Chapter 15 Starling #2
“I’m more than happy to distract you,” he says as he climbs over me. Caging me to the bed with his body, his lips find mine, and I moan into his mouth, happy to be distracted as he palms my breast, teasing my nipple between his fingers.
Sebastian was my first kiss, but because he was insane, possessive, and scared the hell out of me when we first met, I never had the opportunity to just enjoy making out.
That’s not to say that we didn’t kiss. We did, lots of times, but I was so overwhelmed and frightened that the only thing on my mind when he touched me was survival.
When I came to Kingsacre years later, things between us escalated to sex so quickly that kissing didn’t seem that important.
Since Sebastian and I called a cease-fire and fell in love, we have had a lot of sex.
We struggle to keep our hands off each other most days, but now in this moment, instead of pushing for more, he kisses me lazily, like his lips on mine is all he wants.
I don’t know how long we make out for, but his teasing fingers on my breasts become punishing pinches, followed by gentle caresses that make my already well-fucked body come back to life, eager for more.
“Sebastian,” I moan into his mouth.
Ignoring me, he palms my thighs, dragging the pillow from beneath my butt as he starts to grind his cock against me, not pushing inside but teasing my clit as he rocks his cock between my folds.
“Fuck me,” I beg, tugging at his hair and trying to pull him away from my lips.
Ignoring me, he lifts my thighs higher, bringing my knees almost to my chest. The movement makes his dick slip closer and closer to where my body desperately needs him, but as the head of his cock slides toward my entrance, he rolls his hips, gliding back toward my swollen and needy clit.
“Please, please,” I beg, too desperate to care how pathetic I sound. When his dick pushes into me, I whine, then whimper when he slides back out again, teasing his wet cock through my soaked folds.
Over and over, he taunts me with his control, dipping inside of me, only to retreat and punish my swollen clit.
I’m nothing but sensation, a feral animal only capable of moans and begging pleas.
When his dick pushes into me for what feels like the hundredth time, I cross my legs around his back and try to keep him in place.
Tightening my internal muscles around his dick, I clench as tightly as I can, doing my best to lock his dick inside of me.
“Let go of me, Little Bird. You get what I give you. I’m in charge, and you’ll lie there and take it.”
Ignoring him, I tighten my hold on him.
“Bad little whores who don’t obey get punished,” Sebastian growls into my mouth.
“I don’t care,” I pant, already on the cusp of another orgasm.
Pulling away from my lips, Sebastian nods, then starts to fuck me, palming both of my thighs and forcing me to unhook my legs from his back. Sliding almost all the way out, he slams back into me again, practically bending me in two with each feral thrust.
My eyes roll in my head as waves of pleasure mingle with the hint of pain, and I come so hard tears prickle at my eyes. Like my orgasm triggers something in him, he thrusts deep, once, twice, then growls an angry, painful sound as he pins me in place and pumps his cum into me.
“Don’t move,” he growls, lifting my hands and placing them on my ankles, forcing me to hold my legs in the air as he slides his dick out of me and pushes the pillow he discarded earlier back beneath my hips.
“Sebastian.” I giggle.
“Don’t move, Little Bird, I’m serious,” he says, rolling off the bed and opening the bedside cabinet.
“What are you doing?” I question when he sits back down beside me with the large butt plug we’ve never used and a short but thick dildo gripped in his fist.
Without answering, Sebastian looks from the plug to the dildo, dropping the plug to the bed as he pushes the dick-shaped toy inside of me. “Keep that in there,” he growls before he pushes my hands from my ankles, grabs my hips, and flips me to my stomach.
Positioning me on my knees with my chest on the bed, he pushes two pillows under my hips to stop me from lying down flat.
“Sebastian.” I laugh again. “What are you doing?”
“I’m keeping my cum inside of you while I punish you.”
“Punish me?” I question on a chuckle.
“Do I ask permission for how I use your body?” he growls, sounding serious.
“No, but.”
Grabbing the end of the dildo, he slides it out an inch, then pushes it deep, palming the sides of my legs and forcing my thighs together. “Your body is mine, and I’ll use it how I see fit.”
“I know, but.”
“So, if I decide I want to tease you all night and never give you my cock, whose decision is that?”
“Yours, but.”
