues wag," I replied. "It's already five thirty."
    "That means I still have thirty minutes to enjoy you," Sebastian replied, pulling me back into bed with him. For the next ten minutes we kissed, just slow explorations of each other's lips, not even trying to escalate to something more erotic. Finally, I had to push back, or else I would have stayed in bed with him all day.
    "I need to go, Sebastian," I whispered, "please."
    He nodded and smiled, a hint of the cockiness that he showed the rest of the world on his lips. He knew he had me, and he knew that I was perfectly happy with that situation. "Tonight then?"
    "Well, I will see you at breakfast," I replied with a small chuckle, knowing what he meant. From breakfast until the last servant left the Witherspoon mansion, we were Cassie and Sebastian, step-siblings who still lived at home while attending college. We snapped at each other, laughed, taunted, and basically acted like most other siblings, although with a bit of an edge to it that everyone chalked up to an inherent rivalry.
    At night, though, we were Master and Little One, lovers who found in each other a fulfillment that we had never experienced before. To the rest of the world, we were the epitome of Alpha, commanding the respect and admiration of our social spheres. To Sebastian, I was his Little One, protected and treasured while I gave myself fully to him. I held nothing back from him, except for the secret I had learned only two days prior. It wasn't that I didn't think he deserved to know, but I just didn't know how to bring it up. After all, just how do you bring up the fact that in less than six weeks of subservient bliss, I had somehow become pregnant?
    Making my way through our shared bathroom and into my bedroom, I pondered the idea. I mean, Sebastian and I hadn't even brought up the idea of how exclusive our relationship would be. After all, he was Sebastian Witherspoon, scion of Donald Witherspoon, one of the richest men in America. His reputation as one of the great ladies men of our generation was well-deserved. My reputation was more wholesome, and the gossip rags didn't pay nearly as much attention to me. After all, I was just the stepdaughter. Unless I was being treated like Cinderella and cleaning the kitchen, nobody really cared what the hell I did.
    Sliding quickly into the shower stall, I took my time getting ready for the day. Since Sebastian and I started sleeping together, he had started letting me use the shower first in the mornings — it was one of those little changes that had taken place in our relationship. The water felt good running over my back and shoulders, and I took the time to wash and fully detangle my long black hair. Sebastian liked to run his hands through it, and while it felt amazing, if I don't take care of my hair, I end up with atrocious knots and snarls. Thankfully Donald had no problem with me buying any hair care products I wanted, and the feeling of the organic coconut-based conditioner felt heavenly.
    After my shower, I got dressed like I normally did when I have class. I mean, college is nothing at all like high school, and the fashion police are a lot less strict. In fact, overdressing seemed to be a lot less strict than underdressing. So while my jeans were still designer, my t-shirt was straight from the student union, and my shoes were regular Nikes, although I tend to like the