Chapter 15 Starling #3
Repeating the movement, he slowly and carefully inches in and out of me, hitting the base of the dildo still lodged in my pussy every time he bottoms out.
When he slips out a little more, the pain as he forces himself deeply inside of me combines with the jolt of pleasure the dildo causes, making my breath hitch and something deep inside of me spark to life.
He fucks my ass in deep, controlled thrusts, holding my hips in place as he commandeers my body, using it for his pleasure.
Each thrust becomes faster, deeper, and harder until it feels like my body is on fire as each thrust of his dick in my ass moves the toy in my pussy and inches me closer and closer to a release that I’m not sure if I’m terrified or excited for.
“Rub your clit. Make yourself come,” he demands, his voice hoarse.
Pushing one shaky hand beneath me, I find my swollen clit and start to rub, desperate for an orgasm but so tense and unsure that I don’t know if I can get there.
“Make yourself come, Little Whore. I want to feel you come with my dick in your ass and your cunt stuffed full of a toy so you don’t lose any of my cum before I fill you all over again.”
His words push me over the edge, and I orgasm as he loses control, slamming his dick into me in bruisingly hard thrusts that make me whimper even as my body trembles with release.
I don’t know if I black out, or if my orgasm just goes on for so long that I lose track of what’s happening around me, but when I blink back to reality, I’m lying in Sebastian’s arms, my ass sore, my pussy still pulsing around the toy.
“You did so well, you took me so well,” he coos, gripping the base of the dildo and starting to work it in and out of my core. “Come once more for me, then we’ll get cleaned up.”
“I can’t,” I rasp, my voice barely audible.
“You can. You will. Once more, then I’ll let you rest for a while.”
I chose to ignore the for a while and focus on my body, reaching for the pleasure that I’m not sure is close enough to touch. Like he can hear my thoughts, Sebastian slips out from beneath me, rolling me to my back as he positions himself between my legs.
His tongue finds my clit while he fucks me with the toy that’s been holding his cum inside of me. Lapping, flicking, and circling my clit, his tongue demands my obedience, and my body obeys, orgasming painfully around the toy.
My clit is too sensitive, and I whimper when he laps at it with his tongue one last time, whispering, “You’re so perfect. My perfect little whore,” seconds before I close my eyes and drift to sleep.
I wake up to the sensation of being carried moments before he lowers me in his arms into a tub full of hot water.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft and sweet as he cradles me to his chest.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
Chuckling softly, he collars my neck, tipping my face back so he can kiss me. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I tell him when he finally drags his lips from mine.
Falling quiet, I exhale, exhausted from the sex, the orgasms, and the fear-filled excitement of the anal. I’m not sure that I want to admit that I enjoyed it yet, mainly because it hurt, and knowing that I liked the pain makes me feel…weird.
After a while, Sebastian grabs the soap and washes me, handing me the shampoo so that I can squeeze it into his palm.
This isn’t the first time he’s bathed me, or the first bath we’ve shared.
Because as strained as the last year has been, we’ve always had this closeness.
Closing my eyes, I tip my head back and allow myself to relax as my husband massages shampoo into my scalp just the way I like.
Once he’s rinsed the shampoo, he smooths conditioner through my hair, then pulls me down to lie on his chest while his fingers probe at my sore ass and pussy.
“How sore are you?” he asks, sounding concerned.
“Sore,” I admit.
“We can take another bath later if you want, and I’ll grab you some Tylenol when we’re done in here.
Your cunt’s not too sore though, is it?” he asks, already knowing the answer.
Having sex multiple times a day is pretty normal for us, especially in the last few weeks since we’ve been experimenting with free use.
“No, it’s a little sore, but it’s fine.”
“Good, because I’m not anywhere close to being done with you yet,” he says with a knowing smirk.
After we get out of the bath, change the sheets, and then climb back into bed, Sebastian receives a phone call from the chief of police, advising him that they found texts and emails between Tom and a second person.
Of course, we know exactly what they found, because Clay is the one who hacked both Tom and Courtney’s cells and Tom’s laptop and made sure that all of their communication was easy for the police to find.
