Page 50 of Bought and Broken

Devon

I’m not a shy girl. Never have been. I’ve had my moments, of course, but usually I’m comfortable in my skin. But there is a different kind of comfort I have with Tatum. Everything with him is easy… when he’s being nice, that is. When he’s being like this? The amount of relief I feel is jarring. Knowing I can be myself one hundred percent is freeing in a way I don’t experience anywhere else. I don’t have to hold back; don’t have to pretend. I don’t worry about the words that come out of my mouth, I just say them. I’m me and he accepts it. Once upon a time, he loved me for it.

When he tells me to say please, I don’t hesitate to say it. If he wants me to beg, I’ll beg. He says desperation isn’t sexy, and maybe it isn’t—but then he tells me to say please? Not sure that makes sense, but I don’t care to make sense of Tate or this situation because I’ll be at it all day. I need to take things at face value. He wants something from me; I’ll give it to him, no questions asked.

“Have you done anything before? Sucked a dick? Been eaten out?”

I shake my head, biting my bottom lip.

He raises a brow as if he doesn’t believe me. I wait for him to call me out, but he doesn’t say a word. I never expected Tate to believe I’m still a virgin, and I’m surprised he hasn’t said a word about it yet. I thought it would be the first thing he did when we were alone.

I add, “I’m serious. I haven’t.”

“But you fuck yourself?”

I smile. “Yeah.”

“With what?”

“My fingers. Toys…”

“What kind of toys?” he asks, shifting his weight onto his elbow.

“I have a dildo and some vibrators,” I answer with a small shrug.

“You’ve fucked yourself with a dildo? You’re hardly a virgin if you’ve shoved all sorts of things in your pussy, Devon.” There’s some aggression in those words, and I have no idea why. Is he mad he won’t be the only thing that’s been inside me? Seems like a Tate thing to be mad about.

“Why do you sound jealous?” I taunt, running my fingers up his side. I love the way his skin feels. It’s so soft.

He grits his teeth, leaning in close.

“I paid for a virgin, and I want a tight cunt.”

I gasp.

Holy shit, this side of Tate is hot as hell. The aggression, but in a sexual way… Who knew that would be sexy?

“I assure you my pussy is tight,” I argue.

“We’ll see about that,” he says, sitting back on his calves and tugging my pants down. “You always wax, or was it just for the occasion?”

Leave it to Tate to be blunt about everything. He’s probably the reason I’m not shy; he never let me be. Everything was always out in the open with him. No secrets.

Except one, that is.

“Always.”

“Daddy allows that?”

“Daddy doesn’t know.”

He tosses my pants away, sliding his hands up my thighs and spreading them wide. My cheeks warm. Okay, maybe I’m a little shy…

“You’re inspecting me like a prized pig,” I say.

He flicks his eyes toward me. “You’re far from a pig, baby.”

He leans down, running his tongue along the inside of my thigh. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from whimpering. Goosebumps break out over my skin and my back arches from the bed.

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