Grabbing her ankle, I drag her down the couch, then reach for her shorts.
“No,” she hisses. “I am seriously not in the mood.”
Ignoring her, I continue to tug at her clothes.
“Sebastian.”
“I’m not asking for permission,” I snarl, unable to keep the feral dominance from my tone as I hear the stitches rip in her shorts as I yank them off of her, revealing her bare pussy.
Needing her naked, I bat her hands away as I tug her top up, leaning down and taking a nipple into my mouth. Biting until her protests turn to moans, I push a hand between herthighs and plunge two fingers into her cunt. Feeling the heat and wetness suck me deeper, I start to slowly thrust in and out of her body until she relaxes, finally melting beneath my touch.
“I’ll never ask for permission, and you don’t get to say no,” I tell her, releasing one nipple only to suck the other into my mouth, biting down just as hard until she cries out.
“Spread your legs for me,” I demand.
Instantly complying, she lifts one leg and hooks it over the back of the sofa, doing as I ask and putting herself on display for me.
Finding her clit with my finger, I work the tiny bundle of nerves until her chest is heaving and she can’t keep still, pushing her core into my hand until she comes with a cry. At the sound of her release, I replace the fingers in her pussy with my dick, slamming into her and fucking her hard and fast until she comes again, soaking my dick, before I follow her over the edge and pump my cum into her cunt.
“Sebastian,” she says breathlessly, pushing at my chest. Not moving, I stay inside her while my dick softens, toying with her nipples and pinching and squeezing them between my fingers and thumbs. When I finally let my dick slide out of her, we’re both calmer, our muscles relaxed.
“I’ll destroy her for this,” I whisper against my wife’s lips before I kiss her, claiming her and reminding her that she’s mine.
“No. We’ll destroy her. This isn’t just about you,” Starling reminds me.
Conceding, I nod, palming her throat and leaning down to press a kiss over her pulse point.
Exhaling, I bring my mug of coffee to my lips and take a drink as I watch Starling settle into the couch in her therapist’s office.
“So, Starling, how have you been? It’s been a couple of weeks since your last appointment.”
Sighing loudly, Starling pushes her chocolate-brown hair back off her face, dragging her fingers through the length. “It’s been…it’s been…it’s been okay. I guess.”
“You guess?” Dr. Sally repeats. “Has something happened?”
“So much,” Starling says on a crazed-sounding laugh.
“Why don’t we start with your husband? How are things going with the new sexual dynamic you mentioned at your last appointment?”
“That is…well…” Starling’s cheeks heat up, going a sexy shade of pink. “That’s going good…really…really…good.”
“I’m pleased to hear that. And outside of your sexual relationship?”
“To be honest, that’s been kind of great too.”
“Did you talk to your husband about the decision to alter your security measures?”
Starling shakes her head. “No. To be honest, I forgot. But since then, we’ve agreed that I’ll take one of my security guards with me and that the rest will do what they’ve always done and be an invisible presence.”
“And is that something you’re comfortable with?” Dr. Sally asks.
“Yes.” Starling nods. “James—he’s the guard standing outside the door—is fine. Obviously, he’s following me around, but he also acts as my driver and he carries the bags if I go shopping. I thought I’d hate it, but I actually don’t mind it.”
“Finding a compromise that works for both you and Sebastian is great. I’m pleased that you were able to do that. How about school? Are you back to attending classes on campus?”
“No. I’ve decided to finish my degree online. I don’t plan to ever tell Sebastian, but I’ve never really felt comfortable on campus. When I first started it was because I felt like everyone was staring at me, wondering why Sebastian wanted me, and now it’s because I married a very powerful man from an even more powerful family with connections with three more equally powerful families. My best friends are their wives, and my brother is as influential as my husband. I just…” Trailing off, she sighs again. “When I started high school, I was different because I wasn’t rich or popular or powerful. Now I’m different because I married into a family that is so rich and popular and powerful that I’m still the outsider, but for a completely different reason.”
“That must be tough,” Dr. Sally agrees.
