Chapter 8 Sebastian #3
The morning drags as I count down the hours until I can go home to her.
I always miss her when we’re not together, but after my realization, I’m craving her in every way.
Driving faster than I should, I skid to a stop in the driveway and march determinedly through the front door, scanning the kitchen and den before I find my wife sitting on the patio, her laptop on her lap, earbuds in her ears.
My dick is pulsing and hard, desperate for release, but instead of ripping her sundress off of her, I crawl between her legs, shove her underwear to the side and feast on her cunt, licking, sucking and fucking her with my fingers, until her hips start to jerk and her laptop falls to the floor with a clatter.
When she comes, her thighs clamp around my head, and she wails my name, long and low and full of abandon. As her arousal floods my mouth, I finally exhale, wiping my chin with the back of my hand as I climb out from between her legs, sitting down on the couch beside her.
“What the fuck was that?” she pants, her legs splayed, her cheeks pink, her chest heaving.
“I was hungry,” I tell her, closing my eyes and tipping my head back into the warm sunshine, a smug grin tugging at the corners of my lips.
My grin widens when she doesn’t speak. “How much more school stuff do you have left to do?”
“I have another lecture to watch, then I plan to do a little bit more on the outline for the assignment that’s due next week.”
“Okay, Little Bird. I’ll leave you to your work,” I tell her, pushing out of the seat, retrieving her laptop, and placing it back on her lap before I walk away, heading upstairs to our room.
The rest of the week is blissful. I wake up rested, never doubting that Starling will be beside me.
I go to work and concentrate on learning more about the business, then come home to my wife.
I rarely last longer than five minutes before I force my dick into her mouth, feast on her cunt, or bend her over and fuck her until she’s dripping with my cum.
The more unapologetically I take from her body, the more relaxed we both seem to get.
I doubt I’ll ever stop checking her tracker, but it’s not my first thought the moment she’s out of my sight.
The filthier the sex, the more willing I am to allow her the freedom she needs to not feel like a prisoner, and the more she behaves like both my little bird and my little whore, the happier we both are.
“Be quiet,” I growl into her ear, covering her mouth with my palm as I push a second finger into her ass.
“There’s no point in pretending that you don’t love my fingers in this tight little asshole.
I feel the way you push back into me, begging to be stretched and fucked.
My little whore is desperate to take a load of my cum in this tight hole, but I won’t give it to you until you beg me for it. ”
My cock is buried in her cunt, but I’m not moving, and I’m refusing to allow her to move either while I finger fuck her ass.
“You’re going to come for me like the little anal whore that you are. You’ll come from my fingers fucking your ass, or you won’t come at all,” I tell her, feeling her body tighten at my demanding threat.
A muffled whine bursts from her mouth, and I tighten my grip on her face, scissoring my fingers in her ass before I slip them halfway out, then push them into her again. More whining and moaning comes from her as she tries to push back onto my cock, searching for the friction to orgasm.
Dragging my fingers from her ass, I spank her ass cheek hard before pushing two fingers back inside of her, admiring the quickly reddening handprint I just left on her skin.
A long, low grunt comes from her as her body stiffens, her entire core tightening before she orgasms. Instead of the way her body usually reacts, her pleasure seems to roll through her in long waves that make her tense until she shudders, only to clench tight again a second later.
Before her body starts to settle, I roll my hips, grinding my dick in and out of her pussy while I keep my fingers deep in her ass.
More feral, animalistic noises fall from her as I pull my hand from her mouth and use it to hold her hip, rutting into her until my cum literally bursts from my dick, pumping inside of her in long, hot spurts that seem to go on forever.
“Jesus, what the hell was that?” Starling rasps as I slip my fingers and dick from inside of her and slap my palm against her ass cheek before I step away, leaving my beautiful wife spread out over the kitchen counter, my cum dripping from her puffy pussy.
“I missed you,” I tell her, stepping around her to grab two bottles of water from the refrigerator.
“I missed you too,” she says, through panted breaths, slowly pushing herself up from the counter and attempting to smooth down the back of her skirt. “Urgh, I need to clean up.”
“No,” I snarl.
“I’m…dripping,” she says with a grimace.
