Chapter 5 Starling #4
“Argh,” I whine, hunching forward toward the pain, like the movement will lessen it.
Grabbing the table, I curl my fingers around the edge and squeeze tightly.
Tugging, Sebastian elongates my nipple, the cool jade chopsticks quickly warming against my flushed skin until the burn pulses in my chest, heating me from the inside.
When I’m not sure I can take it any longer, he finally releases me and lazily reaches for more sushi like he wasn’t just torturing me.
Eating a piece himself, he selects one for me, waiting for me to lean forward and take it. The moment it’s in my mouth, his finger and thumb find my clit, pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves until I push my feet to the floor, trying to lift myself out of his lap.
Using his hold on me to keep me in place, he releases my clit, only to find my other nipple with the chopsticks, squeezing and tugging until the peak is deep pink, hard, and standing proud from my small breast.
Despite the pain, I can’t help the moans and gasps of pleasure that fall from my lips. I can feel the wetness pooling between my thighs as he rubs my poor clit until I’m on the verge of release again.
While he works my body, he feeds both me and himself, bringing sushi to my mouth until I shake my head. “No more,” I whimper, unsure if I’m talking about the food or the way he’s touching me.
“I’m still hungry,” he growls, keeping me pinned tightly to him while he grinds me a little harder against his thigh. Suddenly stopping, he moves his hand from my pussy, replacing it with the cool jade chopsticks.
“Sebastian,” I pant, knowing exactly what he intends to do.
“I’m not asking permission,” he reminds me again before lasering in on my clit and pinching it between the two stone sticks.
“Oh fuck,” I squeal, as pain and unexpected pleasure hit me.
The pinch isn’t as tight as it was on my nipple, but the constant burn makes my chest heave.
When he releases my clit, he leisurely brings the chopsticks to his mouth, sucking my taste from the stone, before he carefully places them on the table and lifts me out of his lap.
I don’t need to look down to see his pant leg is wet, I can feel it on the inside of my thighs.
Pushing the chair we’ve been sharing back, he unfastens his belt, freeing his rock-hard and weeping cock. My mouth waters as I peer over my shoulder to look at it, but instead of pushing me to my knees, he forces my chest to the table, kicks my legs apart, and slams into me.
My soaked body eagerly accepts his cock as I cling to the table, trying not to get pushed into a plate of sushi by his thrusts.
“Fuck, so fucking wet. Your greedy cunt was made to be fucked by me,” he growls as he fucks me deep, keeping my cheek pressed to the table with his palm on my head.
When he comes, I feel the heat of his release as he pumps into me, but as his body settles, mine doesn’t.
In all the times Sebastian and I have had sex, I can’t think of more than one or two occasions when I haven’t come.
My husband likes to know he’s satisfied me, so what the fuck is this?
Pulling out of me, his cock hits his thigh with a wet thwack, and he lifts his hand from my head as he sits back down in the seat, his thighs spread, his chest heaving.
Parting my lips, I prepare to explain, in detail, why I’m not okay with me not orgasming, but before I can, he grabs my hips and positions me back down on his thigh again.
“Rub your wet, cum-filled cunt against my thigh until you come.”
“What?” I gasp.
“You heard me, Little Whore. Make yourself come on my leg. Work for it.”
I know that I should get up. I should go to the bathroom and use the showerhead to get myself off, but there’s something about the depravity of him toying with me, fucking me, filling me with his cum, then telling me to ride his thigh until I come that makes me want to obey, to do what he says just to see how it feels.
So, I do. Reaching behind me, I curl one hand around his neck, then brace the other on his knee before I start to ride his leg.
Sliding back until my ass is pressed against his growing cock, I rock forward, experimenting with the angle until my clit is rubbing against his leg.
Once the friction starts to feel good, I grind back and forth, arching my back as I rock against him.
Wanton moans slip from my parted lips as I close my eyes and chase the sensation of pleasure that starts to build inside of me.
“My little bird. You’re my perfect little whore, rubbing your used and cum-filled cunt all over my leg. If you’re a good girl and come all over me, before you fall asleep, I’ll spread your thighs and eat your ass until you come so hard you’ll pass out.”
His words tip me over the edge, and I come with a cry, bearing down on his thigh as my legs shake.
Once my breathing has calmed, he twists me around, settling me across his lap, with my cheek pressed against his heart, while he feeds us both sweet mochi and tells me over and over again how much he loves me.