Page 129 of Seeds of Malice

His lips twitch. "Yeah."

"How?"

He drags his fingers over my spine, and I shudder. His grin widens. He claims, "There's a relationship between pleasure and pain. You'll see."

I don't understand what he means, but I drop it, feeling naive and hating it.

I curse myself again for being a prude in high school. I don't want to admit it to anyone, and I never thought I was one, but I now see it.

If sex is so pleasurable, then why would anyone not want to have it?

Dax studies me.

I get agitated. "Did I do something wrong?"

He shakes his head, dragging his fingers over the crease of my ass. "No, baby girl. You're doing everything right."

"I am?"

He kisses me. "Yeah. Now give us what we both need."

My butterflies erupt into a fluttering mass, mixing with my anxiety. I don't know how Dax knows what we need, but he's not been wrong about anything so far.

He demands, "Beg me to fuck your slutty ass."

My pussy clenches, and I don't understand why. I was taught not to cuss. Before now, I don't think I've ever said the f-word. Now, I'm using it and calling myself a slut.

Dax loves it.

Don't be a prude.

I purse my lips how Avery does and narrow my eyes. I don't know why I'm replicating what she does, except everyone thinks she's sexy. And I want to be nothing less for Dax.

He doesn't speak.

In a breathless tone, I plead, "Please fuck my slutty ass."

"Louder. And make sure you make me believe you want it—that you're as desperate for me as I am for you."

He's desperate for me.

My adrenaline resurfaces.

I stick my ass in the air, lean my head back, then meet Dax's gaze. In my most desperate voice, I beg, "Please, Dax. Fuck me in my slutty ass. I-I need it so badly."

"Fuuuck, you dirty little whore. I'm going to make you come so hard you can't sit down for a week," he declares.

Horror and excitement swirl in my gut. I swallow hard, unsure how he's not going to hurt me.

He murmurs into my ear, "If you want to make me happy, then you'll do something for me when you come."

"What?"

"I want you to yell, 'I love it when you fuck my slutty ass.'"

Something sordid inside of me gets more excited. I bat my eyes. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes."

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