C*mslut (Hired)

by B. Sobjakken

“I’m not ashamed of anything, but when I used to go to therapy, she said I like to trauma dump on people as a way to seek validation or attention. Though I disagreed, I got all the attention I needed with my clients, you know?”

she refused to look at me once after the iPad was gifted. It was similar to the silence she gave us on the plane when we showed her the suitcases of clothes, and everything clicked into place. An amused snort escapes me before I can stop it; they both turn slowly and look at me as if I am dying.

Emery was uncomfortable with gifts…and after all the taunts and teases she’s done in the past 48 hours, I was suddenly in a very giving mood.

“Do you enjoy making me hard at inappropriate times?” I nod.

I stand and go to lather her head when she grabs my wrist with a glare. “Do not put body wash in my hair.” “Soap is soap,” I shrug, washing off my hands and cloth before grabbing the handle again. Her mouth gapes open. “Soap is not soap. It wouldn’t be labeled body wash if it was intended for your hair.”

I lean down, kissing him one last time. “I love you.” “I love you, Emery,” He says, his eyes swimming with adoration.