Rolling my hips experimentally, my sex moves up and down his fingers and a pulse of tingling sensation sparks to life at my core. He doesn’t move, and I roll my hips again, biting on my bottom lip to stay quiet.

“Don’t stop, little bird, fuck my hand like getting off would be the key to your freedom,” he growls angrily. “My cock’s bigger than two fingers so maybe you need a third.”

My pussy stretches painfully as he pushes a third huge finger inside of me. It hurts, the burning sensation blocking out the pleasure I’d been feeling before. Maybe that would be good, if it hurt I could stay quiet and win. Half a night in my own bed might not be such a huge victory, but he’d hate it and that would make it all the sweeter.

Starting slowly, I push back onto him, forcing his digits in deeper, then rolling forward, allowing them to slide almost all the way out, before pushing back again. Impaling myself deep I embrace the pain, taking it in and using it to patch up the holes the pleasure has caused in my mental walls.

“Harder,” he demands and I comply, moving faster as the pain slowly changes, morphing into an unrecognizable burn that hurts in the best way possible. My hips move of their own accord, my body’s instincts taking over, pushing away logic and rational thought and replacing it with primal need.

By the time the first moan of bliss slips from my lips, all thoughts of winning have dissolved from my head. Me, him, the game, none of it matters when all I need is to come, to splinter and claim the pleasure my body is chasing. Just as the torrent of sensation is about to topple, his fingers are ripped from me and my pussy is empty and pulsing.

“No,” I cry.

Seconds later his hands are beneath me, lifting me, holding me over him, positioning me. He impales me onto his cock in one devastating move. I’m more full than I’ve ever been in my life. My legs are either side of his, my pussy stretched wide around his girth and it feels like the head of his cock is battering my stomach every time he roughly lifts me up, then slams me back down onto him.

My first orgasm takes me by surprise, exploding with no warning and making me clamp down so hard on Sebastian’s cock he actually growls.

“Fuck, little bird, your cunt is like a vise, but you didn’t scream my name.” His thumb finds my clit and within moments I’m coming again. This time, I do scream, gasping his name when he leans up and bites my nipple, sending an aftershock of bliss rolling through my muscles.

“That’s it, milk my dick, take every drop of my cum.”

My core is still fluttering when I’m lifted and spun around like I weigh less than a rag doll, his dick is inches from my face, shiny and wet with a mixture of both of us.