“It’s the plug we bought, the one that you took one look at after we brought it home and declared was too big for that perfect ass of yours.”
A squeaking noise escapes me around the anal plug that’s in my mouth, but as I reach up to remove it, he grabs my hands, pushing them back down, and holding them tightly in place.
“If he hears you, that plug is going inside that tight little asshole of yours, and you’ll wear it while I fill your cunt with my cum, then I’ll use it as lube to fuck your stretched-out ass.”
Fear, mixed with excitement, makes a tremor run through my body as he holds my wrists together with one hand, then pushes the other between my thighs to toy with my pussy. Spreading my folds, he pushes two fingers into my heat, slowly working them in and out of me while I suck on the toy that I’ve been too scared to ever use.
Sebastian and I have toyed with the idea of anal. He’s pushed a single finger inside of me, but we’ve never gotten any further because the idea frightens me. We bought a couple of plugs, including the biggest one that’s in my mouth right now, but when I felt them in my hand, I refused to let him use them on me. I know he’d like to try anal, but we have enough normal sex that I don’t think either of us feels like we’re missing out.
“There we go, your cunt is soaked. Is that because you need to be fucked hard by your husband to get rid of all your anger, or because you want that big plug forced inside your ass? I think you’d like it if I pinned you down and used my cum to lube up your tight hole. You’d moan and scream and beg me not to, but when I forced that plug through your muscle and into your ass, you’d explode and come like the perfect little bird you’ve always been for me. Instead of a gilded cage, I’ll get you a gilded plug and lock you in with it filling you up.”
His words and the demented threats push me higher and higher until my body is vibrating, and I can feel my pussy gushing with arousal.
“Come on my fingers, Starling, I need you soaked, because I’m going to fuck all of my frustration into you. I’m going to takeyou so hard that tomorrow you won’t be able to walk, let alone run away from me.”
Ripping my hand out of his hold, I fist the sheets beneath me, almost glad of the way the plug in my mouth is stifling the sounds of my orgasm as I splinter, convulsing as pleasure pours through me. Flipping me to my belly, Sebastian rips my legs apart and fills me in one brutally hard thrust, slamming into me while my body is still fluttering with release. Just like he promised, he’s not gentle. This isn’t lovemaking, it’s a punishment. It’s him reminding me that while he might be losing control of my mind, my body is still his to command.
“Fuck, your cunt is so fucking tight. Even when I’m slamming into you like you’re a whore, you clamp down on me, begging me to fill you with my cum. You want that, don’t you, Little Bird? Maybe you need a new cage, a gilded life sentence that’ll grow in your womb. I’ll lock you into our life with a dozen babies, make you my broodmare, too swollen and dripping with milk to ever escape. Maybe I’ll have your security team strap you into a breeding bench like the one in that fucked-up book you read. I’ll keep you by my desk, just three holes to be filled with my cum until you’re so pregnant you can’t take any more. Then once you push out my baby while you’re still gaping and bleeding, I’ll strap you back in again and breed you again, planting my seed in your womb until it takes root. I’ll do it over and over until you really are as broken as you keep telling me I’m making you.”
Moving me how he wants, he uses me, making me an object for all of his fear and anger and annoyance. Each thrust moves me up the bed, only for him to drag me down again, impaling me on his dick over and over again, while my body drips with excitement, begging for more.
Not removing the plug from my mouth, I suck frantically on it, my hand covering my lips as I fight not to make a noise. Bothwanting and not wanting him to follow through on his threat and force the huge butt plug inside of me.
I come again, then again, struggling to hide how much I’m enjoying the degrading way he’s managed to reduce me to feeling like nothing more than a hole for his pleasure. I shouldn’t like this, but it calls to the new darker urges inside of me that have been building and building since the softer side of me hardened.
The sound of spitting is immediately followed by pressure, as I orgasm for a third time and Sebastian forces his fingers into my ass. Not going slow like he’s done in the past, he pushes and pushes, not caring that it hurts, as he slams into me, moving his fingers in rhythm with his dick until he grunts and groans, his hips slowing as he pumps his cum into my aching and sore pussy.
Long moments pass, his dick still buried inside of me, his fingers in my ass, the plug in my mouth, and nothing but the sound of our panting breaths to fill the silence that feels fragile and dangerous.
Moving first, he reaches up, peels my hand from over my mouth, and tugs on the plug, waiting for me to part my lips before he slips it out of my mouth, strings of saliva glistening in the moonlight.
Instead of dropping the plug to the mattress, he pushes it beneath me, sliding it through my folds and rubbing it over my clit until it’s slick with my arousal. Pulling his cock from inside of me, he drags the plug back a little further, coating the latex in the mixture of his cum and my own arousal before he slips it into my pussy, making a shocked squeak burst from my now empty mouth.
Keeping hold of the end of the plug, he fucks me slowly with it, pulling it all the way out of me before pushing it back in again. After repeating the action several times, he pulls it free, sliding itfrom beneath me as he drags the fingers that I’d forgotten were still in my ass out.
Hissing, I try to move, but his weight keeps me pinned in place as he rubs the wet plug against my hole, making my ass clench and tighten as I attempt to stop him from pushing it into me. Instead of forcing the latex-coated bulb inside of me, he leans forward, pressing his lips against my ear.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t want this, Little Bird.”
“It’s too big,” I whisper.
“This body is mine,” he reminds me.
“Please,” I beg.
Instead of relenting, he pushes the plug more firmly against my ass, and the tip starts to breach the entrance.
“Sebastian,” I gasp, unsure if I should push back into the pain or beg him to stop, as fear starts to overwhelm the excitement.
“You won’t take it for me?” he questions.
“It hurts,” I whimper.
“Good. You need the pain to remember who you are,” he growls, pushing the plug a little deeper until the broad stretch becomes a burn.
“No.” The pressure on my ass dissipates, and I sag with relief.
My relief fades quickly when, instead of rolling off me, Sebastian leans to the side, then brings something to my mouth, waiting for me to part my lips before he pushes it into my mouth. The familiar taste of latex coats my tongue, and I grunt as he holds whatever he just put in my mouth in place.
