Page 101 of Degrees of Control

He pressed her back against the wall and kissed her soft and deep. “You let me have that pussy, I promise it’ll be the best thing you’ve ever done.”

“Wh-what if it hurts?” Charlie whispered, softened by the tenderness of his mouth and the way he was holding her.

“I’ll tell you a secret, Peaches; sex doesn’t have to hurt. I’ll slide in slow, let you get used to me. You think you won’t like it but you will. I’ll have you screamin’ for more by the end.”

Charlie licked her lips, pretending to contemplate his indecent proposal. “Okay. I’ll…wecan have sex.”

James dipped his chin like a Hollywood cowboy. “Glad to hear it. Just one more thing. It’ll have to be unprotected.”

Just like that, all the warmth Charlie was feeling toward him evaporated. “What? Why?”

He grinned at her false indignation. “I don’t wear condoms. Never have.”

“But that’s not safe!”

He shrugged. “Life’s not safe, sweetheart, but sex sure feels better without a rubber on.”

She had to give it to James. He was like the Keats of being a prick, sometimes she felt like she should be writing the asshole things he said down.

“I couldn’t do that!” she said. “Not with you! It’s not…good.”

“You sure?” James was all over her again, kissing and touching and stroking. “Bare is how humans were made to fuck, baby, skin on skin. It’s your first time, lemme give you that.”

She and James had given up condoms years ago, but she didn’t want to go bare now. It felt like she was allowing the asshole he was playing a privilege he didn’t come close to deserving.

“No,” she said more firmly than before. “It’s not safe.”

James shoved his hand up her skirt and slid two fingers into her pussy. The ache was even more delicious this time, the pressure hot and tight. His mouth found her ear. “You’re overthinkin’ this, Peaches. Lemme make it nice and simple.”

He pressed his thumb to her clit and rubbed it hard so that Charlie screamed. “Don—”

“We both know that’s not what you want.” James jerked his head at the door. “You’ve got a man out there waitin’ for you. He doesn’t know where you’ve gone. Maybe he thinks you’re chattin’ to a friend or getting’ some fresh air. He wouldn’t have a clue you’ve been in here with me getting your cunt licked, what with you bein’ little miss purity ring and all. Would you agree?”

He pulsed his fingers in and out of her, making her moan. “I said, ‘would you agree?’”

Charlie swallowed, trying to clarify her thoughts. “Um, maybe?”

“Well, here’s the thing. You don’t fuck me right here and right now, I’m gonna walk up to your man and shake his hand with these.”

He flexed his fingers, leaving no doubt as to what he meant.

“No!”

“Yep. And once I’m done, I’ll pull him aside and tell him I just ate out the sweetest little thing in the bathroom. A squirmy little brunette with big blue eyes who wouldn’t let me put my cock in her because she was, get this, a fuckin’ virgin.”

“You can’t—”

“Yes.” James’ eyes were black as coal. “I can. Think he’ll know that I mean you?”

“Of course!”

“Exactly, so you want to avoid that situation, don’t you? Because there’s an easy way to do it—you let me fuck you bare, I’ll make sure he never finds out. It’ll be our little secret.”

Charlie exhaled, trying to catch her thoughts and order them in a way that made sense. This was the most intense role play they’d ever done and they were regulars at the temple of role play. She hated the man James was playing more than she’d ever hated one of his personas, white knights were never his style but this was ramping up the asshole factor one thousand percent. Yet, shamefully, she wanted more, hard and as mean as he could make it. That was her secret shame, the inner pool of darkness that felt bottomless in its perversity.

James made an impatient sound and began to slide his fingers out of her again.

“No!” Charlie clutched at his wrist. “I’ll do it?”

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