A groan of frustration slips past my lips and he smirks, running his tongue along the length of my neck before he nips at my earlobe. I expect him to release me, but instead his hand slips between my thighs again, only instead of filling me he seeks out my clit, circling it with the tip of his finger. He rubs slowly until I’m panting and arching my hips, seeking out his touch, then when I’m on the precipice of coming he pulls his finger away and I cry out in frustration.

A sly grin slides onto his mouth as he blinks, looking down at me like a predator does when it knows it has its prey completely at his mercy. I cry out when his thick fingers fill me again, pushing me to the edge and refusing to let me fall. Over and over he works me up, then stops until tears are running down my face and I’m writhing beneath his impenetrable hold, my chest tight and feeling bruised from how hard he’s pinning me down.

“Please, no, please,” I beg as his thumb leaves my clit and I cry out. The sound that falls from my mouth is desperate, almost a mewl as I try to lift my hips off the bed, following him as he leans away, begging him to allow me to come.

“You don’t want me. You want Hunter. You want to rub my cunt all over my brother.”

“Please,” I choke out.

“Please what?”

“Don’t stop.”

“Ask me,” he orders

“Make me come.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Please, please, please,” I chant.

“The only way you get to come is on my dick.”

Two fingers fill me again and I almost splinter, just at the feeling of fullness. My body is so worked up, my muscles are itching and burning with the need to release some of the tension he’s built with this awful game of tease and deny.

“Your muscles are so fucking tight I can barely move,” he taunts.

“Please,” I pant.

“I’ll give you a choice, little bird, you can go back to your room and sleep, but you don’t get to come or you can take my dick and earn as many orgasms as you can before you pass out from pleasure.”

A better girl would run while she had the chance, but right now there’s nothing but want consuming my body. No matter how much I hate him, I can’t deny that my thighs are slick with my arousal and my skin is so hot and taut I feel ready to explode if I don’t get some release soon.

“Please,” I whine, releasing my hold on his hand that’s still pinning me down.

“Do you want me to fuck you, little bird? Do you want my cock in you so deep you can taste my cum at the back of your throat?”

I nod and his smile is wicked.

“Arms above your head, hold on to the headboard.”

I do as I’m told, lacing my fingers through the slatted wooden headboard and gripping tightly. Shuffling backward, Sebastian climbs off the bed and slips off his jeans and boxers, his dick popping free and bouncing up to hit his stomach. He’s big, bigger than I remember, the head red and dripping precum as he climbs back onto the bed and crawls between my parted thighs.