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“Sebastian, I can’t just walk around the house with your cum sliding down my fucking thighs.”
“You can and you will,” I tell her, narrowing my eyes at her in warning.
“Fuck you, you’re being unreasonable. I’m going to have a shower.”
Throwing out an arm, I block her path. “Don’t push me on this, Little Bird. Your body is mine, and I’m not done with it yet. You don’t shower until I tell you that you can.”
Her eyes heat, then spark with rage and desire and something else that I can’t decipher.
“Your cum is dripping out of me, Sebastian, if I sit down, it’s going to mark the fucking furniture.”
“I don’t give a fuck. Mark the fucking furniture.
I’ll frame the fucking spots and put a sign over them for prosperity.
I’m not done with you yet, Little Whore, and I won’t be until you’re sloppy and gushing with my cum.
Then and only then will I let you wash me off.
” Grabbing her around the waist, I swing her into my arms, pinning her wrists to her sides as I carry her to the wall, pressing her back into the cool plaster as I spread her legs and slam my cock back into her.
Not concerned with her pleasure, I fuck her in fast strokes, chasing my own release as I hold her legs up, dragging her down onto my cock as I fuck up into her. It doesn’t take long for me to explode, and when I do, it feels like the cum is dragged from my balls.
Her eyes are wide when I slowly slip my dick out of her and lower her to the floor. “Go and sit on the fucking couch,” I order. “Lift your skirt and make sure your ass and pussy are on the fabric.”
I see the exact moment she contemplates telling me no.
Holding my breath, I wait for her to argue, to refuse to obey.
Her lips part, and I can practically taste her refusal on the air, but instead of speaking, she strips her dress over her head, drops it to the floor at our feet, then saunters to the couch and sits down, spreading her legs wide as she spins and rests her feet on the cushions.
There’s rebellion in the tension in her shoulders and the twitching in her jaw, but she’s still doing as I say, even as her brain is pushing her not to.
I’m not upset by her behavior. Instead, it confirms what I already know. That everything between us is perfect. She’s pissed at me and what I’ve told her to do, but she’s not threatening to leave me, or making me terrified that I’ve pushed her too far.
She’s obeyed me with spit and ire in her eyes, but she’s still obeying, because deep down she enjoys my control. She needs this just as much as I do.
Instead of going straight to her, I unfasten the buttons on my shirt and take it off. Kicking my pants off, I drag my boxers down my calves, then throw them toward the pile of fabric on the floor.
Grabbing all of our discarded clothes, I calmly carry them into the laundry and drop them into the hamper, giving myself and my dick a minute to recover.
Tense energy still sparks in the air when I step back into the den, but ignoring it, I stride over to the couch and sit down beside her, lifting her legs into my lap.
“Our couch is ruined,” she snaps, her lips pressed into a firm, unimpressed line.
“Fuck the couch,” I growl, dipping my thumb into the mess that’s oozing out of her cunt and using it to lube up her clit before I start to rub. Moving in slow clockwise movements, I tease her until her butt starts to lift from the couch. Freezing, I don’t move until she sits back down again.
Over and over, I use my cum to coat her bundle of nerves, pushing her closer and closer to the edge but not allowing her to fall over. Each time I stop, she spits a stream of insults at me from her perfectly pouty mouth.
Wrapping one hand around my dick, I work my cock in rhythm with my thumb on her clit, winding myself up as I wind her up.
When my balls ache with the need to come, I drag her into my lap and rub her clit until she orgasms, then force my dick inside of her as a fresh stream of cum bursts from the head.
Once our breathing has settled, I start the tease all over again, this time plunging my fingers into her soaked core, working her up, only to force her back down again, until we’re both on the verge of release and I push my cock into her and pump more of my cum into her cunt.
After several hours, when her pussy has taken six loads of my cum, I finally stop teasing her, my dick too spent to get hard again.
“Now, the furniture is ruined,” I tell her, looking at the huge wet patch beneath her ass.
Her giggles are music to my ears, and by the time I carry her to bed, I know that everything that’s changing between us isn’t an obstacle. It’s just a stepping stone to the next stage in our happily ever after.