Chapter 5 Starling #3
“It’s early, go back to sleep. I have to go into the office today. I probably won’t be back until dinnertime. Your security team is ready if you decide to go to school. I love you, Little Bird.” Leaning down, he kisses me roughly, not caring about the cum I just swallowed.
Blinking, I realize he’s not naked, he’s fully dressed in a suit, button-down, and tie. Tucking his spent cock back into his pants, he smooths down his jacket, picks up his cell, then blows me a kiss and leaves.
I wake up late to the sound of my cell phone ringing. Grabbing it, I hit the red button when I see my mom’s name on the caller ID and click into the group chat I have with the girls instead.
Bunny: Did Bastian seriously change your degree to an online program?
January: I wish I could do online, the people in my classes still hate me.
Sammy: At least you’re not carting round a beachball-sized baby bump. I’ve had to go to campus today to try to get them to refund Evan his money so my dad can pay for the rest of my degree.
Bunny: Why does your dad want to pay?
Sammy: My dad doesn’t care, I do. It’s the principle, especially because it’s going to take me longer to finish my course because of the baby.
Me: It’s Evan’s fault you’re pregnant, he should be paying. I’ll text him later to make sure he’s getting you an epic push present.
Bunny: So? Is it true @Starling
Me: Yep. My husband is a psycho. Plus, I got to meet my security team after he decided I need a full team of huge dudes to escort me anywhere I go, just in case I decide to make a run for it.
January: Have you told him how upset it’s made you?
January is forever the peacemaker; she’s turned Clay from a ruthless tech genius to a teddy bear who would do literally anything for his wife.
Sammy: This is Bastian. He doesn’t care if he upsets her.
Bunny: Were you in a fight last night? It didn’t seem like you were mad at each other.
Me: No, we’re working on calling a cease-fire.
Dropping my cell on the bed, I get up and head for the bathroom. After showering and brushing my teeth to get rid of the taste of cum, I go downstairs and find a foil-covered plate of food in the refrigerator.
We might live in a huge house, but I refuse to get staff, or at least not live-in ones.
Most of the time that means us fending for ourselves, which isn’t great when neither of us knows how to cook.
All summer, Sebastian has been threatening to arrange a meal delivery service for us, and judging by the clearly professionally arranged acai bowl with berries and honey waiting for me, he went ahead and organized it.
Taking my food and a coffee out to the patio, I sit down in the warm morning sunshine and eat.
Once I’m done, I grab my laptop and check the online portal, but there are no new class lectures posted, so I spend a little time working on my assignments, then change into running shorts and a sports bra and go for a run on the beach.
Unlike two days ago, this time I’m not sprinting with the intent of getting away from my insane husband.
Instead, I run about five miles before I turn around and slowly jog back.
My lunch is still warm, wrapped in foil, and waiting for me on the counter when I come back downstairs after my second shower of the day.
There’s no company logo on the foil, or any hint of what service Sebastian has employed, but I take the plate of salmon, rice, and veggies covered in a spicy sweet chili sauce and eat in front of the TV.
It’s after six p.m. when the front door opens.
I’m half expecting it to be someone delivering food, but instead it’s Sebastian, his eyes dark and feral as he storms inside and beelines for me.
Not speaking, he grabs my legs, drags them down the couch, rips my shorts and panties off, then slams his dick into me, holding my hips off the cushions as he fucks me in frantic thrusts.
Finding my clit with his thumb, he rubs in fast circles, hurtling me toward an orgasm. He waits for me to come, then follows, his hips pistoning his dick into me as he groans a guttural noise, his eyes closing, and shoulders slumping the moment I’m full of his cum.
Sighing, he pulls his dick free of me, then sits down beside me, pulling my legs over his lap. “Hey baby, I really fucking missed you today.”
“Jesus,” I rasp, my chest heaving from the shock and awe of his arrival and the subsequent sex.
“No, Little Bird. Husband,” he says, pointing to himself with an amused laugh. “How was your day?”
“My day?” I blurt, confused how we’ve gone from him walking through the door, ripping my underwear off, and fucking me like he couldn’t wait a moment longer to polite conversation with no buildup or post-coital snuggles.
“Did you get much school stuff done?”
“Don’t you already know?” I question snarkily. “I thought you spent most of your time watching me through the cameras you put in every corner of every room in this house.”
