Chapter 4 Sebastian
FOUR
SEBASTIAN
I sleep for more than twelve hours and wake up feeling like I’ve mainlined four Red Bulls with a triple espresso chaser. Turning to my left, I’m half expecting the bed beside me to be empty, but instead I find Starling sprawled naked beside me, her expression serene.
Memories of the night before fill my mind as I remember the threats I made and the way she reacted. The smell of sex fills my nose, and I chuckle softly to myself as I spot the plug I pushed into her mouth, then threatened to force into her ass, sitting innocuously on the floor beside the bed.
She hadn’t reacted the way I’d expected.
I’m not saying that I don’t want to fuck her ass—I definitely do—but she’s made it clear that the idea of the pain scares her, and beyond a little light finger play, we’ve never dabbled with anything else anal-related.
She was the one who suggested buying the plugs after a drunken night out with Bunny, who had confided to Starling that she and Hunter love anal play.
But once she was sober and the plugs had arrived, she’d freaked out and refused to even try them out.
Last night, after I sent away the security guard she’d ordered to stand sentry outside our bedroom door, I’d been pissed, and I’d wanted to punish her by scaring her a little.
Only she hadn’t just been scared, she’d been excited too.
After I pushed the plug into her mouth, I’d expected her to panic or spit the toy out and tell me to go fuck myself, but she hadn’t.
Instead, she’d lit up like a rocket, visibly turned on by the way I’d taken control of her body and the filthy threats I’d whispered into her ear.
I love Starling more than life itself. I’d never hurt her, but last night wasn’t the first time I’ve used sexual threats to attempt to intimidate her.
I’d been angry when I’d done it in the past, but despite her fear, she’d never asked me to stop, and afterward she’d admitted that she enjoyed me being in charge in the bedroom.
Last night was different. Her body reacted in a way I’ve never seen before, and I intimately know every inch of her from her head to her toe.
From forcing the plug in her mouth to threatening to use her like a broodmare, to pushing that big plug against her tight asshole after I’d fucked her pussy with it and coated it in our combined cum, she was a green light all the way.
The more fucked up the things I was saying were, the wetter and more eager her body got.
Although I hate admitting it, Starling isn’t the same girl I fell for at sixteen.
She’s changed. She’s harder, she’s more ruthless.
She’s like me, and maybe it’s time I stop treating her like she’s still a naive high schooler and accept that my wife is different and that some of the rules of our relationship might have to change too.
I’m silently pondering how my realization will alter our marriage when she starts to stir, a soft smile spreading across her lips as her body instinctively stretches.
Watching her, I see the slight grimace that tugs at her lips when she closes her legs and smile to myself, knowing that she’s feeling the reminder of how hard I fucked her last night.
Blinking, her eyelids part, and she opens her eyes, turning to look at me. “Hey,” she croaks, her voice rough.
“Good morning, Little Bird,” I purr. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Sore,” she says, laughing lightly.
“Good,” I growl.
Clearly not expecting my response, she turns to look at me, her lips parted in shock. “Good?” she questions.
“Very good,” I confirm, leaning over to claim her lips with mine before I roll out of bed and make a show of bending over and picking up the plug from the floor. Her eyes go wide when she spots it, and pink heats her cheeks. I hope she’s remembering what I did with it last night.
Leaving the bathroom door open, I wash the plug, then stride back into the bedroom with it gripped in my hand. Crouching down beside the bed, I lean down and kiss her, happy when she eagerly kisses me back, her lips parting to allow me to slide my tongue into her mouth.
When I pull back, her eyes are a little glassy and her lips are pink.
“Open,” I say, sliding my palm around her throat as I lift my other hand, revealing the plug before I press it against her lips.
“What?” she starts to say, but the moment her lips part, I press the plug forward, forcing it into her mouth. Her teeth clamp closed, but instead of relenting, I keep the pressure on the plug, tightening my hold on her throat.
“Open,” I demand, smiling when she eventually unclenches her teeth.
“Fuck,” I whisper as her lips close around the bulb until just the flat end is showing between her rounded lips.
“Jesus, I wasn’t expecting you to look this sexy,” I admit.
“I’d get you a gag, but I like knowing that the thing keeping your mouth busy is going to be buried in your ass. ”
Her eyes go wide, then hooded, and I see it. I see the need in her eyes, and for the first time in months I feel a sliver of hope.
