“I can’t wait until it’s my dick slipping into your ass, but this will do for now,” I tell her, swinging my palm down and spanking her ass cheek hard enough to leave a perfect handprint on her creamy skin.
“Sebastian,” she shrieks, lurching upward, her eyes wide.
“I’ll find you a bikini,” I tell her with a smirk, sauntering naked from the bathroom and into our closet. Opening her dresser, I find the tiniest, most expensive bikini she owns and pull it out. It’s a suit that I stupidly bought for her for our honeymoon, then refused to allow her to wear when I saw how small it was.
“This one?” she questions hesitantly, taking the tiny scrap of white fabric and holding it up.
“That one,” I tell her.
Pulling it on quickly, she twists to look over her shoulder in the mirror. The white triangles cover her small pert breasts, but the bottoms are so small they look closer to a thick G-string than a bikini. Normally I’d lose my mind over the idea of anyone seeing her looking like this, but right now I want Courtney tosee my wife looking sexy as fuck, dripping with my cum, my handprint on her butt and my plug in her ass. I want that evil little bitch to see how owned my wife is, how loved and adored and mine she is and always will be.
Spotting the red mark on her ass, instead of cringing, Starling laughs. “Oh my god, look at my ass, you barbarian.”
Smiling, I pat her other cheek gently. “I’ll see you down there, I’ll bring drinks.”
“Okay,” she says, slipping her feet into slides before she rushes from the closet and disappears from our room.
Finding my discarded swim shorts, I pull them back on, then pad barefoot back down to the pool with a smug, shit-eating grin spread wide across my face.
THIRTEEN
STARLING
Laughing softly to myself,I skip down the stairs, grimacing slightly at the feeling of Sebastian’s cum oozing out of me and into the ridiculously small bikini he told me to put on. The heat from the handprint and the metal plug moving enticingly in my ass all combine, making me want to turn around and rush back to my husband instead of toward the bitch trying to blackmail me into leaving the man I love.
But this is all a part of the game we’re playing, and having a chance to not only be a total psycho, but plan it with my equally insane husband, is an aphrodisiac that I’d never considered before. I’ve witnessed firsthand how crazy my husband can be, and he’s seen the repercussions of what happens when I take control of a situation. But doing it together is new, and honestly, I love it.
For the first time, we’re on equal footing, both unashamedly psycho when it comes to protecting our perfectly fucked-up marriage.
Courtney might think she’s clever. She and Tom might have plotted and planned the photos and blackmail between them, like ruining us was their couple goal, but they bothunderestimated, or simply overlooked the fact that I’m not the same person I was in high school.
Back then I’d have crawled into a ball and been broken by the threat of those pictures being exposed. Now I’m on Team Scorched Earth, with zero remorse.
When I step back onto the patio, Courtney is perched on the edge of a lounger, her feet bare, her expression sour as she stares out at our beautiful gardens and the beach beyond. Her parents have money, but not on this scale. She grew up in a big house with a pool. She went on fancy vacations and drove a brand-new car, but this kind of wealth was beyond anything her family could have provided for her.
The level of excess that we live with is almost vulgar, but although I doubt I’ll ever get used to Sebastian’s net worth, I do adore our home. It’s huge—far bigger than we’ll ever need, but it’s warm and comfortable, and it’s ours. I love the pool, I love the beach, I love that even though I didn’t want to, Sebastian forced me to get involved with the planning and designing. I love that every room, every feature, and every color is what we picked together.
“Sorry, Sebastian insisted on helping me pick a swimsuit,” I say on a giggle, deliberately bending over to place a towel on the lounger and making sure she can see the hand print he’s left on my ass. “He’ll be out in a minute, he’s making us drinks,” I tell her, settling onto the lounger beside her. “So, are you single? Married? I haven’t seen anything in the society pages, but I don’t tend to pay much attention if I’m honest.”
“No, I’m single,” Courtney says, adjusting her tits in her bikini.
“Really?” I gasp dramatically. “I guess I figured you’d be at least engaged by now, what with us being juniors and all.” Truthfully, I think it’s ridiculous that rich people think everyone should get married and join families and wealth so young. But ifSebastian and I hadn’t met in high school, he would have been expected to marry young but for an alliance, instead of love.
“My parents have made some suggestions, but I’m hoping for a bigger fish,” Courtney says, her eyes twinkling when Sebastian appears in the doorway carrying a tray full of drinks.
“Really?” I say excitedly. “Do tell. Would we know them?”
Ignoring me, she preens, running her fingers along the sides of her bikini top under the pretense of adjusting it as she stares at Sebastian.
“Here we go, ladies,” Sebastian says, ignoring her obvious attempts for attention, as he hands me a drink first, then passes one to her, and takes the final one for himself. Instead of pulling up a chair, he scoops me into his arms, then steals my lounger and sits me between his thighs as he pulls out a bottle of sunscreen and starts to rub it into my skin.
I have to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing when his hands go from rubbing the lotion into my skin to basically groping me, his whole hand slipping beneath my tiny white bikini top under the pretense of protecting my skin.
Unable to stop myself, I let out a throaty laugh when he slips his fingers into my bikini bottoms, boldly cupping my pussy. “Sebastian,” I half whine, half giggle.
“I can’t help it, Little Bird,” he groans into my neck, nipping his teeth over my pulse point.
The more sexual Sebastian’s touches become, the more annoyed Courtney becomes. If her reaction weren’t so obvious, I’d have stopped Sebastian from putting on a show, but I can’t help enjoying her disgust.