“I was busy, and I knew you weren’t going anywhere,” he says confidently, his eyes hooded, as his gaze drops between my spread legs, where I can feel his cum slowly dripping out of me and onto the couch beneath us. “What shall we do for dinner?”
“I don’t care,” I say, my lips splitting into a yawn. “Won’t the food delivery service bring us something? I’m assuming that’s how my breakfast and lunch appeared.”
“No, that was our chef.”
“We don’t have a chef.”
“Actually, we do. His name is Armand.”
“What the fuck, Sebastian? I told you I don’t want staff in the house.”
“He’s not in the house. He’s living and cooking out of one of the staff houses on the other side of the estate.”
“That’s basically the same thing,” I whine.
“You said you didn’t want staff in our home. I respected that. Armand’s job is to cook for us, and I’ve had the staff house fitted with commercial-grade appliances. He’ll cook over there and deliver it to the house like we’ve ordered a DoorDash.”
Exhaling, I try to decide if the no-staff thing is a hill I’m willing to die on. It’s not, so I nod and close my eyes as Sebastian rubs his fingers in soft circles up and down my thigh. “Ask him if he knows how to make sushi.”
Apparently, Armand does know how to make sushi, because within thirty minutes there’s a knock at the door. Jumping up, Sebastian closes the door to the den to hide my half-naked body from view so he can go and answer it.
“We’ll eat in the dining room, please,” I hear Sebastian say, followed by the sound of his retreating footsteps.
Rolling to my side, I swing my feet to the floor, looking around for my discarded clothes and finding them in a heap by the fireplace. Standing, I head over to them, then bend over to pick them up.
The door opens just as I’m debating if I have time for a quick shower, instead of putting on underwear that will be wet with residual…liquids…once gravity makes sure that all of the cum Sebastian fucked into me, makes its way back out of me again.
“What are you doing?” Sebastian asks.
“Wondering if I can tolerate wet panties, or if I should go and clean up before we eat.”
Crossing the room to me, he takes my panties and drops them to the floor again, then strips my top over my head, finally removing my lace bralette, leaving me completely naked.
Bending down, he scoops me off my feet and throws me over his shoulder, his palm landing on my ass and gripping the cheek tightly as he spins around and carries me out of the room.
“Sebastian,” I laugh, grabbing hold of the back of his pants for balance.
Once we’re in the dining room, he lowers me to my feet. Sitting down in the seat at the head of the table, he pulls me down so I’m straddling his leg.
“Sebastian,” I giggle as he bands his arm around my waist, pushing his hand between my thighs and cupping my pussy in his big palm. “What are you doing?”
Instead of responding, he leans forward, making me tilt toward the table as he grabs two sets of chopsticks and passes one to me. It’s not until the chopsticks are in my hand that I notice the platters full of sushi laid out on the table in front of us.
“Oh my god, Armand did this in the time since you texted him?” I ask.
“He came highly recommended. How were your breakfast and lunch?”
“Delicious,” I admit a little grudgingly.
Eyeing the selection of every single type of sushi I’ve ever eaten, I reach for a California roll first, humming happily the moment I start to chew. For a few moments we eat in comfortable silence, my appreciative noises the only sound in the otherwise silent room.
Picking up an aburi scallop roll, I put it in my mouth, then moan as the flavor hits my taste buds.
“I don’t think I like that the sushi is making you moan louder than I am,” Sebastian rasps into my neck, pressing a hot kiss to my throat as his fingers start to work between my thighs.
“I’m eating,” I say through a mouthful of food.
“I’m not asking permission,” he reminds me sternly. “I’m setting myself a challenge. I’m going to make you soak my leg with your need while you moan like my perfect little whore. If my suit pants aren’t drenched by the time I let you up, I’ve failed.”
Wiggling my thighs apart, I try to make room for him to push his fingers into me, but instead he finds my clit, rubbing in slow teasing circles, before pinching, tapping, then starting to rub all over again.
With his arm around my waist, he holds me in place while he moves his leg, grinding my pussy into his thigh and assaulting my senses from every angle.
“Eat,” he says, lifting some sushi to my lips, keeping the chopsticks steady while he teases me with his other hand.
Parting my lips, I take the avocado maki into my mouth, humming happily as I chew the creamy rich avocado and sticky rice.
I almost choke when, instead of reaching for more food, he clamps the chopsticks around my nipple.