When I finally fall asleep, it’s with hope blooming in my chest and wetness pooling between my thighs.
“Open.”
The sound of Sebastian’s voice drags me awake, and I blink my eyes open to find him standing over me, his hard dick in his hand, his fist sliding up and down the length.
“Open,” he says again, not waiting for me to do as he asks before he shoves his fingers between my lips and forces them to part.
The moment my mouth is open, he forces his dick down my throat and comes, hot cum making me choke as wave after wave spurts from the head.
“Perfect, swallow every drop,” he coos, stroking my cheek lovingly, even as he forces himself deeper with a final jerk of his hips.
“What?” I start to ask the moment he slides his wet dick out. But instead of speaking, he just smiles and drags the covers back over me again.
“It’s early, go back to sleep. I have to go into the office today. I probably won’t be back until dinnertime. Your security team is ready if you decide to go to school. I love you, Little Bird.”Leaning down, he kisses me roughly, not caring about the cum I just swallowed.
Blinking, I realize he’s not naked, he’s fully dressed in a suit, button-down, and tie. Tucking his spent cock back into his pants, he smooths down his jacket, picks up his cell, then blows me a kiss and leaves.
I wake up late to the sound of my cell phone ringing. Grabbing it, I hit the red button when I see my mom’s name on the caller ID and click into the group chat I have with the girls instead.
Bunny: Did Bastian seriously change your degree to an online program?
January: I wish I could do online, the people in my classes still hate me.
Sammy: At least you’re not carting round a beachball-sized baby bump. I’ve had to go to campus today to try to get them to refund Evan his money so my dad can pay for the rest of my degree.
Bunny: Why does your dad want to pay?
Sammy: My dad doesn’t care, I do. It’s the principle, especially because it’s going to take me longer to finish my course because of the baby.
Me: It’s Evan’s fault you’re pregnant, he should be paying. I’ll text him later to make sure he’s getting you an epic push present.
Bunny: So? Is it true @Starling
Me: Yep. My husband is a psycho. Plus, I got to meet my security team after he decided I need a full team of huge dudes to escort me anywhere I go, just in case I decide to make a run for it.
January: Have you told him how upset it’s made you?
January is forever the peacemaker; she’s turned Clay from a ruthless tech genius to a teddy bear who would do literally anything for his wife.
Sammy: This is Bastian. He doesn’t care if he upsets her.
Bunny: Were you in a fight last night? It didn’t seem like you were mad at each other.
Me: No, we’re working on calling a cease-fire.
Dropping my cell on the bed, I get up and head for the bathroom. After showering and brushing my teeth to get rid of the taste of cum, I go downstairs and find a foil-covered plate of food in the refrigerator.
We might live in a huge house, but I refuse to get staff, or at least not live-in ones. Most of the time that means us fending for ourselves, which isn’t great when neither of us knows how to cook. All summer, Sebastian has been threatening to arrange a meal delivery service for us, and judging by the clearly professionally arranged acai bowl with berries and honey waiting for me, he went ahead and organized it.
Taking my food and a coffee out to the patio, I sit down in the warm morning sunshine and eat. Once I’m done, I grab my laptop and check the online portal, but there are no new class lectures posted, so I spend a little time working on my assignments, then change into running shorts and a sports bra and go for a run on the beach.
Unlike two days ago, this time I’m not sprinting with the intent of getting away from my insane husband. Instead, I runabout five miles before I turn around and slowly jog back. My lunch is still warm, wrapped in foil, and waiting for me on the counter when I come back downstairs after my second shower of the day. There’s no company logo on the foil, or any hint of what service Sebastian has employed, but I take the plate of salmon, rice, and veggies covered in a spicy sweet chili sauce and eat in front of the TV.
It’s after six p.m. when the front door opens. I’m half expecting it to be someone delivering food, but instead it’s Sebastian, his eyes dark and feral as he storms inside and beelines for me. Not speaking, he grabs my legs, drags them down the couch, rips my shorts and panties off, then slams his dick into me, holding my hips off the cushions as he fucks me in frantic thrusts.
Finding my clit with his thumb, he rubs in fast circles, hurtling me toward an orgasm. He waits for me to come, then follows, his hips pistoning his dick into me as he groans a guttural noise, his eyes closing, and shoulders slumping the moment I’m full of his cum.
Sighing, he pulls his dick free of me, then sits down beside me, pulling my legs over his lap. “Hey baby, I really fucking missed you today.”
