“It’s like you respect me too much now. I get pity orgasms and pretty words. I want to be more than that. I want . . .” I observe the way she’s working this out. She’s not used to asking for what she wants. “I want you unhinged for me. Just . . . disrespect me. Just for a bit.” That night. My lips drag over the shell of her ear, and she shivers. “You’d like to be my pretty little slut tonight?”
