Page 12 of Sleigh My Name
I insert a second finger as I continue to tease her clit, watching her expression morph from defiance to desperate need. “So you see, baby, you can act like a brat, but you won’t like how I’ll tame you. I’m not going to tell you again. Beg for it.”
I lean in, my breath ghosting over her pussy. “Beg for what you want, Charley. Beg me to lick your pussy and make you come all over my tongue.”
Charley’s fingers tangle in my hair, and she tugs, forcing my head up so my eyes connect with hers. “Make me.”
Fuck. This girl. This fucking girl. I thought I missed the girl I knew, but this woman, this new Charley, is more glorious than the version who haunted my memories.
This Charley likes to fight.
This Charley bites back.
And Christ, this Charley has my dick so hard I think I might explode before I get inside her.
“Do you know what a safe word is?” I ask, my voice rough with anticipation and barely contained lust.
“Yeah,” she says huskily. A slow, deliberate smile spreads across her lips. “I know a few. You gonna need one?”
“Pick one,” I growl, trying to rein in my rage and want.
Charley places her hand lovingly on my cheek and whispers, “Evergreen.”
My heart almost beats out of my chest.
She remembered.
Something so insignificant, but she remembered.
Keeping my eyes on her, I lower my head to her soaked cunt and suck her clit. Her eyes widen, and a scream falls from her pretty mouth as I bite.
“Mmm, that’s it, baby. Scream for me.”
Her breath comes in shallow pants. “Is that what you want to do? Hurt me?”
“Oh, baby girl. I want to do everything to you. I want to open your body to pleasure and pain. I want you to feel every single sensation.”
She jolts as I spread her legs and slap her pussy.
“You dirty girl. You like this, don’t you? What else do you like, Charley?”
Charley stares at me through hooded eyes but remains silent. Her usual vibrant expression is replaced with a guarded stillness. I don’t like that she’s shutting herself off from me. I want her to express whatever she needs without fear of judgment. After all, healthy and happy relationships are built on trust. Sexual preferences, like any part of a relationship, shouldn’t be off limits for discussion. I never want Charley to be afraid to explore with me. I want her to feel comfortable and secure enough to share her desires and concerns.
“It’s okay. You can tell me. I promise I won’t judge you. You’re safe with me, baby. Always.”
“I-I like being called names. Not just a slut, but real names. I want you to be mean to me when you fuck me. I find humiliation sexually gratifying. It’s hard to explain, but I have so much responsibility, so much depending on me, and it makes me feel lighter.” She turns her head away. “I’m fucked up. I’m sure you think I’m disgusting.”
Holy shit. Charley is into degradation.
“Yeah. Disgustingly hot,” I growl.
Charley huffs a laugh, and something loosens in my chest as it seeps into my heart. I need to keep her safe and happy. I want to be the reason she laughs like this for the rest of her life.
I rise from the floor and cup her face. “Move in with me.”
“What? Don’t be crazy!”
Charley under my roof is the hottest thing I can imagine.
I kiss my way along her neck. Maybe I am a little crazy for wanting her to move in so quickly, but I’ve been in love with her for as long as I can remember. Charley is the most important part of me.
