Unlike the last time I had Sebastian’s cock in my mouth, his hands aren’t on my hair, forcing me to take him until I gag. This time, I’m both in and out of control. I don’t really know where the conversation we just had came from. Sebastian has never, not once, even hinted that he was willing to give up an inch of control. Yet moments ago, he offered himself up on a platter if it would make me happy.
He loves me. I’ve always known it, but seeing how far out of his comfort zone he was prepared to go to keep me was the reminder that I didn’t realize I’d been craving. Since the moment we met, Sebastian has either led and I’ve followed, or he’s dragged me kicking and screaming and fighting tooth and nail behind him. But no matter how willing I was to go with him, it’s always been his way.
Until now.
He gave me him. A gift I wasn’t expecting and don’t need. I don’t need to control him. It’s not what I want, it’s not what I’ll ever crave. But knowing that he is willing to offer up something that means so much to him shocked me.
It made me realize that I’ve been fighting for something I don’t actually want. If he were to walk away from me, I’d never recover. Neither of is whole without the other. Neither of us is complete without this fucked-up relationship we’ve created.
I’ve proved that I’m just as capable of being a psycho as he is. I’ve proved I can coerce, lie, manipulate, and control him, his friends, and our life. I’ve claimed my spot in a world that was given to me. But now I don’t have to prove myself anymore. I’m Starling Lockwood. I’m strong, capable, and a fully fledged member of the psycho club. I earned my spot and the respect that came with it.
Now I can relax and let Sebastian control me, because he knows that I’m allowing him to do it. My submission is a gift. It’s a representation of my love, because I’m trusting him not to abuse it. I’m obeying his crazy demands because it makes me happy and turns me on, and because I don’t have to, but I’m choosing to.
Closing my eyes, I suck his cock into my mouth, taking him deep enough that I gag around the head as it hits the back of my throat.
“Perfect, Little Bird. Breathe through your nose and swallow me deep,” Sebastian praises, gently stroking my hair.
His softly spoken words urge me on, and I push up a little taller, trying to take more of his cock. Sliding his leather-shoe-clad foot between my legs, he rubs my pussy while I try to swallow past my gag reflex.
Hollowing my cheeks, I try to suck the cum out of him, my mouth watering for the taste of him as I bob up and down hislength, and he teases my wet pussy with the laces of the dress shoes he’s wearing.
Up and down, I suck hard, taking him deep each time, until I feel him harden and his gentle fingers become a steely hold, pushing my face down into his lap while his dick pushes into my throat and a hot stream of cum spurts straight down into my stomach.
Grabbing his legs, I grunt around his cock, pushing at his thighs, desperate to pull back, but he holds me in place.
“Swallow every drop like the good little whore that you are. You worked hard sucking my dick for all that cum, I wouldn’t want you to miss any.”
My throat spasms involuntarily as my eyes water, and drool drips from the corners of my mouth, but I do as he says and breathe through my nose until he finally allows me to pull back. Panting for breath, my chest heaves as I look up at him through wet lashes and watery eyes.
“Perfect, Little Bird. Are you ready to sit on me until I decide to fuck you, or do you want a minute?”
“A minute,” I croak, my throat sore, my voice ragged.
Smiling softly at me, he nods, placing his hand on my head and pushing me down until my cheek is pressed against his softening cock.
“Open up. Your mouth can keep my dick warm until your cunt is ready to do it. Although judging by how wet you got my shoes, your cunt is already greedy to be filled.”
His filthy words send a shudder down my body to my core, and I swallow down the groan that begs to break free. His hand in my hair guides me down, so I part my lips and take his softening cock into my mouth again.
“Fuck, that feels good. Don’t suck, your only job is to hold my dick in your mouth until I’m ready to fuck your cunt.”
Closing my eyes, I rest a little of my weight against his thigh, my body humming with arousal as he strokes my head, telling me how well I’m doing. How good I am. How perfect I feel. The praise, mixed with the way I’ve given myself over to him, makes my muscles relax, and I exhale around his rapidly hardening cock, sighing happily.
I’m not sure how much time passes before he tugs me off his dick.
“Time for me to sample your second hole of the day. I think I’ll save your third for later. Unless you want to go for a swim, then I can fill you with a plug now and start stretching you out.”
“Sebastian,” I rasp as he guides me to my feet between his spread legs.
“You’ll take it for me, won’t you, Little Whore? You’ll pull your perfect ass cheeks open and beg me to force my hard cock into your tight little hole, won’t you?”
“Sebastian,” I pant, fear and excitement and the weird sense of relaxation bubbling inside of me.
“Should I just fuck you there now?”
“No. Please, no,” I beg, fear starting to overwhelm the other things I’m feeling.
Opening his desk drawer, he pulls out a black velvet bag. Loosening the strings, he opens it, then tips the contents out onto his desk.
