Good girl

“If you don’t answer me, this stops,” I said. Her eyes widened but she kept thrusting her hips forward. “Are you listening to me?” I asked. She nodded. “Words, Princess.”

“Yes, Shane,” she whimpered.

“Are you a little slut?” I asked.

“I-I—,” she stuttered and looked at me with panicked eyes. Even through the haze of euphoria she was experiencing I could see the shame flash in her eyes.

“None of that,” I said as I kissed the inside of her thigh. “You don’t ever have to be ashamed with me. Never that. You hear me?” I asked.

“Yes,” she breathed as she nodded.

“Good girl,” I murmured. I stared into her eyes as I continued to fuck her with my fingers. Her nipples were hardened peeks that pushed against the thin fabric/material of her poor excuse of a dress. “Now answer me before I get mad,” I growled. “Are you a good little slut?” I asked. She nodded and I brought my free hand down on her sensitive clit. Her cry was raspy as it fell from her lips. She was confused as she stared down at me.