“If I decide I’m going to fuck you over and over and not let you out of this room until I’ve put a baby in your womb, whose decision is that?”
“Sebastian.”
“Whose decision is that?” he repeats. “I offered you the chance to take charge, and you didn’t want it.
You gave that control to me. You surrendered your body willingly.
So, who gets to decide if I’m going to fuck you over and over and not let you out of this room until I’ve put a baby in your womb? ”
“You do,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Exactly. I do, Little Bird. I decide when and if you get my cock. I decide when and if you get to come. I decide exactly what you get and when. I take what’s mine to take, and you don’t get a say in that, do you?”
“No,” I agree, hating how excited his possessive words are making me.
Leaning over me, he curls his fingers around the plug in my ass and pulls it free, dropping it to the mattress. I hear the sound of Sebastian spitting seconds before wetness hits my hole. “I told you I was going to punish you, didn’t I?” he taunts, forcing the tip of his wet finger into my ass.
“Sebastian,” I whine, feeling the pressure as he works his finger into me, spitting again as he adds a second.
“You gave me control of this perfect body, so to punish you for trying to take that control away from me, I’m going to fuck this tight little ass and fill it with my cum. Then I’m going to use this big plug to keep it inside of you while we try to make a baby.”
My ass softens easily, used to the invasion of his fingers and the smaller plug we’ve been regularly playing with. I try not to push back into his hand, but I can’t help it, and my hips roll, sinking deeper onto him until I can feel his knuckles against my skin.
“You’re the perfect little whore, aren’t you? Even when you’re being punished, you’re still desperate for more.”
Sliding his fingers free, I hear the click of a lid, followed by the sensation of cold, slippery liquid landing on my ass. Probing fingers spread the lube over me, pushing it into me and coating me inside and out, as he scissors his fingers and stretches me wider than he has before.
“Oh god,” I moan as he tries to push a third finger into me. “It burns,” I whine.
“Shh,” Sebastian coos, slowly working his fingers until I feel so full I’m panting.
An unintelligible sound falls from my lips as I lift my fist to my lips and bite down on my hand.
“You’re doing so well, the perfect little anal whore for me,” he coos. Pulling his fingers free, he squirts more lube onto me before pushing the end of the bottle against my hole and squeezing it inside of me.
Gasping, I try to speak, but I’m rendered silent when cold, hard latex starts to inch inside of me, the narrow tip slipping into my body as he slowly, purposefully works the large plug into my ass.
The relentless burn and pain steal my breath until the plug slips fully inside of me, stretching and filling me, while the flat base that stays outside of my body locks it into place.
With the plug in my ass and the dildo still filling my pussy, I must look like the whore my husband told me I was going to be.
“Fuck,” Sebastian hisses, sounding almost as breathless as I feel.
Instead of touching me, I hear the sound of the lube opening again, and I glance over my shoulder just in time to see him liberally coating his cock in shiny, wet lube.
“Sebastian,” I whimper.
“It’s okay, Little Bird. I was going to leave you plugged for a while, but I can’t. My dick’s too eager to get into your ass. You’re the perfect little whore, and your ass is going to swallow a nice big load of cum for me, isn’t it?”
“Sebastian,” I whimper again, scared and unsure, but incredibly needy and excited too.
“You’ll take it, because that’s what I’m telling you to do, won’t you, Starling?” he growls, his voice suddenly cold and stern.
“Yes,” I croak, wanting to obey him. Wanting to give over the control of my body into his hands. Wanting the exhilaration of being possessed the way he’s possessed me since the moment we met.
Grabbing hold of the plug, he slowly tugs it out of me, making me whine when he pauses with the widest part of it stretching me. I exhale a ragged breath when it pops free, and he drops it to the bed, immediately replacing it with his cock.
The plug felt enormous, but as the head of his cock presses against my hole, the vicious burn returns, and I screw my face up as he applies relentless pressure to my ass until the muscle relents and his dick starts to push its way inside.
Swallowing, I try to catch my breath as he pushes and pushes until his hips are pressed against my butt cheeks, and I feel so full my stomach hurts.
“Oh fuck. Holy shit,” Sebastian pants, holding my hips in place to stop me from moving.
After a long moment, he pulls back, then gently slides forward. I groan, a long, low, animalistic sound that falls from my lips without my permission.