I find my courage. "Then why aren't you fucking my slutty ass right now?"
Dax's eyes light with approval. He grunts. "Fucking A. You're fucking perfect."
My heart soars. I wiggle my ass, shoving my nerves down, trying not to wince from my tits grazing the covers.
He smacks my ass, and it echoes in the air. I yelp, and a sting erupts, and he rubs his palm over it. His voice turns darker. "You're a teasing little whore right now, aren't you?"
Pretend you're Avery.
I hate her.
She would know what to do.
I fall into my role, surprising myself at how easy it is to carry this conversation with him. I lick my lips and answer, "Yes."
His expression turns wicked. My pussy clenches and he suggests, "Maybe I shouldn't fuck your ass. Make you crave it instead."
"No!"
"No? Why no?"
"I need you to," I declare.
"You need me to what?" he taunts, then slaps my ass again.
"Oh!" I breathe out, arching my back.
"Tell me what you need." He rubs his palm over the sting.
"I-I need you to fuck my slutty ass!"
This is going to hurt.
Dax wouldn't hurt me.
He's not going to fit.
He cages his body over my back, his hard, warm frame pressing against it. His hot breath hits my ear, and zings fly down my spine and burst through my tits. He warns, "I need you to relax. Understand?"
I take a deep breath.
He asserts, "Be all in. Trust me completely."
"I am. I do!"
"Good. Now, do you remember how your greedy cunt desperately sucked my cock earlier?"
More adrenaline bursts in my core. Nothing's ever felt so good. I answer, "Yes."
He moves his fingers over my neck, tightening them, but not so I can't breathe. He firmly holds my head so my chin rests on the pillow.
Excitement begins to override all else.
"Your ass is just as greedy. Now promise me you're going to do what I say."
Anxiety swirls with curiosity, fear, and the desire to do whatever I have to in order to always keep Dax as mine. I vow, "I promise."
He kisses my cheek and wraps his fingers over my hands, which are still above my head. "Good. Relax."