Chapter 7 Starling #2
Sitting down, he pulls me onto his lap with his dick inside of me and spreads our legs, finding my clit and rubbing until I come with a scream.
Mid yell, he stands, flipping me forward onto his desk, then yanks the plug from my ass before forcing it back into me again.
Screaming again at the pain and pleasure and all the other emotions that have combined to form a feeling that I barely know how to describe, I feel tears rush from my eyes as he presses my head to the desk and fucks me.
Slamming into me once, then twice, he comes, his grip on me tightening, then relaxing as he jerks his hips, pumping his cum into me until I can feel it dripping past his cock and down the inside of my thighs.
Tears blur my vision as I start to cry, great big hacking sobs that shake my whole body. I don’t feel myself being moved, but the next thing I’m aware of is being cradled in Sebastian’s strong arms while he rocks me, cooing shakily in my ear.
“It’s okay, I’m sorry. Fuck, it’s going to be okay.”
The more he speaks, the more the words blur together, the sound becoming nothing more than a soothing vibration that lulls me to sleep. When I wake up, we’re still in his office, still in the chair.
“Hey,” I say, blinking awake as I push out of his hold.
When he doesn’t speak, I look up to find his haunted gaze staring back at me, his lips downturned, his expression broken.
“What’s the matter?” I ask on a yawn.
“Are you leaving me?” he asks bluntly, his voice monotone, except for a barely audible tremor.
“What? No, of course not. I thought you believed me,” I say, surprised.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you. Fuck, Starling, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he rasps, his eyes begging me to believe him.
“Hurt me?” I question. “You haven’t hurt me.”
“What?” he asks, his tone coming back to life as his volume increases.
“What have you done? Why would you think you’d hurt me? What did you do?” I ask, starting to panic.
His hand lifts, motioning to me, then the desk, then me again, his lips opening and closing without speaking. “I didn’t hurt you?” he finally asks.
My eyes go wide when I realize why he’s so freaked out. “You thought you hurt me during sex?” I question.
“You were crying. You were fucking sobbing, Starling. Then you passed out. I was about to call a fucking ambulance.”
“I…” I start.
“You what?” he demands angrily.
“I don’t know. It was a lot. I just…all this emotion…it just sort of came out of me,” I admit, struggling to explain what happened.
“I didn’t hurt you?” he asks, slowly, like he needs to hear me say it.
“You didn’t hurt me,” I tell him, looking him straight in the eye, so he’ll see the honesty in my words.
His shoulders sag, and he lets his head fall back onto the back of his chair. “Fuck,” he whispers. “Fuck.”
“I’m fine. I just came really hard and…” My words trail off when his eyes go feral.
Before I have a chance to speak or retreat, I find myself over his shoulder, his fingers gripping my ass cheeks tightly.
“Oh my god, Sebastian, put me down,” I shriek, struggling to stop the bubble of laughter that spills from my throat.
I watch the floor move beneath us as he carries me through the house and into the garden. I’m airborne for a second before I hit the water as my husband throws me into the pool. Swimming to the surface, I’m coughing and spluttering, while he strips off the rest of his clothes and dives in after me.
“Sebastian,” I shriek, pushing my hands through the water to splash him the moment he resurfaces.
His skin is still pallid as he splashes me back, his smile there but brittle.
Turning, I try to swim away, splashing him as much as I can, but he grabs my ankle and tows me back to him, stopping my escape as he pushes his hand on my head and dunks me beneath the surface.
We splash and laugh and play, finally clambering out of the pool when we’re both thirsty and exhausted. Grabbing drinks for us from the wet bar, Sebastian lies down on a lounger, positioning me on top of him, my cheek pressed against his chest, his palm resting on my naked ass cheek.
“Can my gaggle of security guys see us naked right now?” I ask, half serious, half joking.
“No. I’d have to kill anyone who saw you naked, and I’m too pretty for jail.”
“You’d pay off a judge before you ever got convicted,” I say sarcastically.
“True,” he admits. “You scared the shit out of me today, Little Bird,” he says softly.
“I’m sorry.”
“As punishment, you can wear that plug for the rest of the day. I’m going to keep you naked and make you bend over and show it to me every thirty minutes.”
At his words, I freeze, then clench my ass.
“You forgot about it again, didn’t you?” He laughs.
“I did not,” I try to lie.
“Next time, I’ll use a bigger one, so you don’t forget it’s inside of you,” he threatens with a smile.
“Definitely not,” I protest, suddenly very, very aware of the plug sitting inside of my ass.