“Suck on it, get it nice and wet,” I tell her, narrowing my eyes when she shakes her head and lifts her hand to reach for the plug.
Slapping her hand away, I tighten my hold on her throat, not restricting her breathing or gripping tight enough to leave a mark. But my grip is more than just claiming, it’s a warning, reminding her that I, not she, am in control.
“Did you forget what I left buried in your ass last night, Little Bird?” I ask.
Her eyes somehow widen even more as she nods.
“It really must be too small if you forgot it was there. Shall we swap it for the one you’re getting nice and wet, ready to slide into your naughty ass?”
Frantically, she shakes her head.
Tutting, I silence her. “You won’t have any choice if I make you take it, will you?”
Something flashes through her gaze, and it’s excitement tinged with fear that makes my dick harden, and a pearl of precum pool at the head.
Leaning forward, I press a soft kiss against her throat just above my fingers, feeling her fluttering pulse beneath my lips. “I love you,” I whisper, just loud enough for her to hear, and her hand lands on the back of my head, holding her to me since I took away her ability to speak.
Pressing another kiss, I start to suck on her skin, scraping my teeth against her throat until I’m sure I’ve left a mark.
We’re too old for hickeys, but I don’t give a fuck.
I want her to remember this moment each time she looks in the mirror.
I want her to think about the way it felt to be gagged with a fucking butt plug, my hand collaring her throat, and her ass filled because it’s what I want, what I chose for us.
As her body tenses and then melts into me, my heartbeat starts to slow, and the frantic worry that’s been circling on repeat through my thoughts for months starts to settle.
Last night didn’t magically fix anything, but hope is a powerful thing, and I’m grateful to feel it for the first time in what feels like forever.
Reluctantly releasing my hold on her throat, I inch my way down her body, leaving marks on her skin, a path of ownership that stops at her perfect pussy.
I’m the only man who’s ever experienced the bliss that exists inside of her body, and familiar pride burns in my chest when I run my nose up the inside of her thigh, pressing my mouth over her clit and licking it.
Jerking off the bed, her stifled moans are like music to my ears. I’m not holding the plug in her mouth anymore, or warning her with my hand around her neck, but she hasn’t taken it out. She’s obeyed even my unspoken commands, and I have to fight the urge not to slam my cock into her.
Tasting her, I lick from her clit to her plug-filled ass and back again, tasting the saltiness of myself, still mixed in with her own sweet arousal. I don’t care that she hasn’t showered since I fucked her last night. Knowing that she slept full of my cum only makes me harder.
Sliding two fingers into her channel, I fuck her slowly, bringing her wetness up to coat her clit before slipping my touch lower to tease her ass with the plug that’s still buried deep inside of her.
Her moans fill the room, and it’s a good job I sent the guard away because if he was still outside our door, I’m sure his dick would be hard listening to the sounds she’s making.
Her hips try to lift off the bed and push her cunt into my face, but I hold her down, keeping her in place and completely under my control.
Licking, flicking, and teasing her, I push her higher and higher, stopping every time she’s on the verge of falling over the edge.
Her moans take on a higher pitch as she tries and fails to move, her hands restlessly yanking at my hair as she begs me to let her come, even as she accepts that when and if she gets release is entirely my decision.
Tugging the plug out until the broadest part is stretching her hole, I suck her clit into my mouth, then roughly force the plug back into her, feeling the exact moment she loses her shit and screams out her orgasm around the plug that’s still in her mouth.
My dick is so hard it hurts, but I don’t plan to fuck her right now.
Instead, I crawl up her body, grab my dick, and start to jerk.
It doesn’t take long before my balls pull up and the first spurt of cum bursts from the head and lands on her tits.
Chest heaving, she stares with wild eyes as I paint my cum all over her body, covering her in me.
Squeezing the last of my release from my dick, I sit back on my haunches between her thighs, looking down at the mess I’ve made of my wife.
“Fuck, look at you, wearing my cum,” I drawl quietly as I reach up and pull the plug from her mouth.
“Sebastian,” she croaks, her voice a little hoarse.
Ignoring her, I swirl the plug through my cum, twisting the bulb through the mess, before I bring it back to her mouth. “Open.”
She shakes her head.