“My little bird. You’re my perfect little whore, rubbing your used and cum-filled cunt all over my leg. If you’re a good girl and come all over me, before you fall asleep, I’ll spread your thighs and eat your ass until you come so hard you’ll pass out.”
His words tip me over the edge, and I come with a cry, bearing down on his thigh as my legs shake. Once my breathing has calmed, he twists me around, settling me across his lap, with my cheek pressed against his heart, while he feeds us both sweet mochi and tells me over and over again how much he loves me.
SIX
SEBASTIAN
My life is good.
So good that I’m worried that this might all be a fever dream and that I’ll wake up to my angry wife and struggling marriage and not the well-fucked and begging-to-obey whore in the bed beside me.
It’s been almost a week since the day she ran from me and threw a fit about her security team. Since then, we’ve fallen into an oddly comfortable routine that consists of me seeking out my wife and fucking her like a whore whenever the mood takes me.
Our friends have noticed the difference between us, but just sex isn’t enough. I need more. Which is why instead of working, I’m watching the live stream from the hidden camera I had someone plant in my wife’s therapist’s office.
“So, Starling, how has your week been so far?” Dr. Sally Kendrick, Starling’s therapist, asks from her cream wingback chair, her tablet poised on her lap to take notes.
Sighing softly, Starling smiles. “It’s actually been really good.”
“Well, that’s great. Why don’t you tell me about it? How is school? This is your junior year, correct?”
“Oh, well, Sebastian had a meltdown about me going back to campus, and he made my security team stop hiding.”
“Is that why?” Dr. Sally points in the direction of the waiting room, where James, the head of Starling’s security team, is standing sentry just outside the door.
“Yep, that’s why I have a bodyguard. But honestly, if it’d just been one security guy, I probably could have handled that. I have a full team of four huge dudes, and on the first day of school, they were waiting in the driveway, ready to come to school with me.”
“That’s quite an escalation. Did you talk to Sebastian about that? Did he give you a reason for the increase in security measures?”
Scoffing, Starling shakes her head. “I don’t need to ask him. I know why he did it. It’s because he thinks it’ll be harder for me to leave him if I’m literally surrounded by four huge ninjas.”
Dr. Sally purses her lips. “We’ve talked about his fears about losing you before, and you’ve admitted that while you have no immediate plans to leave your relationship, you have used the threat of leaving as a weapon during disagreements. Have you done that recently? Do you think there’s a reason he’s reacted this way?”
In the months since Starling started seeing her therapist, I’ve waited for her to tell her the full truth about our relationship and that of our friends. But she never has. This isn’t the first of her therapy sessions that I’ve spied on. It’s not the tenth. I’ve monitored every single session since the second time she met with Dr. Sally. I’m fully aware of the lines I’m crossing, but honestly, I think I’ve shown again and again that there isn’t a boundary I won’t destroy to keep my wife.
I don’t know what was said in that first session. If I’d known it was happening in advance, I’d have had my associate plant the camera before she arrived so I could watch that one too. ButI didn’t know she was starting therapy until her security team informed me she’d arrived at a doctor’s office.
I did have my hacker access Dr. Sally’s notes, but they held no specifics about concerns the doctor had about anything I’d done, so I’m guessing Starling skirted around the more morally gray aspects of our relationship in that session, the same way she’s done in every one since then.
“No, I feel like all I do is reassure him over and over that I’m not leaving him, but it doesn’t seem to matter how many times I say it, he doesn’t believe it,” Starling says, sounding exasperated.
“Could there be a legitimate security concern that’s prompted him to change your security arrangements? On our first session, you mentioned that you’ve had a discreet security presence in place for a number of years and that it’s never bothered you. Has that changed?” Dr. Sally asks.
When I first found out about Dr. Sally, I was worried that the doctor would turn my wife against me, that she’d tell her my behavior was unacceptable and borderline abusive. But honestly, most of the time it seems like Dr. Sally is on my side. I’m sure if she knew the full extent of the things I’ve done, she’d change her mind, but in the sanitized version Starling has given her, Dr. Sally seems to think that I’m just a concerned husband and not the psycho my wife knows me to be.
“He hasn’t mentioned anything to me,” Starling concedes.
“Do you think he would? You said that there were threats made against your husband and the other men in your life when they were children. It’s what prompted his parents to have trackers fitted, isn’t it? Given the prestige and wealth the Lockwood family has amassed, I’d imagine that the risk would be higher now that you’re married. Could you be considered the weakest link? Or perhaps a bigger target given your stepfather’s wealth too?” Dr. Sally surmises.
“I’m not close with Harry, though. I don’t have any kind of relationship with him, he’s Evan’s dad and my mom’s husband. He’s nothing to me,” Starling protests.
“I know you feel that way. But to an outside attacker looking to target two wealthy families, you could be kidnapped and ransomed back to either or both families.”
“I suppose. Although surely someone would have told me if I’m actually at risk,” Starling says, reluctant to agree.
“Perhaps that’s a conversation you should have with your husband. Tell me about how school has been with your new security arrangement.”
“I haven’t been.”
