His hand is between my thighs, fingers slowly stroking me. I could fight, but what’s the point? I’m not entirely sure he’d stop if I really didn’t want his touch, but the truth is as much as I wish I did, I don’t hate the way it feels when he makes me come.

That’s always been the most confusing thing about how I feel when I’m around him. I’m scared of him, of the way he feels, of the way he takes over and disregards my wants, but the moment he touches me, or kisses me I’m lost to him. From the very first time that he manipulated me into stripping naked for him in my bedroom, my body has reacted to him, like he’s my very own brand of narcotic.

In real life I despise him, but in the quiet moments, when it’s just us, I can’t deny the way he disarms me. Sure fingers part my folds and he slides two into me, not moving, just filling me.

“Spread your legs.” His voice is rough with sleep, low and gruff.

Pushing my legs apart I bite down on my lower lip with my teeth, determined to stay quiet. I’ll allow him to touch me, allow him to give me pleasure, but I’ll be damned if I let him see me enjoy it. He doesn’t deserve it and I’m ashamed to let him know how much I like the way he plays with my body.

“Good girl, you’re so wet. Even though your cunt is swollen from my cock it’s still dripping for me.”

I swallow back my moan and he continues his ministrations, not moving the fingers that are buried inside of me as his other hand finds my clit, circling it and pinching, gradually increasing the pressure until my hips are moving of their own accord, needing more.

“Roll onto your stomach, knees up beneath you.”

He doesn’t remove his fingers as I move, keeping the pressure on my clit until I’m face down on the bed, my knees curled up beneath me, my ass and pussy in the air.

“Such a pretty little cunt, so tight and hot. Are you sore? Does it hurt?”

Clasping my hand across my mouth, I stifle my moans, not making a sound.

“Huh, you’ve got nothing to say? You had no problem talking earlier. How about we play a little game instead? Use my fingers, fuck them like you would my dick, if you can stay quiet you can sleep in your own room for the rest of the night, if not then you’ll ride my dick until you’re screaming my name loud enough for the entire house to hear, then we’re going to a party.”

Even knowing that playing with Sebastian is a fool’s errand, I can’t help myself. His fingers are inside me and no matter how much I pretend otherwise, it feels good and my body is screaming at me to move, to give myself the friction I need.