Chapter 7 Starling
SEVEN
STARLING
Carefully sliding off his lap, I sink to my knees on the floor between his parted legs. His dick is hard as I reach for it and take it into my mouth, tasting myself on his skin as I run my tongue up his length.
Unlike the last time I had Sebastian’s cock in my mouth, his hands aren’t on my hair, forcing me to take him until I gag.
This time, I’m both in and out of control.
I don’t really know where the conversation we just had came from.
Sebastian has never, not once, even hinted that he was willing to give up an inch of control.
Yet moments ago, he offered himself up on a platter if it would make me happy.
He loves me. I’ve always known it, but seeing how far out of his comfort zone he was prepared to go to keep me was the reminder that I didn’t realize I’d been craving.
Since the moment we met, Sebastian has either led and I’ve followed, or he’s dragged me kicking and screaming and fighting tooth and nail behind him.
But no matter how willing I was to go with him, it’s always been his way.
Until now.
He gave me him. A gift I wasn’t expecting and don’t need. I don’t need to control him. It’s not what I want, it’s not what I’ll ever crave. But knowing that he is willing to offer up something that means so much to him shocked me.
It made me realize that I’ve been fighting for something I don’t actually want. If he were to walk away from me, I’d never recover. Neither of is whole without the other. Neither of us is complete without this fucked-up relationship we’ve created.
I’ve proved that I’m just as capable of being a psycho as he is.
I’ve proved I can coerce, lie, manipulate, and control him, his friends, and our life.
I’ve claimed my spot in a world that was given to me.
But now I don’t have to prove myself anymore.
I’m Starling Lockwood. I’m strong, capable, and a fully fledged member of the psycho club.
I earned my spot and the respect that came with it.
Now I can relax and let Sebastian control me, because he knows that I’m allowing him to do it.
My submission is a gift. It’s a representation of my love, because I’m trusting him not to abuse it.
I’m obeying his crazy demands because it makes me happy and turns me on, and because I don’t have to, but I’m choosing to.
Closing my eyes, I suck his cock into my mouth, taking him deep enough that I gag around the head as it hits the back of my throat.
“Perfect, Little Bird. Breathe through your nose and swallow me deep,” Sebastian praises, gently stroking my hair.
His softly spoken words urge me on, and I push up a little taller, trying to take more of his cock. Sliding his leather-shoe-clad foot between my legs, he rubs my pussy while I try to swallow past my gag reflex.
Hollowing my cheeks, I try to suck the cum out of him, my mouth watering for the taste of him as I bob up and down his length, and he teases my wet pussy with the laces of the dress shoes he’s wearing.
Up and down, I suck hard, taking him deep each time, until I feel him harden and his gentle fingers become a steely hold, pushing my face down into his lap while his dick pushes into my throat and a hot stream of cum spurts straight down into my stomach.
Grabbing his legs, I grunt around his cock, pushing at his thighs, desperate to pull back, but he holds me in place.
“Swallow every drop like the good little whore that you are. You worked hard sucking my dick for all that cum, I wouldn’t want you to miss any.”
My throat spasms involuntarily as my eyes water, and drool drips from the corners of my mouth, but I do as he says and breathe through my nose until he finally allows me to pull back. Panting for breath, my chest heaves as I look up at him through wet lashes and watery eyes.
“Perfect, Little Bird. Are you ready to sit on me until I decide to fuck you, or do you want a minute?”
“A minute,” I croak, my throat sore, my voice ragged.
Smiling softly at me, he nods, placing his hand on my head and pushing me down until my cheek is pressed against his softening cock.
“Open up. Your mouth can keep my dick warm until your cunt is ready to do it. Although judging by how wet you got my shoes, your cunt is already greedy to be filled.”
His filthy words send a shudder down my body to my core, and I swallow down the groan that begs to break free. His hand in my hair guides me down, so I part my lips and take his softening cock into my mouth again.
“Fuck, that feels good. Don’t suck, your only job is to hold my dick in your mouth until I’m ready to fuck your cunt.”
Closing my eyes, I rest a little of my weight against his thigh, my body humming with arousal as he strokes my head, telling me how well I’m doing.
How good I am. How perfect I feel. The praise, mixed with the way I’ve given myself over to him, makes my muscles relax, and I exhale around his rapidly hardening cock, sighing happily.
