“I’m not having sex with you,” I blurt, trying to release myself from his hold.

“I’m not trying to have sex with you,” he says as he pinches my nipple between his finger and thumb.

“Oww,” I gasp, reaching for his hand to push him away.

Grabbing first one wrist, then the other, he clamps them at my sides with the arm that’s now banded painfully tightly around my waist. “I’m going to fuck you, Starling, soon, but not today,” he warns, pushing the nightshirt I’m wearing up my thighs, revealing my panties as he works his hand back to my breast, caressing it lightly, then pinching my nipple again, twisting it and plucking at it.

“Stop, you’re hurting me,” I cry, wiggling in his lap in an effort to evade him.

“The wet patch on the front of your panties disagrees, little bird,” he mocks, alternating between pinching my nipple and soothing it.

“Imagine how good it’ll feel when I’m sucking your pink little nipples between my teeth, a hint of pain to create limitless pleasure.” His voice is sex incarnate and I close my eyes as heat pools between my thighs.

Releasing my breast he pushes his palm between my legs, rubbing my pussy with the heel of his hand through the fabric of my panties. I don’t need to look to know that the fabric is damp and sticking to my folds.

“I love knowing your panties are wet because of me, I might jack off into a pair for you to wear to school.”

My brows lift so high I swear they almost jump all the way off my face, and my shocked gasp is so loud it seems to fill the empty air.

“Which is the shocking part, baby? That I know how wet I’m making you or that I want your hot little virgin pussy soaked in my cum all day?”

“Both,” I croak.

Cupping my cheek, he leans into me. “This virgin cunt’s mine, little bird, your sexy legs are mine, your perky little tits are mine. Your tight asshole and hot mouth are mine. You belong to me and make no mistake, soon I’ll be coating my dick in your blood as I break through your barrier and coat you with my cum. You should get used to wearing wet panties, Starling, because once I get inside of you, you’ll be taking all of my cum. I won’t jerk off unless it’s over your tits, pussy or ass. I’ll save it all up and you’ll take it all while you scream my name and beg for more.”

With each dirty word that slips from his mouth he grinds his hand against my clit, arousing me more and more as he works my clit until I’m pushing into his touch, my breath becoming ragged.

“That’s it, baby, let go. I want to hear you come for me,” he coaxes, pressing down a little harder against me until I’m writhing and panting. When I come, it’s with a startled cry that falls from my dry lips and seems to ricochet around the room.