Chapter 10 Sebastian
TEN
SEBASTIAN
The nauseous feeling that pooled in the pit of my stomach the moment Courtney said she wanted Starling to divorce me, is still there hours after we leave Sammy and Evan’s place. All of this is my fault, even though it’s been years since I even spoke to my wife’s former best friend.
To be honest, I barely knew her name, even when I was using her to provoke Starling. On the rare occasion that I actually spoke directly to her, I think I called her “sweetie” or “babe,” or some kind of generic nickname that men use when they can’t be bothered to learn a woman’s name.
When I first saw Starling, Courtney was the only person my little bird spent any time with.
After I did some research into her, I realized that both she and her family were wealthy social climbers.
Her parents are both lawyers, and although they have family money on both her mom’s and dad’s sides, they’re still nobodies in our social circle.
During freshman year, as we watched my little bird and her friend navigate high school, it was clear to me that Courtney was only maintaining a friendship with Starling because Starling is fucking gorgeous, and even though Cassidy had no money to speak of, Starling’s looks raised Courtney’s stock.
By the summer before they started their sophomore year, it was clear that Courtney intended to see how her friend fared once the shelter of being a freshman had faded. If her star shone, she’d maintain the friendship, if not, she’d dump her at the first opportunity.
The moment I claimed Starling, Courtney decided that she was willing to do anything, including siding with virtual strangers over a friendship she’d maintained since elementary school, if it helped her climb the social ladder toward the upper epsilon.
When Starling pushed back against our relationship, Courtney was easily swayed to our side, and she almost immediately helped me to trap Starling by being willing to overlook her friend’s worries, protests, and fear in exchange for popularity.
Once Starling left me, Courtney truly believed we planned to keep her around.
She hung off the guys, soaking up the popularity that came from being part of our social circle.
When I brought her to Cassidy and Harry’s wedding, I thought it would enrage Starling.
I thought seeing me with the friend I told her I’d take from her if she dared to leave me would break her.
But it didn’t. In fact, seeing Courtney on my arm didn’t affect her at all.
By the time she came back for the wedding, my little bird was cold, distant, and already broken beyond repair. Looking back now, I should have seen the damage we caused, but I was blinded by anger and rejection, and all I wanted to do was hurt her the way she’d hurt me.
In the face of Starling’s indifference, we cut ties with Courtney, making sure that everyone at school knew that we were no longer associated with her.
I hadn’t realized she was coming to Kingsacre until we ran into her at the first bonfire I took Starling to, to show everyone at school that she was mine.
I don’t really remember the conversation, but now that Starling has reminded me, I have a vague memory of Courtney spitting some vitriol at Starling and Starling laughing. Beyond that, I haven’t seen or spoken to Courtney since.
She, like every other woman on the planet, holds no interest for me. The only person I’ve ever wanted. The only woman I’ll ever want is Starling. My wife, my little bird, and now my little whore.
Pushing out of my chair, I step from behind my desk and make my way into the living room, where Starling is cyberstalking Courtney’s socials, searching for anything to explain how she got close enough to take invasive photos of us in our own home.
Dragging my top up and over my head, I drop it to the floor, pushing my shorts off as I walk, not bothering to pick them up as I close the distance between me and my wife.
The urge to claw back control when so much of my world is spiraling into oblivion pushes at me, and the moment I’m close enough, I take the tablet from Starling’s hands and dump it on the table.
“Sebastian,” Starling snaps angrily.
Grabbing her ankle, I drag her down the couch, then reach for her shorts.
“No,” she hisses. “I am seriously not in the mood.”
Ignoring her, I continue to tug at her clothes.
“Sebastian.”
“I’m not asking for permission,” I snarl, unable to keep the feral dominance from my tone as I hear the stitches rip in her shorts as I yank them off of her, revealing her bare pussy.
Needing her naked, I bat her hands away as I tug her top up, leaning down and taking a nipple into my mouth.
Biting until her protests turn to moans, I push a hand between her thighs and plunge two fingers into her cunt.
Feeling the heat and wetness suck me deeper, I start to slowly thrust in and out of her body until she relaxes, finally melting beneath my touch.
