The more I tell her how perfect she is, how good she is, the more her hips move, her fingers gripping me tightly as her breath turns ragged and she seeks out my lips with her own, kissing me.

“Come for me, baby, come on my cock and soak me in your sweetness.”

“Sebastian,” she gasps, pushing up with her hips and then dropping back down, riding my cock as she chases her own release, my name on her lips.

“That’s it, don’t stop,” I encourage. Rubbing at her clit, I clench my teeth and deny my orgasm until her cunt clamps down on me so tightly, I think she might strangle my cock. She comes on a wailing cry, throwing her head back and gasping my name. I fuck her through her orgasm and follow her over the edge, filling her with my cum again, branding her from the inside out. “My good girl, so good, so perfect,” I coo, kissing and sucking at her neck as she calms, her body melting into mine, her head falling exhausted to my shoulder.

We stay like that for a long time, my dick inside of her and my arms wrapped around her, while her head is rested against my shoulder. Her stomach growls and chuckling, I lift her off my dick and lower her onto shaking legs. “You okay?”

Silently she nods.

Pushing up from the bed, I look down between her thighs to where her legs are wet and my dick gets hard again. “Fuck, little bird, I want you again.”

“Sebastian,” she whimpers.

“Don’t worry, as long as you behave I’ll keep my dick in my pants. You need to be able to walk in the morning.”

14

STARLING

My body clenches with fucked-up arousal at his words. I shouldn’t want him to touch me and I certainly shouldn’t want to have sex with him. My pussy is pulsing so hard it could probably register on the Richter scale, but even though I should, I don’t hate the idea of him fucking me again.

Tiny tremors of pleasure are still vibrating through me and I’m not sure if I want to smile or cry, or just curl into a ball and rock like a mental patient. My body is confused and I don’t know what to do or feel.

I’m naked, but I’m too exhausted to care, so I just stand while he opens a large wooden dresser and pulls something out. Crossing to the closet, he grabs a shirt and heads back over to me, shocking me when he sinks to his knees at my feet, holding out a familiar pair of panties. Dumbstruck, I stare down at him, until he taps one of my ankles.

“Lift your foot, baby.”

I do as he asks and once both feet are through, he pulls my panties up my thighs.

“I need to go clean up.”

“No you don’t,” he smiles, pulling the panties over my hips, then sliding his hand over the fabric between my thighs, pressing it into the mess that’s between my legs. “I’m going to fuck you so often your panties will always be soaked, I’ll make you so desperate for me that your pussy will cream just at the sound of my voice when I tell you it’s time to be my good little bird and take my cock.”