She’s wearing her usual jean shorts and tank top, three inches of her belly visible between the waist of her shorts and the hem of her shirt.
“Strip,” I order.
Glancing back at the open door, she turns back to me questioningly.
“Strip, Little Bird.”
Pulling her shirt and bralette over her head, she pushes down her shorts, stepping out of them and her shoes, before moving toward me in just her panties.
“Everything,” I order.
Sighing, she glances at the door again, hooking her thumbs into the waist and pushing them down her legs, stepping out of them and closing the space between us completely naked.
“Sit,” I growl, holding my dick up as I point to my lap.
The moment she’s close enough to touch, I turn her so she’s facing the door, then pull her down onto my waiting cock, guiding my hardness into her heat until she’s in my lap, her legs spread wide astride mine, her cunt engulfing my cock.
“Sebastian,” she moans as she grips the edge of my desk.
Instead of fucking her, I hold her in place, sitting unmoving on my cock while I wait for her gaze to land on my computerscreen, where the footage of her walking from the doctor’s office, in the car, and the tracker app are clearly visible.
“What the fuck?” she whispers.
“What’s the matter?”
“You’re watching me?”
“I’m always watching, Little Bird. I’ve been watching you since the day I saw you. I watched you as you slept in your tiny single bed at your dad’s. I watched you shower when you slept in the turret I made just for you. I watched when you ran on the treadmill downstairs two days ago. I’ve been watching you since the moment I realized you existed, and I’ll be watching you until I take my last breath. I’m the stalker you married, the one you love, the one who loves to watch, to own, to control you. I know you’ve changed, and I’ll try to allow you some of the freedom you need, but even then, I’ll never stop protecting you. I’ll never look away, because I know how lucky I am, and I’m not stupid enough to ever give you up.”
“Sebastian,” she gasps again, clenching and unclenching her internal muscles around me as her body starts to ache for more.
“What do you need, Little Bird? Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you. I’ll always give you anything.”
“I need you to fuck me.”
“Then ride away. Use me, I’m yours.”
“What?” she questions, shock evident in her voice.
“Ride my dick, Starling, take what you need. Be selfish and use my dick to make yourself come. You’re in charge. You own me. I’m yours,” I tell her, releasing my hold on her and curling my fingers around the arms of my chair.
“I’ve never…” she starts.
“You’ve ridden my cock a thousand times. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.”
“I…no…I don’t understand.”
“I’m your puppet. You’re my master, wife. Control me.”
“No,” she splutters, looking at me over her shoulder, her brows furrowed in confusion.
“Why not? I thought you wanted this.”
“Why would I want this?” she asks.
“I’ve pissed you off this week. I’ve made you take a team of security guards with you every time you’ve left the house. I changed you to an online student so I didn’t have to let you go to campus. I’ve spent the morning stalking you. Punish me. Ride my dick until you come all over it, but stop me from filling you. Take control, Little Bird.”
“That’s not what I want,” she admits, lifting herself off my dick, turning to face me, and sitting down on the edge of my desk.