“I wasn’t asking permission, Little Bird,” he growls, reminding me what I’ve agreed to. That I’m his to use as he pleases.
The sun quickly warms our wet skin, drying the pool water and leaving me relaxed and sleepy. I must fall asleep again, because the sun is starting to dip low in the sky by the time I wake up, still naked, on top of Sebastian beside the pool.
“Time to wake up. I made us reservations at that Thai place you like.”
“Urgh, I don’t know why I’m so tired,” I say on a yawn, rubbing my eyes as I struggle to fully wake up.
“Are you pregnant?” he asks, nonchalantly.
“No,” I scoff. “I take my pill, and I know you’re not crazy enough to pull an Evan.”
“He had Sammy’s IUD removed. I can hardly do that when you don’t have an IUD,” Sebastian says. “But the pill isn’t one hundred percent effective.”
“I’m not pregnant,” I snap, trying to remember if I took my pill today, and calming a little when I remember that I did.
“It wouldn’t be a bad thing. Sammy’s due soon. The guys and I have always planned to raise our kids together.”
“I haven’t even finished school yet. I’m only twenty, we have plenty of time,” I snap, not wanting to discuss having a baby right now.
“Let’s go and get ready. Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you up to the shower?” he asks, on a soft chuckle.
“I wouldn’t hate to be carried, but not over your shoulder.”
Laughing, he twists me into a bridal hold and stands, lifting me like I weigh nothing. Both of us are completely naked, but he doesn’t rush, striding confidently through the house and up to our bedroom, only putting me down when he can place me on the counter in the bathroom.
“Shower or bath?” he asks.
“Shower, I’m already too sleepy for a bath.”
Nodding, he turns the shower on, and steam immediately starts to fill the room. When we designed the bathroom, Sebastian had the contractor put in a huge shower with two rainfall showerheads, so we can either shower together or apart.
Today he places me under one showerhead, while he takes the other, concentrating on getting ourselves clean and not dirtying each other back up again.
“I need to take out the plug,” I say as I run conditioner through my hair.
“No,” he says simply.
“Sebastian, I’m not leaving the house with a fucking butt plug in my ass,” I snap.
“I’ll cancel our reservation and ask Armand to prepare dinner for us instead,” he says, not blinking or relenting.
“We’re not doing anal tonight, Sebastian, I’m sore,” I say, trying a new tactic.
“If I decide to fuck you, you’ll spread your legs and take it,” he says coolly, his eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a determined line.
I know it shouldn’t, but his tone, the rigidity of his body, and the way he’s reminding me that I’m his to do with what he pleases send scorches of heat racing through me, culminating in a ball of need firmly between my thighs.
“If you make me wear this plug out to dinner, then I’m wearing a dress and no panties,” I threaten.
“Make sure it’s short enough that I can see the jewel on the end twinkling,” he says, calling my bluff.
Annoyed, I wash the conditioner from my hair, then turn off the water, hoping that Sebastian isn’t finished as I grab a towel and march into the bedroom. Scrubbing the water roughly from my skin, I lean forward to dry my legs and feel the pull as the plug moves inside of me.
I’ve been so scared of the prospect of anal that I’m starting to understand that I’ve been missing out on how strangely good it feels to be walking around with something…
up there. It’s foreign and unexpected, but I definitely don’t hate it.
It makes me wonder if I’ll enjoy him fucking my ass.
Bunny is open about how much she loves it, and I know that both Sammy and even January have confessed that they enjoy experimenting with some ass play too.
Once I’m dry, I wrap the towel around my hair and walk into the closet, wishing for the first time in a while that I’d let Sebastian buy me a closet full of dresses instead of insisting that I’d never wear them.
Scanning the rails, I spot a black dress that I picked the last time the personal shoppers that Hunter arranged for Bunny, but that we all adopted, visited.
I fell in love with it when I saw it, but I’ve never worn it.
Lifting it from the hanger, I pull the tag off, then slip it on, smoothing the black satin down my body.
Striding naked, his dick swinging between his thighs into the closet, Sebastian lurches to a stop when he sees me, his eyes running over the fabric that’s clinging to my nonexistent curves.
“I wondered if you were ever going to wear that dress.”
“I needed something to distract me from the fact that if I tilt wrong, everyone is going to get an eyeful of the fucking plug up my ass,” I sass, reaching back to check the dress actually covers everything.
“I’ll make sure to bring some bail cash out with us,” Sebastian snarks, his lips twisted into an amused smirk. “Turn around and bend over.”
“What? No.”