Chapter 5 Starling
FIVE
STARLING
What the fuck was that? No seriously, what the hell was that, and why did I like it?
The past twenty-four hours have been the biggest mindfuck.
First, Sebastian drops the security guard bombshell, then we fuck in the sea and come home.
I lose my shit with the bodyguard, then he wakes me up when he comes to bed and makes all kinds of threats that I shouldn’t have liked but that set my body on fire.
I slept with a butt plug inside of me, and it felt good.
But more than that, last night felt like the most connected Sebastian and I have been in nearly a year.
The way he touched me, the way he spoke to me, the way he made me feel reminded me of the few scary, intense months when I first came to Kingsacre and Sebastian was unhinged.
Back then I was genuinely scared, last night I was excited.
I’ve forgotten how it feels to be completely under Sebastian’s control. I forgot how good it feels to give myself over to him, not having to feel this constant need to keep up with all the crazy in our world.
Our relationship started in such an intense way, and our lives have been on a runaway mine train ever since. If I hadn’t changed and evolved, I’d have drowned beneath Sebastian, Clay, Hunter, and Evan’s crazy.
But learning how to live in their world has slowly changed the balance in our relationship, and until last night I’d forgotten how much I missed him showing me how powerful he is.
It probably sounds messed up to admit that since we got married, I’ve missed feeling forced and coerced.
Somewhere along the line, his obsessive desperation to own me morphed into being lovingly consumed and then desperately wishing things were like they were before, while knowing they couldn’t be, and just clinging to how it used to be.
I’m still thinking about what he told me after he pushed that goddamn plug into my mouth last night.
“Your cunt is soaked. Is that because you need to be fucked hard by your husband to get rid of all your anger, or because you want that big plug forced inside your ass? I think you’d like it if I pinned you down and used my cum to lube up your tight hole.
You’d moan and scream and beg me not to, but when I forced that plug through your muscle and into your ass, you’d explode and come like the perfect little bird you’ve always been for me.
Instead of a gilded cage, I’ll get you a gilded plug and lock you in with it filling you up. ”
I almost exploded just from his words and the way he rammed himself inside of me over and over, using me like I was his to use.
This morning, his touch had been unapologetic, as he’d toyed with my body, only allowing me pleasure when he decided to give it to me.
Then the way he’d covered me in his cum like I was his whore, not his wife, had driven me insane and drained all of the anxiety and frustration from me.
Less than five minutes ago, he marched into the room, demanded I open my mouth, then fucked my face and filled my throat with his cum, and I don’t feel debased, I feel worshipped.
Our sex life has always been great, but this is new.
His touch has always been dominant but gentle.
Today he grabbed my hair and used my mouth like it was just a hole to fuck, then he told me I made a sexy whore before he walked away like he’d gotten what he wanted and was done.
Now every nerve ending beneath my skin feels alive, and I want to cry and laugh and march myself into his office and demand he make me come. But I don’t know if I can do that. I don’t know if this is a game or if he’s actually so angry with me that all he wants is a whore to fuck now.
Insecurity dampens down some of my excitement, and I feel tears threaten to spill from my eyes. Annoyed with myself, I pick up my laptop and try to study, but my thoughts are all on him and what he has planned for the rest of the day.
Tom, the only one of my security team whose name I know, steps into the room thirty minutes later clutching a takeout bag from my favorite deli. “Your food order is here, ma’am,” he says, handing it to me before turning and leaving, closing the front door quietly behind him.
Opening the bag, I find my usual order of a sandwich filled with thick juicy slices of roast chicken, melted cheese, and salad leaves on soft slices of bread.
The reminder that Sebastian not only remembered my favorite deli, but also my favorite sandwich and ordered it for me, makes me smile and exhale.
I love my husband, and he loves me, and things might be changing for us, but at our core, we’re still in love, and we can evolve together instead of drifting apart. After eating, I get back to my schoolwork, listening to all of the new lectures and padding out the outline for my first assignment.
Stretching my arms into the air, I put my laptop and earbuds onto the side table, then rise to my feet, pushing to my tiptoes for a full body stretch. Glancing out of the window, the sunlight reflecting off the blue pool water draws my attention, and I decide to go for a swim.
