“Enjoy that, Beth?”
Caleb’s voice was one of low challenge. She refused to look at him. She sat back, pushing herself to the couch, a humiliated burn across her cheeks where she could still feel the sticky remnants of his cum.
She didn’t want to answer. How could she? How could she admit to him just how badly she wanted it like that and how much she’d enjoyed giving in to him? Letting him have his way. Her own needs shamed her. To want to have control taken away from her, to be treated so rough. What was wrong with her that she craved it like this? If she answered his question honestly she would have to say that yes she enjoyed it, yes she loved it, and how could that be okay? It was just like her ex-girlfriend had always said, there was something screwed up inside her for desiring this.
“It’s done. I completed your dare,” she said, wishing her voice didn’t waver so much. She swallowed and tasted him.
“Very satisfactorily too. You’re good at sucking cock, you know,” he said. “A right wanton cock sucker.”
A rush of flame to her cheeks. A rush of need spiking between her legs. No. She shouldn’t get excited from being called filthy names. But knowing she had genuinely pleased him brought a thrill to her insides and she couldn’t help the pleasure it gave her to hear it.
She was lost. Her life was already a mess. For four...