Chapter 48
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Holy Fuck .
That is the hottest thing I have ever experienced in my life.
And I’ve been fucking Luke Weston for over a month, so that says a lot.
He continues to tower over me, hand in my hair, as I wipe the corners of my mouth clean.
I love when he praises me.
But this? I think I just discovered I have a degradation kink too. Because fuck, he has me wanting to act like his little whore until the end of time.
While he was the one in the chair, looking down on me as he pushed me to the limits I never knew existed, I was the one who felt empowered, knowing how affected he was by me, knowing I had the power to completely undo him.
And by the look of awe on his face, I did.
This is exactly what I’ve been asking for.
To be pushed out of my comfort zone so I can explore my sexual desires thoroughly.
I’ve read enough romance books to know that there is so much I haven’t dabbled in, and while some things are a clear no-go for me, there are many fantasies that I have yet to try but can only do them if Luke feels comfortable enough to fuck me like he disrespects me.
I wiggle on my knees, searching to ease the ache he’s put there, when Luke tsks from above me. “And here I thought I’d fucked the brat out of you. What is it, Daisy? Did deep-throating my cock and swallowing my cum and spit make you wet?”
I sigh and shrug, because if he wants a brat, I’ll show him a brat. “Don’t be lazy about it, Coach. Why don’t you come and see for yourself if you wanna know so bad?”
Oh shit. Maybe I should have thought that through.
His chair falls behind him as he stands, hauling me up with him by my armpits. Then I’m spun around and bent over his desk quicker than humanly possible.
But Luke is far more animal than human right now, so I guess that tracks.
My pants are ripped down my legs. His cleated shoes kick between my feet, forcing me to widen my very exposed stance.
Yes, I think to myself. I love it when Luke eats me from behind. It feels much more forbidden when he does it this way. Especially when he runs his tongue up my tight back hole, creating an incredible sensation I pretend to be surprised by every time he does.
But instead of his skillful tongue running down my slit, I feel a brisk gust of wind before his hand smacks down on my ass.