Page 39 of Degradation
Her lips turn downward a little. ‘I don’t know the words you’d use, so how about you just make me feel the way you did before, however you want.’
My brows rise again, and I feel like I’m in a permanent state of surprise. I don’t think she quite knows what she’s saying, the power that would give someone over her.
Maybe she could do with a little lesson in ‘be careful what you wish for’.
‘Any hard limits?’ I tease.
She says nothing and I know she doesn’t have any because she doesn't know any yet.
I frown.
How many guys would be careful with her right now? How many would take whatever they could from her no matter how she felt about it because she gave them carte blanche to do just that?
Is it only luck that she’s asking me to do this?
I find that I have to know because if she’s going to do it again, she might just approach the wrong guy.
‘Why are you askingmefor this?’ I ask.
She doesn’t answer right away. In fact, the question seems to catch her off guard.
‘Because you aren’t...new to me,’ she finally says. ‘I know you. At least a little. And you’ve already... I’m not new to you either.’
‘So, if I said no, would you have asked someone else?’ I probe.
She shakes her head almost immediately and I let out a small sigh of relief that she’s not intending to go around the campus, putting herself in danger in some misguided mission to get off, or something.
I drift closer. ‘Why now?’
The way one of her eyes narrows marginally is almost invisible, but I see it for what it is. A wince.
‘I...thought a shower would be enough. I scrubbed myself as hard as I couldeverywhere, but...’ she looks down at the covers, ‘I can still feel their hands on me.’
Her clear eyes rise to meet mine head-on. ‘And I don’t like it.’
I’m with her on the bed in half a second, putting my forehead to hers. ‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper.
‘Why does everyone say that about everything? It doesn’t help me.’
She pulls away with a little huff to look into my face.
‘I don’t need you to be sorry,’ she says quietly. ‘It’s not what I’m asking for. I’ve told you what you can do. If you care, you’ll do it. If you don’t, well...’ She shrugs. ‘You’ll just leave it at ‘I’m sorry’, I suppose.’
I’m not sure what to say to that.
‘It’s all right if you do,’ she adds hurriedly. ‘If you don’t want to, I don’t want you to feel bad about it. I’ll live.’
My lips on hers makes her squeak, her eyes widening. When I pull away to get more comfortable next to her, she lets out a soft ‘oh’ that goes straight to my dick.
‘If you want to stop, what do you do? Do you remember from last time?’ I ask.
‘I use words, or I tap you.’
‘Good girl.’
She swallows hard and I smirk. ‘Did you like that?’
She blinks at me, not saying a word.
