Without answering, Sebastian looks from the plug to the dildo, dropping the plug to the bed as he pushes the dick-shaped toy inside of me. “Keep that in there,” he growls before he pushes my hands from my ankles, grabs my hips, and flips me to my stomach.
Positioning me on my knees with my chest on the bed, he pushes two pillows under my hips to stop me from lying down flat.
“Sebastian.” I laugh again. “What are you doing?”
“I’m keeping my cum inside of you while I punish you.”
“Punish me?” I question on a chuckle.
“Do I ask permission for how I use your body?” he growls, sounding serious.
“No, but.”
Grabbing the end of the dildo, he slides it out an inch, then pushes it deep, palming the sides of my legs and forcing my thighs together. “Your body is mine, and I’ll use it how I see fit.”
“I know, but.”
“So, if I decide I want to tease you all night and never give you my cock, whose decision is that?”
“Yours, but.”
“If I decide I’m going to fuck you over and over and not let you out of this room until I’ve put a baby in your womb, whose decision is that?”
“Sebastian.”
“Whose decision is that?” he repeats. “I offered you the chance to take charge, and you didn’t want it. You gave that control to me. You surrendered your body willingly. So, who gets to decide if I’m going to fuck you over and over and not let you out of this room until I’ve put a baby in your womb?”
“You do,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Exactly. I do, Little Bird. I decide when and if you get my cock. I decide when and if you get to come. I decide exactly what you get and when. I take what’s mine to take, and you don’t get a say in that, do you?”
“No,” I agree, hating how excited his possessive words are making me.
Leaning over me, he curls his fingers around the plug in my ass and pulls it free, dropping it to the mattress. I hear the sound of Sebastian spitting seconds before wetness hits my hole. “I told you I was going to punish you, didn’t I?” he taunts, forcing the tip of his wet finger into my ass.
“Sebastian,” I whine, feeling the pressure as he works his finger into me, spitting again as he adds a second.
“You gave me control of this perfect body, so to punish you for trying to take that control away from me, I’m going to fuckthis tight little ass and fill it with my cum. Then I’m going to use this big plug to keep it inside of you while we try to make a baby.”
My ass softens easily, used to the invasion of his fingers and the smaller plug we’ve been regularly playing with. I try not to push back into his hand, but I can’t help it, and my hips roll, sinking deeper onto him until I can feel his knuckles against my skin.
“You’re the perfect little whore, aren’t you? Even when you’re being punished, you’re still desperate for more.”
Sliding his fingers free, I hear the click of a lid, followed by the sensation of cold, slippery liquid landing on my ass. Probing fingers spread the lube over me, pushing it into me and coating me inside and out, as he scissors his fingers and stretches me wider than he has before.
“Oh god,” I moan as he tries to push a third finger into me. “It burns,” I whine.
“Shh,” Sebastian coos, slowly working his fingers until I feel so full I’m panting.
An unintelligible sound falls from my lips as I lift my fist to my lips and bite down on my hand.
“You’re doing so well, the perfect little anal whore for me,” he coos. Pulling his fingers free, he squirts more lube onto me before pushing the end of the bottle against my hole and squeezing it inside of me.
Gasping, I try to speak, but I’m rendered silent when cold, hard latex starts to inch inside of me, the narrow tip slipping into my body as he slowly, purposefully works the large plug into my ass.
The relentless burn and pain steal my breath until the plug slips fully inside of me, stretching and filling me, while the flat base that stays outside of my body locks it into place. With the plug in my ass and the dildo still filling my pussy, I must look like the whore my husband told me I was going to be.
“Fuck,” Sebastian hisses, sounding almost as breathless as I feel.
