Page 112 of Swallow Your Sorries

He scowls. “Why do you wear these fucking awful panties? Period or not.”

My cheeks flame again. A heat rash climbing my neck. “They’re clean and they fit. No one’s meant to see them but me.”

“And me. And they don’t fit.” He curls a finger into the drooping waistline and exposes my slit to the cool night air.

“You said no touching,” I breathe.

“I’m not touching you,” he says, letting go of the fabric for emphasis. “Am I?”

Technically, he’s right.

“Throw them all away when you get back to the dorm. If you don’t like the ones I sent you, I’ll order more from another company.”

‘I don’t want any gifts from you! Tuition and computer fees aside’is what I want to say. But little dolls love being dressed up. They love being admired and displayed by their owners.

“Something so beautiful shouldn’t be dressed up like it’s worthless. It doesn’t matter if no one else can see it but me. Don’t put trash on my pretty pussy.”

My cheeks warm. Does he always have to be so bloody crass?

And why must I like it? Why must my thighs clench as involuntarily tingles rush straight to my clit?

“Understood? Because it’s another one of my rules.”

I nod slowly.

“Why didn’t you wear one today?”

A lot of reasons.

I don’t want anything from you.

I’ve never owned anything so nice.

I’ve been trained to look and not touch.

I’m comfortable with what I already own. They suit me.

Those pretty colours, those soft fabrics… They feel like playing dress-up.

They feel like slapping lipstick on a pig.

But I’m not going to share my insecurities with Gant Auclair, of all people.

“There were so many options, I didn’t know where to start…What do you think I’ll look good in?” I ask.Play along. Play along. It’s all about surviving. It’s all about winning.“Lace? Silk?”

He smiles, his impossibly dark eyes somehow managing to darken. “Your ass is a heart shape so I like bottoms exposed. Falling out the fabric.”

For one second, I’m disappointed that his hands are tied. That he can’t grab my ass and squeeze it now.

“So wear the boyshorts under your skirt tomorrow. I like to see peeks of your skin so the lacey pair, although satin will do. Emerald looks the best on your pale skin and with your hair, so wear that shade. The narrower the gusset, the better. I want to bend you over and spread you wide and watch your pussy swallow the fabric. I like it when it’s barely contained like that leotard you wore in Stretch that you won’t wear ever again unless it’s inside our private session. Your pussy’s only for my viewing.”

“You keep saying how pretty it is, but you’ve never actually seen it bare. Not all of it anyway.”

That’s right, keeping egging him along.

“I would never have to. I want it. That makes it invaluable. Perfect. Beautiful.”

I jump as he nips my clit, and the sight of him on his knees, his face buried against my slit with a perfect view of his long, sooty lashes makes me stifle a moan.

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