“Get it wet,” he orders.
It takes me a moment to realize it’s another plug, only this one is significantly smaller than the one that he used to gag me with. With his fingers at my lips, he twists the plug over my tongue, coating it in my saliva before he slips it out of my mouth. Not giving me a chance to protest, he slides it between my buttcheeks, pressing it firmly against my ass until the muscles relent, and he pushes the plug inside of me.
“Sebastian,” I say, half squeal, half moan.
“You’re lucky it’s not the big one,” he says gruffly, tugging on the smaller plug and twisting it while the bulb sits inside of me.
“Sebastian,” I say again, struggling not to back into the plug that feels no bigger than the fingers he had inside of me earlier.
“Do you need me to gag you again?” he threatens.
I shake my head.
“You’re lucky I love you more than life, Little Bird, or else it’d be my dick splitting your ass in two, not that little plug. I’d make you take it, and then force you to thank me once I was done fucking you raw. And you’d do it, wouldn’t you, wife? You’d take my fat cock in your ass and then be grateful that I’ve reminded you of your place.”
We’ve been married for over a year, and he’s never spoken to me like this before. He’s always been in control in the bedroom, but he’s never made me feel like an object, and I’ve never wanted it before. Until now.
Outside of sex, I’m not scared of his threats anymore. I’ve more than proved myself as equally capable of insane behavior as he is. But here, now, with my body sore from the way he’s used me and my ass full of a plug that I told him I didn’t want, I feel the calmest and most settled I have in months.
As I close my eyes, I fall asleep aching but peaceful, and I have the best night’s sleep I’ve had since before I learned the truth about Bunny and Hunter’s relationship.
FOUR
SEBASTIAN
I sleepfor more than twelve hours and wake up feeling like I’ve mainlined four Red Bulls with a triple espresso chaser. Turning to my left, I’m half expecting the bed beside me to be empty, but instead I find Starling sprawled naked beside me, her expression serene.
Memories of the night before fill my mind as I remember the threats I made and the way she reacted. The smell of sex fills my nose, and I chuckle softly to myself as I spot the plug I pushed into her mouth, then threatened to force into her ass, sitting innocuously on the floor beside the bed.
She hadn’t reacted the way I’d expected. I’m not saying that I don’t want to fuck her ass—I definitely do—but she’s made it clear that the idea of the pain scares her, and beyond a little light finger play, we’ve never dabbled with anything else anal-related. She was the one who suggested buying the plugs after a drunken night out with Bunny, who had confided to Starling that she and Hunter love anal play. But once she was sober and the plugs had arrived, she’d freaked out and refused to even try them out.
Last night, after I sent away the security guard she’d ordered to stand sentry outside our bedroom door, I’d been pissed, andI’d wanted to punish her by scaring her a little. Only she hadn’t just been scared, she’d been excited too. After I pushed the plug into her mouth, I’d expected her to panic or spit the toy out and tell me to go fuck myself, but she hadn’t. Instead, she’d lit up like a rocket, visibly turned on by the way I’d taken control of her body and the filthy threats I’d whispered into her ear.
I love Starling more than life itself. I’d never hurt her, but last night wasn’t the first time I’ve used sexual threats to attempt to intimidate her. I’d been angry when I’d done it in the past, but despite her fear, she’d never asked me to stop, and afterward she’d admitted that she enjoyed me being in charge in the bedroom.
Last night was different. Her body reacted in a way I’ve never seen before, and I intimately know every inch of her from her head to her toe. From forcing the plug in her mouth to threatening to use her like a broodmare, to pushing that big plug against her tight asshole after I’d fucked her pussy with it and coated it in our combined cum, she was a green light all the way. The more fucked up the things I was saying were, the wetter and more eager her body got.
Although I hate admitting it, Starling isn’t the same girl I fell for at sixteen. She’s changed. She’s harder, she’s more ruthless. She’s like me, and maybe it’s time I stop treating her like she’s still a naive high schooler and accept that my wife is different and that some of the rules of our relationship might have to change too.
I’m silently pondering how my realization will alter our marriage when she starts to stir, a soft smile spreading across her lips as her body instinctively stretches. Watching her, I see the slight grimace that tugs at her lips when she closes her legs and smile to myself, knowing that she’s feeling the reminder of how hard I fucked her last night.
Blinking, her eyelids part, and she opens her eyes, turning to look at me. “Hey,” she croaks, her voice rough.
“Good morning, Little Bird,” I purr. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Sore,” she says, laughing lightly.
“Good,” I growl.
Clearly not expecting my response, she turns to look at me, her lips parted in shock. “Good?” she questions.
“Very good,” I confirm, leaning over to claim her lips with mine before I roll out of bed and make a show of bending over and picking up the plug from the floor. Her eyes go wide when she spots it, and pink heats her cheeks. I hope she’s remembering what I did with it last night.
Leaving the bathroom door open, I wash the plug, then stride back into the bedroom with it gripped in my hand. Crouching down beside the bed, I lean down and kiss her, happy when she eagerly kisses me back, her lips parting to allow me to slide my tongue into her mouth.
When I pull back, her eyes are a little glassy and her lips are pink.
“Open,” I say, sliding my palm around her throat as I lift my other hand, revealing the plug before I press it against her lips.