Playing dumb, Sebastian acts shocked as Chief Turner assures him that they’re interrogating Tom and hope to have the name of his accomplice soon.
“Do you think he’ll tell the police who Courtney is?” I ask after he ends the call.
“He did all of this for her, at her suggestion. I’d be surprised if he tells the police about her, knowing she’ll get into trouble.”
“I need to tell you something,” I say.
“What?” he asks cautiously.
“I’m not sure what we should do to Courtney,” I admit.
“I thought you had a plan?”
“I did. But ruining her reputation and bankrupting her doesn’t seem like enough when she was plotting to get someone to hurt me.”
“I agree,” Sebastian says, his expression darkening.
“But I don’t want to kill her. That’s a line that you can’t come back from, even if you never get caught.”
Sebastian thinks about it for a long moment before he reluctantly agrees. “I know. Although it’s what she deserves,” he growls angrily.
“But I’m not sure what lands between ruination and death on the punishment scale,” I admit.
“Hmm, utter destruction without death. I’ll need to think about that,” he says, hugging me a little closer.
“I still don’t get why she’s doing this, if you and her were never a thing. Why bother? We’ve been together for years; she must have known that we got married. I mean, your parents put the announcement in every single society page they could find.”
“I don’t know, Little Bird,” he sighs.
“Did we look into her family? Are her parents okay financially? Does she need money? Although if this was about money, she’d have asked for that, not for me to divorce you,” I say, immediately answering my own question.
“I’ll ask Clay to look into her parents.
But in the meantime, I don’t want you leaving the house at all, not even with your security.
Especially not with your security. We’re assuming that only Tom was involved, but until we’ve done a full investigation of all of the people protecting you, I don’t think we should trust them. ”
“Do you think James knew what he was doing?” I ask, my voice weak.
“No, I don’t. We spoke to him before we called the cops.”
“Wait?” I shout, pushing away from his chest. “You called the cops?”
Snickering, he nods. “Yes, Little Bird. You said you didn’t care what happened to Tom, as long as he never set foot in our home again. So, I called the cops and our lawyers.”
“Oh my god,” I say, hearing the shock in my voice. “I can’t believe you called the cops instead of…I don’t know, destroying him and his entire family.”
“Tom isn’t one of us. His family isn’t to blame for his actions, and they don’t deserve to suffer because he’s an idiot who got pussy-whipped by a girl.”
“So, no revenge? No ruin or destruction?” I question, surprised.
“He’s been arrested for theft, extortion, and revenge porn, and our lawyers are in the process of starting a civil suit for breaching the NDA he signed, emotional damages, and defamation, along with anything else we can think of.”
“And that’s enough?” I ask.
Sebastian’s chuckle sounds more like the psycho I know and love. “James didn’t feel that it was.”
“You told him?”
“I did. He immediately resigned,” Sebastian says.
“I thought you said he didn’t know what Tom was up to?”
“He didn’t, which is why I refused to accept his resignation.
After I showed him proof of Tom’s betrayal and advised him that the police were on the way, I asked him to go and fetch his nephew.
James beat him bloody. When he shoved him toward the police officers, Tom’s face was a mess, his wrists were bound with zip ties, and James’s knuckles were raw and covered in blood. ”
“He beat him up?” I question, shocked.
He nods. “He did. Then after the cops took him away, he asked what else we were doing to make him pay.”
“Oh my god,” I gasp.
“He not so subtly told us he’d seen a lot over the years while he’d been protecting you. Then he mentioned that Tom has a mortgage and debts, that he’d wanted to start a business, and that he had a girl somewhere, but that he didn’t know who she was.”
“James wants to be in the psycho club,” I say, a shocked giggle slipping from my lips.
“I think he might already have been a member even before he met us,” Sebastian says.
“So, Tom is fucked. What the police and the lawyers don’t ruin, we will,” I say, not bothering to pose it like a question.
“Yes,” he agrees.
“But what about Courtney?”
“I think you’re right. Handing her over to the police right now would have been a mistake. We need to make sure that when they take her in, it’s with enough evidence to send her to jail for a long time. I won’t risk her getting out and trying to get to you, or us, again.”
“Agreed, and I think I have an idea of how to do that.”