Page 132 of Degradation
He pulls back, staring at me with an intensity I don’t know how to match, something I haven’t seen before crossing his features. But I don’t know why.
‘You say things so casually sometimes,’ he says quietly, ‘that I don’t know if you really mean them.’
‘Do you, Daisy? Are you Blake’s? Mav’s? Are you ours?’ Shade asks.
‘Yes,’ I say honestly, looking up at all three of them. ‘For as long as you feel the same.’
I know it won’t be long though and it gives me an actual, physical pain in my chest to think about what I’ll have to do, how they’ll probably react.
They won’t trust me again. They won’t be able to after I’ve shown them I’m capable of such deceit. I should make the most of this moment. I may not get another.
Blake’s lips on mine makes me sigh, my body relaxing under his. I need this. With him. With them. I want them to make me feel something good. I want a final memory of all of us here together because by tomorrow it might all be over.
I’m completely naked, but when I try unbuttoning Blake’s shirt, he holds my hands and shakes his head, tutting at me.
‘But I want to see you too,’ I complain.
‘No, my sweet, beautiful girl. Not yet. Safe words?’
‘Red. Yellow. Taps.’ I say impatiently and he grins.
‘Shade has something he needs to do before we start. Isn’t that right, Shade?’
Shade doesn’t answer, but before I know it, I’m bent over his lap with my bare ass in the air.
His hand comes down hard, making me gasp.
‘Do you know what this is for?’
He slaps me again on the other cheek.
‘No!’ I whimper. ‘Well, yes.’
He smacks me twice more, making me struggle in his arms, but he holds me still.
‘Never keep something like this from us again,’ he growls. ‘Promise me, Marguerite.’
‘I promise,’ I breathe, my body warming and pulsating under his hard, strong hands.
I errantly wonder if The Heath’s penchant for correction has somehow left me with some kind ofpain kink.
Yes, I have been doing some reading.
Shade keeps up his spanking until I’m a writhing, whimpering mess on his lap, unable to form words bar ‘yes’ and ‘please’.
It hurts but the pain is intoxicating. After the initial sting, it turns to pleasure, making me want more.
Someone’s fingers delve between my legs, and I hear a low whistle.
‘You’ve given her a rosy, red ass and a very wet pussy, Shade,’ Blake chuckles, inserting one digit deep.
I moan in Shade’s arms and am unceremoniously plucked from them.
‘My turn,’ Blake whispers. ‘Bend your knees.’
I do as he says.
‘Do you think you’ve been good enough for this, slut?’