“I’ll never ask for permission, and you don’t get to say no,” I tell her, releasing one nipple only to suck the other into my mouth, biting down just as hard until she cries out.
“Spread your legs for me,” I demand.
Instantly complying, she lifts one leg and hooks it over the back of the sofa, doing as I ask and putting herself on display for me.
Finding her clit with my finger, I work the tiny bundle of nerves until her chest is heaving and she can’t keep still, pushing her core into my hand until she comes with a cry.
At the sound of her release, I replace the fingers in her pussy with my dick, slamming into her and fucking her hard and fast until she comes again, soaking my dick, before I follow her over the edge and pump my cum into her cunt.
“Sebastian,” she says breathlessly, pushing at my chest. Not moving, I stay inside her while my dick softens, toying with her nipples and pinching and squeezing them between my fingers and thumbs. When I finally let my dick slide out of her, we’re both calmer, our muscles relaxed.
“I’ll destroy her for this,” I whisper against my wife’s lips before I kiss her, claiming her and reminding her that she’s mine.
“No. We’ll destroy her. This isn’t just about you,” Starling reminds me.
Conceding, I nod, palming her throat and leaning down to press a kiss over her pulse point.
Exhaling, I bring my mug of coffee to my lips and take a drink as I watch Starling settle into the couch in her therapist’s office.
“So, Starling, how have you been? It’s been a couple of weeks since your last appointment.”
Sighing loudly, Starling pushes her chocolate-brown hair back off her face, dragging her fingers through the length. “It’s been…it’s been…it’s been okay. I guess.”
“You guess?” Dr. Sally repeats. “Has something happened?”
“So much,” Starling says on a crazed-sounding laugh.
“Why don’t we start with your husband? How are things going with the new sexual dynamic you mentioned at your last appointment?”
“That is…well…” Starling’s cheeks heat up, going a sexy shade of pink. “That’s going good…really…really…good.”
“I’m pleased to hear that. And outside of your sexual relationship?”
“To be honest, that’s been kind of great too.”
“Did you talk to your husband about the decision to alter your security measures?”
Starling shakes her head. “No. To be honest, I forgot. But since then, we’ve agreed that I’ll take one of my security guards with me and that the rest will do what they’ve always done and be an invisible presence.”
“And is that something you’re comfortable with?” Dr. Sally asks.
“Yes.” Starling nods. “James—he’s the guard standing outside the door—is fine. Obviously, he’s following me around, but he also acts as my driver and he carries the bags if I go shopping. I thought I’d hate it, but I actually don’t mind it.”
“Finding a compromise that works for both you and Sebastian is great. I’m pleased that you were able to do that. How about school? Are you back to attending classes on campus?”
“No. I’ve decided to finish my degree online.
I don’t plan to ever tell Sebastian, but I’ve never really felt comfortable on campus.
When I first started it was because I felt like everyone was staring at me, wondering why Sebastian wanted me, and now it’s because I married a very powerful man from an even more powerful family with connections with three more equally powerful families.
My best friends are their wives, and my brother is as influential as my husband.
I just…” Trailing off, she sighs again. “When I started high school, I was different because I wasn’t rich or popular or powerful.
Now I’m different because I married into a family that is so rich and popular and powerful that I’m still the outsider, but for a completely different reason. ”
“That must be tough,” Dr. Sally agrees.
“It is, but probably not for the reason you’d think.
A part of me misses being poor. I miss being dismissed and ignored.
I never told Sebastian, but after we got married, most of the time when I was alone on campus, I felt like a sideshow at the circus.
No one would talk to me; people would beg the professors not to be put in a group with me for projects.
Everyone was terrified that I’d tell my scary husband that they did something wrong.
I was a pariah, and not having to go to class and be around that is kind of a relief. ”
Exhaling, I smile. If Starling had told me how she felt and how her classmates treated her, I could have done something to stop it, but knowing that even when I’m being high-handed and controlling, I’ve made her life easier, does make me feel more justified in the methods I’ve employed to keep an eye on her.
“Have you talked to your husband about this?” Dr. Sally asks.
“God no.” Starling laughs. “If I told him the people in my class were being mean to me, he’d probably get them all expelled.”