Chapter Eighty One

"Why not another book?, I picked up this other book..."

"No, I want this book, our favourite."

"You are really going to do this to me, Thane?"

"Yes. That's the plan."

He passed me the book, and I held it with shaky hands as he took a seat.

"What passage do you want to listen to?"

"You pick," he says.

I inhaled, scrolling through the pages of the thick book before stopping randomly on one. My cheeks redden, and I was about to scroll past it.

"That one, I like that one," Thane says, and I knew he simply wanted me burning red in embarrassment. I could do this.

This passage was shorter than most, so I began:

"Mr. Cutie wasn't as innocent as I thought him to be when we were in bed. He was going to try a different technique, fisting—he called it. I was a very naughty girl, and so I could make a wild guess, it wouldn’t be my first time getting a fist from a guy but I was soon to find out how pleasurable ‘Cutie’ could make this." I paused. I had read about this ‘act’ from previous passages, Th