Page 24 of Morsel

“What?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a pretty pussy?” Oscar asks.

“No.”

“Really? Oh, they’re idiots,” he says.

“I…”

I kind of like the idea of Oscar calling my exes idiots. It brings me a strange sense of satisfaction to know that he thinks they screwed me over somehow.

I feel that way, too.

“Take the compliment, Dolly.”

“Thank you,” I say.

“Try again.”

“Thank you, Mr. Shadowvale.”

“There we go,” he says. “I knew you had good manners.”

I flush.

Wait.

Am I supposed to be feeling this way?

His praise is doing so many weird things to me. Today has been such a fucked-up day.

“Did I really let you spank me?” I whisper.

“You didn’t let me do anything.”

“I could have resisted.”

“You were getting punished, Dolly. You were a bad girl today.”

“I’m sorry,” I say.

He reaches for my chin and tilts it up.

“You mean it this time, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you didn’t deserve to have Craig take you. I’m so sorry. Oscar, I really didn’t know they were going to do that.”

“What did you know, Dolly?”

I ignore the fact that his hand is on my chin. I try to pretend like his other hand isn’t stroking my hip. His fingers are dangerously close to my pussy, and honestly, I want them to be right on top of it.

“I knew they were going to talk to you.”

“And that was your job? You had to get me to talk to them?”

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