Hillary
I can’t believe I just forgave him so easily, but he’s not wrong. That’s literally part of the degradation kink—humiliation. But I don’t want that particular part, and I should have just told him, like we agreed, instead of acting like a baby. Because I want to be his baby.
My eyes flutter closed as I feel his warm tongue on my skin, kissing and sucking. My p***y is slick with arousal, and my n*****s tighten immediately.
“I’m sorry, my love,” he reiterates, teasing my skin with his touch. “I never meant to hurt you or make you cry.” He sits on my bed, his back against the headboard, and pulls me to straddle him. He kisses my neck so softly it makes my p***y ache intensely.
“You want me to treat you like my baby, right? My sweet little girl,” his voice vibrates against my skin,
