Page 494 of Filthy Elites

His frenetic energy pulses between us when I step into the room, but I don’t speak and neither does he. I can feel his gaze following me around as I open the closet and take out another of his shirts, pulling it on.

My stomach’s empty, but I ignore it, lifting the edge of his rumpled sheet and climbing into his bed. Rolling to my side I turn my back on him, but he doesn’t speak as he turns out the light, climbs in behind me and curls an arm around my waist.

I’m not sure what time it is when I blink awake, it’s dark out, but my body clock is so out of whack it could be midnight or five in the morning. There’s heat at my back. Sebastian. Everything comes back to me in a rush. This is his bed, I’m his captive and there’s nothing I can do about it.

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.

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.

“Suck me clean, little bird,” he demands, sliding his fingers into me again.

I pause, and his palm lands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. “It’s either your mouth or your ass, I’ll let you choose.”

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