Chapter 11 Starling #2
Kissing me again, he reaches for the soap, coating his hands with suds before he starts to lather me.
Starting at my neck, he works his way down the front of my body, carefully cleaning me.
Getting more suds, he moves to my back, working his hands over my shoulders, down my spine, my ass cheeks, then down my calves.
On the way back up, he parts my cheeks and taps on the plug still buried in my ass.
“You forgot about this again, didn’t you?” he asks, amusement clear in his voice.
“Oh my god.” I grimace and nod.
Gripping the end of the plug, he slowly slips it free, then works his fingers inside of me, filling me and stretching me in a way he’s never done before.
“Sebastian,” I breathe shakily.
“It’s okay, Little Bird. Look how well your body is taking me. Tell me you want more.”
“I…” The word dies on my tongue as a tremor rushes through me.
Instead of pushing me more, he slips his fingers free and slides the plug back into me again, rising to his full height.
Not speaking, he pours shampoo into his hands, then massages it into my hair, digging his fingers luxuriously into my scalp, until all of the tension from the ass play has melted from my body.
Washing the suds out, he runs conditioner through my hair, then palms my face and kisses me, reaching up to turn the water off as he smiles down at me.
Wrapping me in a towel, he takes my hand and leads me over to the counter. Once I’m standing in front of the vanity, he moves behind me and lifts my right hand, placing it over the edge of the basin, then does the same with my left.
Catching my attention in the mirror, he smiles. “Don’t move.”
I nod, because what else would I do? He might tell me he won’t ask permission and that I don’t get to say no, but that’s just part of the game. My husband loves me, and he’d never do something that I didn’t want to. But I’m ninety-nine percent sure I’m going to love whatever he has planned.
Pushing his hand between my thighs, he cups my pussy. “Spread your legs, Starling.”
Doing as he asks, I shuffle my feet apart, pushing a little more of my weight onto my hands.
The moan that falls from my lips when he sinks to his knees behind me and licks a path to my entrance is positively wanton, and I tighten my hold on the basin when the tip of his tongue slips inside of me before continuing backward until he reaches the plug that’s still buried in my ass.
Gripping the end with his fingers, I brace for him to slowly pull it out. But instead, he twists it, tugging it halfway out before pushing it deep again, toying with me until he finally slides it all the way out, reaches up, and drops it into the sink.
My stomach clenches when he rises to his feet behind me.
I’m not stupid, all the plugs and anal play have been leading to more, but I wasn’t expecting it here or now.
Swallowing thickly, I watch him in the mirror, waiting to feel his hard dick against my hole.
But instead, he leans over me and turns on the faucet.
Splashes of water dot onto my hands, arms, and face as he reaches above me and opens the medicine cabinet.
“Sebastian?” I ask, uncertainty lacing my voice now that I’m unsure what he’s going to do. It wouldn’t surprise me if he had plugs stashed all over the house. My husband is exactly the type of man who would have sex supplies in various places, just in case.
But when he closes the door and I see what’s gripped in his hands, it’s definitely not a sex toy.
“Sebastian,” I say again, sounding wary.
“I love you, Little Bird,” he tells me.
“Sebastian, what are you doing?” I ask, my eyes no longer on our reflection but fixed firmly on the packets of birth control tablets that he has in his hands.
Instead of answering, he positions his dick at my entrance and pushes his cock into my pussy, slamming forward hard enough that I struggle to keep my hold on the basin.
“I want us to have a baby,” he says slowly, popping a pill from the packet and watching as it hits the stream of water and is sucked down the drain.
“Sebastian!” I exclaim, horrified.
“I want to pump you full of my cum,” he says, pulling back, then pushing back into me again, popping another pill from the packet, then another. “I want to put my baby in your belly.”
Another thrust, another pill lost to the drain.
“I want to breed your greedy little cunt and stuff it so full of my cum that it’s dripping out of you.”
His dick pistons in and out of me, fucking me in slow, hard thrusts, a new pill lost to the water every time he fills me.
“This is the last time you’ll ever take these pills. No doctor will prescribe you another birth control, no pharmacy will give you a Plan B, and your security has strict instructions to never allow you to go near an abortion clinic.”
“You’re crazy,” I say, trying to sound outraged, not excited.
Pill after pill swirls down the drain until an entire packet is gone, and he drops the foil wrapper to the counter. Instead of starting on the next packet, he abruptly stops fucking me and pulls his dick out, repositioning it at the entrance of my asshole.
