“Do you like to be degraded?” The air around Paul shifts, and suddenly, he’s looking at me like he did in the locker room when he was in his suit. It makes me want to beg, but I have never begged for sex. Not ever. “Um.” I clear the clog from my throat. “I’m not really sure.” “No?” Paul leans in until his breath brushes my cheek. “Are you a needy little cock slut?” My body tenses, and my cock starts to thicken under the table. “Or maybe you’re a good little cock sucker? Hmm? Do you need some praise with your degradation?”
