“Exactly, you’re a flight risk, Starling, so it’s either a babysitter or you stay here.”

“I hate you,” I snarl, pushing him away from me.

His smile is sinister. “I’m okay with that.”

“I need my stuff from my room.”

“The door’s open, but I want you to wear some of the things I bought you.”

“I told you most of that won’t fit, you bought clothes for someone who looks like Courtney, not for me,” I snap. “I’ll let her know you got her some gifts, I’m sure she’ll be more than grateful.”

“We’ll go shopping after class and you can pick things that will fit your body until you put on some weight. I plan to make sure you eat properly from now on.”

Rolling my eyes childishly, I stomp up the stairs and into my turret. Yesterday morning I was so grateful for the peaceful space, but now all the joy has been sucked out of the room. Turning on my shower, I wash and then wrap myself in a towel and open my closet door. It’s empty, entirely empty, all of my meager belongings stripped from the rod and removed while I showered.

Anger barrels through me and I drop my towel to the floor and descend the stairs completely naked, the multitude of bruises Sebastian’s rough treatment has given me clearly on display. Throwing open the door to his room, I find him sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs, his cock hard and straining at the fabric.

“Come here, little bird.”

“No, I need to get ready for class,” I protest, trying to step around him. Snapping his hand out, he grabs my wrist as I pass and hauls me back to him.

“Get on your knees.”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Get on your fucking knees, your cunt must be sore, but I’ll fuck it if you force me to. I told you all my cum was for you, so get on your fucking knees and open your mouth.”

My shocked gasp is so loud it’s almost funny. “You can’t do this…” I whisper.

“Who’s going to stop me,” he taunts. “Now get on your knees, I want to feel your lips around my dick.”

A shudder ripples through me as I slowly sink to my knees between his legs. I expect him to stay seated, but instead he stands, his cock level with my face.

“Take my cock out.”

My fingers shake as I reach out and push his boxers over his hips until his hard dick bobs free, precum dripping from the tip.

“Lick the head,” he orders.

Tentatively, I push out my tongue and lick over the swollen head, the taste of the clear salty liquid filling my mouth. I feel a tear leak from my eye and roll down my cheek. He catches it with his thumb, bringing it to his lips and sucking it into his mouth.

Soft fingers stroke over my hair as he caresses me. “Eyes on me, little bird, I want to watch. Look how hard I am. It’s all for you, my dick’s only ever gotten hard for you since the moment I saw you.”