Page 135 of Degradation
I scream as my body locks up, my legs shaking as Blake thrusts a final time and roars, his cock pushing into me as my body pulses around him.
‘Take it,’ he snarls. ‘Milk my cock with that hot, tight cunt, come slut.’
His words send me into another climax off the back of the first, and I whimper, gripping Mav’s bicep, and coming again before collapsing in the bed.
My limbs, too taut a moment ago, now splay out limply. Blake’s softening cock slips out of me, and I feel the plug in my ass being drawn out.
‘Are you ready for me?’ Mav asks.
I blink at him, wondering if I can take more, but I nod. I’ve had Shade and Blake. I want Mav too.
He grins and shakes his head. ‘Another time,’ he murmurs.
‘But—’
‘I was kidding.’ He pulls me close and kisses me almost reverently. ‘Trust me when I say you’ll need to work up to taking me, Tulip,’ he murmurs then grins almost ruefully.
I frown, afraid that if we don’t do this now, by tomorrow he won’t want to, but he’s already laying back and closing his eyes with a long sigh.
I glance at Blake a little guardedly and he scowls, beckoning me to where he’s sitting on the bed, still shirtless, but his dick is now stowed away in his dark jeans.
‘Come here.’
I crawl over to him, and he pulls me into his arms.
‘I get the feeling you aren’t actually liking the degrading stuff as much as you said you did,’ he says, looking into my face.
‘It’s not that,’ I reply.
‘What is it then?’
‘Afterward. I feel...sad?’
He looks surprised and then closes his eyes. ‘Of course. I’m an idiot. I’m sorry. I’m never usually there for the... You need aftercare.’
‘What’s that?’
‘You need to know that I don’t mean those things, it’s like being extra nice until your emotions even out.’
‘Do you need that, too?’ I ask.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he adjusts his grip and pulls me closer to him so that my face is snuggled into his chest. I hear him tapping on his phone. My fingers trace the perfect cubes of his tattoo, and I zone out, not really thinking of anything in particular.
Shade comes into the room a little while later with pizza and a damp washcloth, and I wonder when he left. I didn’t notice.
‘What’s this?’ Shade asks.
I feel Blake shrug. ‘I don’t think she’s really up for talking things through right this second. I’ll get everything I have together, and we can spend Saturday figuring out next steps.’
‘Fine,’ Shade replies. ‘But whatis this?’
He gestures at Blake and me.
‘This? A little aftercare,’ Blake murmurs, grabbing the washcloth and clearing away the evidence of my own arousal from between my legs.
I let out a relaxed sigh as Blake holds out a slice of pizza. He feeds it to me, which I find a bit odd, but also quite nice because I don’t need to think of anything at all.
Shade smirks at him. ‘That must be a new experience for you, huh?’
