Instead of touching me, I hear the sound of the lube opening again, and I glance over my shoulder just in time to see him liberally coating his cock in shiny, wet lube.
“Sebastian,” I whimper.
“It’s okay, Little Bird. I was going to leave you plugged for a while, but I can’t. My dick’s too eager to get into your ass. You’re the perfect little whore, and your ass is going to swallow a nice big load of cum for me, isn’t it?”
“Sebastian,” I whimper again, scared and unsure, but incredibly needy and excited too.
“You’ll take it, because that’s what I’m telling you to do, won’t you, Starling?” he growls, his voice suddenly cold and stern.
“Yes,” I croak, wanting to obey him. Wanting to give over the control of my body into his hands. Wanting the exhilaration of being possessed the way he’s possessed me since the moment we met.
Grabbing hold of the plug, he slowly tugs it out of me, making me whine when he pauses with the widest part of it stretching me. I exhale a ragged breath when it pops free, and he drops it to the bed, immediately replacing it with his cock.
The plug felt enormous, but as the head of his cock presses against my hole, the vicious burn returns, and I screw my face up as he applies relentless pressure to my ass until the muscle relents and his dick starts to push its way inside.
Swallowing, I try to catch my breath as he pushes and pushes until his hips are pressed against my butt cheeks, and I feel so full my stomach hurts.
“Oh fuck. Holy shit,” Sebastian pants, holding my hips in place to stop me from moving.
After a long moment, he pulls back, then gently slides forward. I groan, a long, low, animalistic sound that falls from my lips without my permission.
Repeating the movement, he slowly and carefully inches in and out of me, hitting the base of the dildo still lodged in my pussy every time he bottoms out. When he slips out a little more, the pain as he forces himself deeply inside of me combines with the jolt of pleasure the dildo causes, making my breath hitch and something deep inside of me spark to life.
He fucks my ass in deep, controlled thrusts, holding my hips in place as he commandeers my body, using it for his pleasure. Each thrust becomes faster, deeper, and harder until it feels like my body is on fire as each thrust of his dick in my ass moves the toy in my pussy and inches me closer and closer to a release that I’m not sure if I’m terrified or excited for.
“Rub your clit. Make yourself come,” he demands, his voice hoarse.
Pushing one shaky hand beneath me, I find my swollen clit and start to rub, desperate for an orgasm but so tense and unsure that I don’t know if I can get there.
“Make yourself come, Little Whore. I want to feel you come with my dick in your ass and your cunt stuffed full of a toy so you don’t lose any of my cum before I fill you all over again.”
His words push me over the edge, and I orgasm as he loses control, slamming his dick into me in bruisingly hard thrusts that make me whimper even as my body trembles with release.
I don’t know if I black out, or if my orgasm just goes on for so long that I lose track of what’s happening around me, but when I blink back to reality, I’m lying in Sebastian’s arms, my ass sore, my pussy still pulsing around the toy.
“You did so well, you took me so well,” he coos, gripping the base of the dildo and starting to work it in and out of my core. “Come once more for me, then we’ll get cleaned up.”
“I can’t,” I rasp, my voice barely audible.
“You can. You will. Once more, then I’ll let you rest for a while.”
I chose to ignore thefor a whileand focus on my body, reaching for the pleasure that I’m not sure is close enough to touch. Like he can hear my thoughts, Sebastian slips out from beneath me, rolling me to my back as he positions himself between my legs.
His tongue finds my clit while he fucks me with the toy that’s been holding his cum inside of me. Lapping, flicking, and circling my clit, his tongue demands my obedience, and my body obeys, orgasming painfully around the toy.
My clit is too sensitive, and I whimper when he laps at it with his tongue one last time, whispering, “You’re so perfect. My perfect little whore,” seconds before I close my eyes and drift to sleep.
I wake up to the sensation of being carried moments before he lowers me in his arms into a tub full of hot water.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft and sweet as he cradles me to his chest.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
Chuckling softly, he collars my neck, tipping my face back so he can kiss me. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I tell him when he finally drags his lips from mine.
Falling quiet, I exhale, exhausted from the sex, the orgasms, and the fear-filled excitement of the anal. I’m not sure that I want to admit that I enjoyed it yet, mainly because it hurt, and knowing that I liked the pain makes me feel…weird.
