Page 75 of Degradation
I frown at him. I shouldn’t like it. I don’t think I would from anyone else, but there’s something abouthimsaying it that...
‘Something to say, my pretty little whore?’
His eyes are boring into me. He’s trying to figure out if I like it, I realize.
Do I?
‘I don’t know,’ I say out loud.
‘Don’t know if you have something to say?’
I purse my lips. ‘I don’t know if I like it. I like the pretty bit, of course, but the rest...It’s not true, you know. I’ve never had sex before. I’m not a whore, or a slut.’
He lets out a loud laugh, flopping back on the bed.
‘I know it’s not true, sweetheart, but I like the thought of you being one just for me, and no one else.’
I roll to my side, facing him. ‘What about Mav? Does it bother you that I...like him too?’
Blake shakes his head quickly, as if he’s already given this some thought. ‘No. Mav is fine. Shade is fine, but no one else.’
‘Why?’ I ask. ‘Why them?’
He leans back. ‘Because we’ve been through a lot together. If I had to share, it would be with them, but it’s your choice who you’re with. I’d like it if it was only us, though. Did the whore and slut thing bother you?’
‘Not the words, only that the words aren’t true.’ I frown at him. ‘But I suppose if you know it’s not true, if it’s just a pretend game you like to play, then it’s all right.’
‘Glad we got that cleared up,’ he says with the hint of another smile.
‘Me, too,’ I reply, very seriously.
He closes his eyes and chuckles, and I take this opportunity to do what I’ve been wanting to. I pick one of the cubes on his neck and trace the line of them down. Like steps.
His eyes snap open and his demeanor switches. Laughter gone, he grabs me and flips me to my back, moving over me and pressing me into the bed. My eyes widen at his sudden movements, my heart and stomach lurching. What if he...
He frowns. ‘Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.’
‘It’s okay,’ I gasp. ‘I’m all right. Keep going.’
I want to see where this goes.
He nods and is careful with my leg as he moves. He doesn’t hurt me.
My wide eyes are caught by his narrow ones.
‘I said if you wanted to touch me, you had to earn it,’ he says sternly. ‘Bad. Little. Whore.’
He punctuates the last word by cupping me between my legs, making me gasp loudly.
‘Very smooth,’ he murmurs, stroking me over the outside, one finger moving up and down the central seam.
‘I shaved,’ I whisper.
‘Was that for me?’ he murmurs at my throat, nuzzling the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
‘No,’ I say truthfully. ‘It was for me. I thought I might like it smooth. From a sensory perspective. And I do.’
I feel another smile against my skin and let out a small sigh of relief that he’s not really angry with me. It’s just part of the game.