I’m not sure how much time passes before he tugs me off his dick.
“Time for me to sample your second hole of the day. I think I’ll save your third for later. Unless you want to go for a swim, then I can fill you with a plug now and start stretching you out.”
“Sebastian,” I rasp as he guides me to my feet between his spread legs.
“You’ll take it for me, won’t you, Little Whore? You’ll pull your perfect ass cheeks open and beg me to force my hard cock into your tight little hole, won’t you?”
“Sebastian,” I pant, fear and excitement and the weird sense of relaxation bubbling inside of me.
“Should I just fuck you there now?”
“No. Please, no,” I beg, fear starting to overwhelm the other things I’m feeling.
Opening his desk drawer, he pulls out a black velvet bag. Loosening the strings, he opens it, then tips the contents out onto his desk.
“You’re not ready for my cock yet. But you’ll take this for me, won’t you? Bend over my desk and offer your tight ass for me, then ask me nicely to push this plug into your hole instead of my hard cock.”
Swallowing thickly, I freeze, not sure if I can move.
“If you don’t ask me for the plug, it’ll be my dick going in your ass, Little Whore,” he warns.
Turning slowly around, I face the doorway and the monitor that’s still playing a video of me on the sidewalk and another of me in the car on a loop. Bracing my hands on the desk, I slowly bend at the waist until my naked chest is pressed against his keyboard.
“Do you have anything to ask?” he prompts, his voice stony and cold, so different from the soft way he was praising me only minutes ago.
“Will you…” My voice trails off as I struggle to form words.
“Will I what, Little Bird?”
“Will you…”
“My dick is going to love forcing its way into your ass. I’ll try not to blow my load the moment I get inside of you, but if I do, your ass can keep it warm until I’m hard enough to fuck it.”
“Will you use the plug on me?” I blurt.
“I told you to ask nicely. That felt like you were ordering me. I thought you didn’t want that? You told me you were all mine. Mine to use. Mine to control. Mine.”
“I am yours,” I tell him. “Please use the plug on me.”
“Better, but not as nice as I’d hoped.”
“Please, Sebastian. Please use the plug on my ass. Please,” I beg, my voice wavering with each word.
“Such a polite little whore. Begging me to put this pretty little plug in your ass. Spread your legs, and I’ll reward you for asking so nicely.”
Shuffling my feet apart, I tense, bracing for the pressure of the plug at my ass, but instead, I feel the cool metal part my lips, then slip into my pussy.
“Let’s get this metal nice and wet,” he coos, sliding the plug in and out of my entrance, pushing it in deep, then pulling it out again until I can feel the arousal pooling between my thighs.
Sliding it free of my body, he lifts it to my ass, not bothering to tease me, simply placing the plug against my tight hole and pushing until my muscles are forced to relax, and the metal tip slips inside of me.
The plug hadn’t seemed much wider than the one we’d used earlier in the week when he’d tipped it onto his desk, but as he pauses with the broadest part of the bulb stretching me, I whine, pushing onto my tiptoes to evade the burn.
“Settle,” he snaps, twisting the plug but not pushing it deeper or pulling it out until I sink back to my feet. The moment I obey, he shoves the plug forward, burying it inside of me, the flat base resting tight against my skin.
“Oh god,” I moan when he tugs the end of the plug, stretching me, only to push it fully into me again.
“How would you feel about wearing a plug all of the time?” he ponders, asking a question that I doubt he expects me to answer. “I could get you a full set that say Wife, Little Bird, and Little Whore on them.”
Unable to speak, I shake my head.
“Perhaps I won’t make you wear them all the time. Just when I decide I want you to. Like now. I’d planned to fuck your cunt, but I find that I’m enjoying just watching you, with your ass full of the plug you begged me to fill you with.”
The plug, his words, and everything else combine to set me on fire, and I twist around so I can look at him over my shoulder. “Sebastian, please.”
Looking at me for a long moment, he dismisses me, turning his gaze back to the plug.
After what feels like an eternity, but is probably only a handful of minutes, he fists my hair and drags me backward onto his waiting cock.
Lifting me on and off his dick, he fucks me in short thrusts, lifting me off him completely, only to drag me back down, forcing his dick into me until his thighs are pressed against my butt.