Sloth (Sinful Secrets 1)
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“Cleo. Cleo, Cleo... We’ve gotten off on the wrong foot, I’m afraid. If you think I would hurt you, I’m forced to wonder if you’re fanaticizing. I’d never hurt a woman who didn’t beg for it.”
“What does that mean?” she whispers.
“Have you ever been whipped?”
“No.” Her voice is still a whisper.
“Have you ever had your cunt spanked?”
“No.”
“Ever been bound?”
She hesitates.
“You have.” My pulse quickens.
“Not really. My ex tried to tie me to the bed posts with one of his ties.”
“What did you think of it?” My throat is so dry, the words stick a little.
“It was fun I guess, but he wasn’t very good at knots. I got out in like ten seconds.”
“Maybe you’re just good at escaping.”
“Maybe.” Another pause. “Kellan, can I go now? I’m sorry I offended your dick or whatever. I did that because I was freaked out. Thank you for not following me, and for not threatening me or being any weirder. I enjoyed...” She fumbles for the words.
I stroke my cock. “You enjoyed my mouth on your pussy?”
“Yeah,” she murmurs. “If you have to put it that way.”
“My tongue in your slit? My lips on your clit? I know you enjoyed it. I’d like to do it again.”
“Not happening.”
“What will it take? How many bricks?”
“You want to pay me like a prostitute, with marijuana?”
“I’d make an exchange involving that, yes.” I add, “Don’t say it on the phone, Cleo.”
“And you would get what?” She scoffs. “My body?”
I picture her lying in her bed, shirtless with her nipples hard, cradling a phone to her cheek. “And I would get.... a bunch of free weed?”
“Exactly. And you give me a cut of what you sell.”
“How big a cut?” she asks.
“Sixty.”
She scoffs. “That doesn’t sound so great for me.”
“You have no overhead. You pay me nothing. It’s all profit to you.”
She sighs. “Thereby making me a whore.”
“My whore. I treat my whores better than most men treat their wives. I should add... you would get my body, too.”