Her climax built quickly. She'd needed this for weeks. Mona gripped the covers, almost tearing them with her long, manicured red fingernails as she pulled on them. Sebastian's tongue was relentless. He didn't let up at all, not once, until she was screaming from her climax. Her vagina fluttered, grasping at emptiness. She needed to be filled again. Sebastian rose up over her and she saw he was erect again. He started to mount her and she stopped him, smiling, and put him on his back. He let her do it without protest-what man wouldn't?-and she took the cock in her hand and pushed it into her sex, which was still gasping from the orgasm. She moaned like the whore Malcolm had made her, sliding down the rod, taking every inch of it. With her palms flat on the bed by his shoulders, she worked herself up and down the length of him. Sebastian took both of her breasts in his hands, squeezing them, pulling her down to his mouth to suckle the red and tender tips.
Her writhing and contortions proved too much for Sebastian. His hips bucked under hers only a few times before his head fell back and he came again. She was too close to stop.
"Forgive me," he said between breaths. "You're too much for me."
"I need more." Her sex ached. It needed pounding.
"What do you need?" he asked.
"Put your fingers in me and fuck me that way," she said, moving over so he could sit up. She stayed on her hands and knees, spread her thighs, made an offering of her dripping cunt to him. He put two fingers into her hole. It wasn't enough and she told him so. He fucked her with three fingers, then four. The hand, she told him. The whole hand. In the mirror she saw him start in surprise but he did as she asked, turning his hand and sliding it fully into her. She could sense he didn't think she could take so much but her body received the hand, enveloped it, and she groaned in relief when it was inside her all the way up the wrist. She spared another glance at Sebastian in the mirror and saw him staring at his arm inside her in fascinated horror. He'd never done this before. Neither had she, but she'd known instinctively she could take it and she had. She reached behind her, grabbed him by the forearm and showed him how to fuck her with his arm.
This was what she needed, total penetration. She rocked her body on Sebastian's hand, fucking herself, impaling herself, bringing herself to orgasm while he watched her using him. Deep throated groans came out of her as she clawed at the sheets, nearly tearing them. The fist was an immovable object inside her so she moved herself all around, squirming and twisting and contorting herself to make it touch every spot that needed touching. Mona was gone again, lost in the blinding waves of obliterating pleasure. The fist in her was too much to take but too much was what she wanted. She needed the extremities of pleasure and pain. Nothing in the middle would do for her anymore. Malcolm had seen to that.
The climax built to a fever pitch. She could no longer hear her own moaning through the sound of the blood pounding in her ears. Sebastian moved his hand inside her in a gentle spiral that opened her up even more. She came with a sharp single cry. Her interior muscles contracted so hard they forced Sebastian's hand out of her.
Mona collapsed onto her side and lay there breathing through her nose. Finally, she was spent. But for how long? If Sebastian touched her again she would want him inside her. The aching between her legs was a permanent fixture now. She would have to get used to it.
Sebastian didn't touch her again. He slid slowly off the bed and found his clothes on the floor. He dressed while she watched. He didn't speak.
"I've horrified you," she said.
"It's not that."
"But it is," she said. "You can admit it."
He paused while buttoning his shirt. "I had imagined it differently, that's all."
"Did you think I was innocent?"
"No." He shook his head. "I thought you were...like a girl. I don't know how to say it."
"If I'm not like a girl, what am I like?"
"Like an animal." He didn't say it like a compliment.
She slowly sat up on the bed and spread her legs wide.
"Your semen is on me and inside me," she said, using her fingers to hold her labia open. "See? If I'm an animal, you're a man who fucks animals."
He glared at her. "You're a whore, aren't you? A whore."
"You knew I was."
"No, I didn't. I thought you had a lover and to please you he gave you gifts."
"He doesn't give me Degas sketches because I fuck him. I fuck him because he gives me Degas sketches."
"Show it to me," he said. "I want to pretend that's why I came over here."
She shrugged and stood up.
"It's in my office," she said.