Page 102 of Degrees of Control

A flash of chemically perfected teeth. “You’ll do what? You’ll let me take your cherry?”

“Yes.”

“Bareback?”

“Yes!”

“While your boyfriend stands around a boring-ass house party wonderin’ where you’ve gone?”

Charlie swallowed, her whole body throbbing. “Yes!”

“You gonna tell him afterward? Tell your little pansy boy some man took what he wasn’t willing to take for himself?”

She shook her head and he laughed. “Good. You keep my secret and I’ll keep yours. Hell, maybe we can make it a regular thing. You can come round to my place and get the jump whenever you like it. Pea Coat never has to know. Far as he’s concerned, you’ll still be purer than the first snow in September.”

Charlie shook her head. She felt a weird misplaced loyalty to the concept of Freddie as her boyfriend, probably because he was a vegan teetotaler. “Only once. We can only do this one time.”

She wasn’t expecting what came next. Until now James had been aggressive and handsy, but in control. Now, however his expression was one of fury, a fire expanding beyond its grate, licking at the walls and singeing the floor. His hands sought her waist and Charlie found herself on all fours on the Egyptian cotton bathmat, her skirt lifted, her bare ass hauled up like an offering.

“What are you doing?” She struggled, but James’ hands held her in place. She felt the familiar velvet hardness of his cock pressing at her entrance. “What are you—”

“What’s it feel like I’m doin’?”

“But you said you’d go slow! This isn’t slow, this is—”

“That was before.”

She reached in front of her, trying to move away and James grabbed the waistband of her skirt as and hauled her back toward him. “You want it only once? Fine. We’re gonna fuck like animals do. Like horses. I’m gonna mount you from the back and ride you ‘till I’m done.”

“No!”

“Yes.” He reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair. “It’s about time. Say goodbye to your virginity.”

“N-ohhh,” Charlie moaned as he slid inside her. She couldn’t help it, the feel of them merging together was her favourite part of sex. An orgasm was one thing, but she always felt the perfection of her and James becoming one thing together went deeper than pleasure. Perhaps she was a sex hippy after all.

James sank in deeper, parting her like she was nothing, pulling back and sinking into her again.

“Please,” she whimpered, unwilling for the game to end. “Slow down.”

He gave her hair a vicious twist. “Nope. If you’re just gonna go on pretendin’ you’re a virgin, you can get the whole rose petals, eyes closed, missionary position fuck from your man. I’m gonna show you you’re just flesh and blood. Your cunt was built to be used just like every other woman on this earth.”

Charlie shuddered against him and she thought about their safe word,red.James had long since proven he didn’t actually feel this way about men or women. He’d said far worse to her during sex and Charlie had loved every second of it. It was the magma of malice that lay beneath the crust of those words that scared her. Whatever game they were playing, James was genuinely on edge, though about what she wasn’t sure. In the years they’d been lovers, she’d never once used their safe word, had forgotten it was evenapplicableto their sex life. Yet now they were wavering close to some edge she didn’t know she had.

That feeling of deja vu wavered behind her eyes again like heat lines on a scorching bitumen road. What couldn’t she remember?

A sharp slap on the ass tore her from her thoughts.

“Mine, now,” James said. “My little fuckin’ pony. I’m gonna make you come all over my cock, Charlotte. Make you come like your boyfriend never could.”

Another thrill of panic shot down her spine. They were role playing and when they were role playing, her name wasn’t Charlotte, and his wasn’t James. They were wordless amalgamations of their fantasies, one dimensional caricatures—the virgin and her captor, the princess and the thief. That he’d called her by her real name wasn’t normal, wasn’t right, but then he was so deep inside her and it felt so, so good. She pressed her face into the soft mat and screamed.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Hold still.” He slid into her and pulled out fast, coating himself in her wetness.

“Tight,” he grunted. “So fuckin’ tight. I’m your first, you know that? I’m your first and I’m railin’ you in a fuckin’ bathroom. So much for the purity ring, huh? You can’t ever wear it again, Peaches. Least not the way you did before.”

Charlie moaned her humiliation, her hips moving back as she tried to get him deeper inside her.

“That’s it, take that cock, honey. Feels better than waitin’, don’t it? Maybe it even feels better than being righteous, I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been that man.”

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