Heading upstairs, I change into a black two-piece, twisting my hair into a messy bun, before sliding my feet into slides and heading outside.
Taking a towel from the pool house that Sebastian insisted we needed, I lay it out on a lounger, then dive into the water, swimming a handful of fast laps before I let my legs float to the surface and close my eyes against the bright sun in the sky overhead.
I hear but don’t see Sebastian making his way outside, feeling the water move as he slips into the pool.
Opening my eyes, I turn my head and watch him disappear below the surface, swimming a full length beneath the water, before he performs an effortless swimmer’s turn and powers back toward the other end of the pool like he’s racing.
With the water disturbed, I lower my feet down and swim to the side wall, content to watch the show my husband is putting on for me. He swims ten more laps before he slows to a stop, pushing the water out of his hair and face with his hands, before he turns his attention toward me.
Lazily stroking across the pool, his eyes are hot and full of need as he closes the distance between us. When he reaches me, he runs his finger under the string that ties behind my neck, holding the triangles of my bikini top in place.
Grabbing the loose end of the bow, he tugs, making the knot unravel.
Pulling the two strings free, he watches as my top sinks down, revealing my small breasts and peaked nipples.
Smiling, he looks from my breasts to me, then unfastens the tie behind my back, pulling the top completely off and flinging it across the patio toward the pool house.
Pinching first one nipple, then the other between his finger and thumb, he squeezes and pulls until it hurts, making my already tight peaks stand to attention hard and red.
“Much better,” he purrs, leaving me to swim more laps.
After ten more lengths, he swims over to me again, taking my nipples into his mouth and sucking until I moan and whimper from the pain that’s become intense but exhilarating at the same time.
Once both sides have been in his mouth, he swims away, lapping up and down the pool while I sit panting and watching him, my bikini bottoms wet, but not because of the water.
When he comes back to me this time, he lifts me out of the water and turns me around, positioning me half in, half out of the pool, my arms holding my upper body over the side.
Untying the strings on my bottoms, he throws them away, spreads my legs, then slams into me, reaching around me to pinch and squeeze my nipples while he fucks me in fast, shallow thrusts.
The pain mixes with the pleasure until I splinter, struggling to hold my weight up as I cry out my release. Pinching my nipples between his fingers, he follows me over the edge, the heat of his cum scorching my insides as he fills me.
Pushing me farther onto the side, my stomach hits the tile as his dick slips free, my sore nipples raw as they touch the stone patio beneath me.
“Do not move. I want to see my little bird, spread wide and dripping cum like a whore while I finish my laps.”
Using the excuse of exhaustion, I stay put, my upper body resting on the tile patio, my legs spread, my naked pussy dripping his cum, while he lazily swims the breaststroke up and down the pool.
I’m not sure how long I wait, but my heart rate and breathing are normal by the time he returns to me.
Pressing his warmth behind me, he slides two fingers inside of me, then brings one to my ass, pushing relentlessly at my hole until his finger is buried to the knuckle.
“The next time you swim, Little Bird, you do it naked, my cum dripping from your freshly used cunt and a plug in your ass.”
“What?” I gasp breathlessly, each pant pushing me deeper onto his probing fingers.
“I want to watch my perfect little whore swim, knowing you just took my cock and begged for my cum while I bent you over and forced a plug into your ass,” he growls, ripping his fingers out of me, then lifting me into his chest and climbing out of the pool with me in his arms.
Lowering me to the lounger, he presses a soft kiss to my lips, then to each of my sore nipples in turn. “Dinner at Hunter and Bunny’s tonight,” he says, sweetly, before he smiles and swaggers away, his spent dick swinging as he walks.
“What the hell is going on with you and Bastian?” Sammy demands, one hand curled beneath the weight of her baby belly as she glares at me.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“I mean the constant ‘fuck me’ eyes you two have been giving each other all night. What the fuck is going on? All you’ve done is glare at each other for the last seven fucking months.”
Scoffing, I shake my head. “Yesterday, my security team was standing in the driveway, in black suits,” I tell her.