She took another gulp of wine, looked up at the sky, and drew in a deep breath. “Okay. I think I’m into degradation. I mean, I haven’t actually fully tested it yet. But mostly, my fantasies — and yeah, they’re just fantasies because I haven’t done any of this — they revolve around being… used?”
I schooled my features. For some reason, I hadn’t been expecting that last part, but I could definitely see the appeal. “Like, free use?”
Ella blushed, still not meeting my eyes. “I guess? I don’t really know. It just seems hot. But the only guy I ever trusted with this? He turned around and told half the town. So yeah, senior year was ablast. The whole town basically thought I was a slut.”
“I bet,” I said grimly. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”
She gave a small shrug. “It’s whatever. I just don’t think I’ll ever explore it now. I don’t see myself trusting a guy like that again. Not gonna get burned twice.”
I wanted to argue — tell her there was someone out there who’d get it, who’d treat her right — but that felt hypocritical. I hadn’t figured that out for myself, either.
So instead, I topped off our glasses, and we clinked them together in quiet solidarity.
Men fucking sucked.
***
I was having the most vivid dream.
It was one of those dreams that felt so real you wouldn’t have realized you were dreaming if you hadn’t slipped into that halfway state between being awake and being asleep.
I willed myself to slip back into dreamland, to drift away again, wanting, no, desperatelyneedingthis dream to continue.
Wet heat pooled between my legs, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through my body. The sensations were insane; it felt like an actual tongue was lapping at my clit, and the picture of Dom’s head, buried between my legs, flashed through my mind.
Guess I could indulge indreamingabout him.
I let out a soft moan as the sensations become even more pronounced. What the fuck had been in that wine? My toesbegan to curl, my pussy throbbing greedily. My eyes flew open as my clit was sucked into something wet and hot.
“What—”
“Shhh.” Hazel eyes peered up at me from between my thighs, and dark red stubble scraped against my pussy as he spoke. “You were almost there, Goddess.”
“What the f—” I tried to sit up, still slightly disoriented, but he dove into my pussy again, making me cry out in pleasure.
Holy fucking shit. Was this really happening right now?
Dom circled my clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. I was writhing on the sheets, my pussy sensitive, swollen, and positively gushing all over his face.
How long had he been at this while I’d been asleep?
“Oh my God, this is so fucked up.” I moaned, even though my fingers found their way to his hair.
He groaned as I gripped the strands tightly. I wasn’t sure if it was the lingering effects of the wine or the haziness of sleep, or if I simply didn’t care anymore, but I began grinding my pussy against his face.
“So fucking hot,” he growled, attacking me with new vigor.
His tongue lapped at me, alternating between thrusting into my wet opening and stimulating my throbbing clit.
“Y-yes, oh my God, yes!”
Dom was devouring me like a man starving, my channel clenching desperately as I hurtled towards the edge of a climax. My toes curled as he sucked on my clit.
“Please, make me come. I need it so bad!”
He pulled back, eliciting a needy whine from me, only to plunge two of his thick fingers right into me. “Say, ’My sloppy little pussy needs you, Dom’.”
Throwing any remnants of my pride overboard, I obeyed. “My sloppy little pussy needs you, Dom.”
