Page 13 of The Shame Game

“The words you used,” she said, swallowing hard. “Slut. Greedy.”

“Hole,” he supplied, and she knew by the way her cheeks had heated that she was blushing again.

“That one especially,” she said, her eyes focused on his chin. He was still sporting his vacation stubble, silver like the streaks in his hair. She frowned a little at a dark spot on his jaw. “What’s that?”

“What? Oh.” He stroked his thumb over the bruise. “That’s where you kicked me last night.”

She bit her lip to hide her glee. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” He raised an eyebrow. “You were saying?”

“Right.” She cleared her throat, still staring at the bruise. “I don’t know why, but every time you said it, I just cringed.”

“And got hotter?” he asked, stroking her hip when she nodded.

“Lots hotter. It made me feel…not devalued, exactly, but reduced, in a way. Like all the other parts of me had gone away, and I was just that. Just a greedy, slutty hole.” Her breath shuddered out. “And I liked it.”

“I know. You came four times,” he reminded her.

Her cheeks flamed hotter. “That was the cannabis lube.”

“Some of it, but mostly, you just really got off on it. I did, too.”

Her eyes darted up to meet his, surprised. “You did?”

“You couldn’t tell?” he asked with a low laugh

“I could tell you were turned on,” she said, babbling a little as she grappled with this new information. “But I wasn’t sure about the rest. It was just so different from how we normally play, you know? I just wasn’t sure.”

“I liked it,” he assured her. “I liked that it turned you on so much to be reduced to a greedy, slutty hole.”

“I’m not sure I do.”

“You’ve always liked dirty talk,” he pointed out. “What is erotic humiliation but dirty talk on steroids?”

She frowned a little, rolling the phrase around in her mind. “I always thought of erotic humiliation as something, well, mean. Things like making a submissive be a toilet, or an ashtray, or something like that.”

“I think it can be whatever you feel erotically humiliated by,” he said, then shrugged. “But honestly, I don’t know much about it. I’m a novice here, too.”

“I don’t want you to use me as a toilet,” she warned.

That startled a laugh out of him. “Fair enough. What about the rest of it? Do you want to do that again?”

“I really kinda do.” She wrinkled her nose at him. “Do you?”

“I really kinda do,” he echoed, and leaned down to capture her lips in a soft kiss. “Maybe next time I’ll make you come five times.”

“Oh, jeez,” she muttered, and made him laugh. A sudden thought occurred to her, and she jerked back to frown at him.

“What?”

“That thing you said last night, that you had to fuck my ass because I’d had the dildo in my vagina and it would probably be too loose for you to feel.”

His eyes twinkled, clearly amused. “What about it?”

“You know that doesn’t actually happen like that, right? The vagina is incredibly elastic, and would return to its normal shape and size within—”

He cut her off with another kiss, lingering over it until she softened against him, then raised his head to wink at her. “I know. But it was hot, wasn’t it?”

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