“I won’t stop fucking you, and I won’t allow you to take anything to stop you from getting pregnant.
But if you aren’t ready to have a child yet, then from now on, I’ll fill this tight little asshole with my cum instead of your greedy cunt.
I know you want me to fuck you like this.
I know you want me to force you. But instead, I’m going to force you to make a choice. ”
My muscles freeze as he pushes the head of his cock against my ass, not breaching the band of muscles but making sure I can feel how close to doing it he is.
“Make a choice, Starling. If you want my baby growing in your womb, pop those pills into the sink and watch them wash away. Then beg me to fill you with my cum as many times as it takes to breed you. But if you’re not ready, drop the pills to the floor and hold on tight because I’m going to fuck this tight little asshole until it’s overflowing with my cum, and I’ll keep fucking it until you tell me you want my baby. ”
“Sebastian,” I gasp, feeling the pill packet being pushed beneath my fingers.
He’s giving me a choice, but it’s a crazy choice.
Either accept that we’re actively trying to get pregnant, or agree to only do anal until I’m ready to start trying for a baby.
It’s crazy, but then so is Sebastian. So am I. So is this insane life we have.
My fingers start moving before I’m even aware of what I’m doing, and we both watch as pill after pill after pill falls from the packet and disappears down the drain.
His dick pushes into my pussy as the last pill falls, and he collars my throat, lifting my head and dragging me up so we can both see the crazed look in my eyes.
He fucks me until he comes with a cry, our gazes locked as he pumps his cum into my core, and a silent acknowledgment passes between us.
The birth control pills I’ve been taking might be working today, but they won’t last forever.
“I think I could become almost as obsessed with putting my baby in you as I am with keeping you,” he growls into my ear, his dick hardening as his hips roll and he starts to fuck me again.
Instead of going to work, Sebastian stays home, and we spend the day in bed, his dick only out of me long enough to use the bathroom or clean up. By the time we fall asleep, after eating dinner in bed, I’m exhausted and sore, but oddly happy.
“I’ve got it,” Sammy announces triumphantly, waddling her huge pregnant body through the door and into the house, her cell held out like a trophy.
“You’ve got what?” I call from the den, where I’m currently lying with my head in Sebastian’s lap, his rock-hard cock exposed and wet from my saliva.
“Are you decent?” Evan calls, following his wife into the house.
Slipping his sweatpants up to cover his cock, Sebastian sighs, then shouts. “Unfortunately.”
Sammy’s burst of laughter announces her arrival, but she’s groaning by the time she lowers herself down onto the couch opposite ours.
“What is so important that you felt the need to waddle over here?” Sebastian asks, churlishly.
“Evan, can you punch Bastian for me?” Sammy asks her husband sweetly.
“Sure,” Evan says with a laugh, punching Sebastian playfully in the arm.
“Urgh, that was lame. Starling, go find a chastity belt and put your pussy on lockdown for a few days.”
Smiling, I laugh. “Hunter and Bunny are the ones with the freaky sex toy collection, not us.”
Exhaling resignedly, Sammy rolls her eyes and shrugs. “True. But I’m still going to figure out a way to punish your asshole husband for saying I’m waddling.”
“Wild One, you called it waddling twenty minutes ago when you insisted on walking over here instead of coming in a cart,” Evan reminds her.
“Seriously, I’m your fucking wife, and you’re still on his side?” she growls, throwing her hands in the air dramatically before flipping the bird at both Evan and Sebastian.
“I think you look beautiful. Do you want a drink?” I ask her, rubbing her belly affectionately as I pass her on the way to the kitchen.
“Apple juice if you have it,” she calls as I grab bottles of water for me, Evan, and Sebastian, then some of the apple juice that Evan insists we all keep in our refrigerators for Sammy because she loves it so much.
Carrying the drinks back into the den, I hand them out, then plop back down into Sebastian’s lap, wiggling against his hard dick under the pretense of getting comfortable.
“You ready to hear it?” she asks.
“The floor is yours,” I tell her, waving my arm out toward the empty space in front of us.
“Okay, so I did some Googling and a bit of internet stalking on both Tom and Courtney. They’re not connected on each other’s socials, but I did find a picture of them together at a party on campus last year.”
“Wait, how old is Tom? Surely, he’s too old to be partying with college kids,” I say.