“Much better,” he purrs, leaving me to swim more laps.
After ten more lengths, he swims over to me again, taking my nipples into his mouth and sucking until I moan and whimper from the pain that’s become intense but exhilarating at the same time. Once both sides have been in his mouth, he swims away, lapping up and down the pool while I sit panting and watching him, my bikini bottoms wet, but not because of the water.
When he comes back to me this time, he lifts me out of the water and turns me around, positioning me half in, half out of the pool, my arms holding my upper body over the side. Untying the strings on my bottoms, he throws them away, spreads my legs, then slams into me, reaching around me to pinch and squeeze my nipples while he fucks me in fast, shallow thrusts.
The pain mixes with the pleasure until I splinter, struggling to hold my weight up as I cry out my release. Pinching my nipples between his fingers, he follows me over the edge, the heat of his cum scorching my insides as he fills me.
Pushing me farther onto the side, my stomach hits the tile as his dick slips free, my sore nipples raw as they touch the stone patio beneath me.
“Do not move. I want to see my little bird, spread wide and dripping cum like a whore while I finish my laps.”
Using the excuse of exhaustion, I stay put, my upper body resting on the tile patio, my legs spread, my naked pussy dripping his cum, while he lazily swims the breaststroke up and down the pool. I’m not sure how long I wait, but my heart rate and breathing are normal by the time he returns to me. Pressing his warmth behind me, he slides two fingers inside of me, then brings one to my ass, pushing relentlessly at my hole until his finger is buried to the knuckle.
“The next time you swim, Little Bird, you do it naked, my cum dripping from your freshly used cunt and a plug in your ass.”
“What?” I gasp breathlessly, each pant pushing me deeper onto his probing fingers.
“I want to watch my perfect little whore swim, knowing you just took my cock and begged for my cum while I bent you over and forced a plug into your ass,” he growls, ripping his fingers out of me, then lifting me into his chest and climbing out of the pool with me in his arms.
Lowering me to the lounger, he presses a soft kiss to my lips, then to each of my sore nipples in turn. “Dinner at Hunter and Bunny’s tonight,” he says, sweetly, before he smiles and swaggers away, his spent dick swinging as he walks.
“What the hell is going on with you and Bastian?” Sammy demands, one hand curled beneath the weight of her baby belly as she glares at me.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“I mean the constant ‘fuck me’ eyes you two have been giving each other all night. What the fuck is going on? All you’ve done is glare at each other for the last seven fucking months.”
Scoffing, I shake my head. “Yesterday, my security team was standing in the driveway, in black suits,” I tell her.
“What? You mean you saw them? The ninjas—you saw the ninjas?” Her excitement is palpable. Since the moment that I told her that Sebastian has had security following me for years, she’s been obsessed with spotting them. Determined to outsmart the professionals my husband has used to stalk me since I was sixteen.
“Saw them and spoke to one of them. His name is Tom Underhill.”
“Oh my god,” she squeals. “How? Why?”
“My neurotic husband has decided that if I want to go to school, I have to take a full team of security guards with me.”
“Okay,” she says slowly, “but haven’t they always been with you at school?”
“I mean, yeah, I guess they have. But he’s decided I have to take them with me, as in surrounding me like a wall of very visible men in suits.”
“Oh shit. Why?” She giggles.
“You know why,” I say with a sigh.
“He still thinks you’re going to do a Houdini?”
“I’ve told him again and again that I’m not going anywhere, but he doesn’t believe me. We had a huge argument yesterday, so he called the dean and changed me to an online student. All of my classes are now recorded lectures and online resources.”
“Wait. So, you guys had a huge fight. Bastian dramatically oversteps, as per usual for his brand of psycho. But that doesn’t explain why you’ve been eye-fucking and why you look…horny.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks as I remember everything that’s happened between us.
“What the fuck?” Sammy blurts, lifting her hand and pointing at my flushed cheeks. “What is happening right now?”
Laughing, I shake my head. “Honestly, I have no fucking clue. Last night we were fighting, and I dragged the security dude upstairs and made him check the windows and doors in our bedroom and bathroom. Then I told him he needed to stay posted outside the door so I couldn’t escape. After I fell asleep, Sebastian came to bed and he woke me up, and he…”
“He what?” Sammy asks, her voice hushed.
