“What’s your thing, Ind, huh? Do you like to be called names in bed? Do you like to be talked down to?” She lets out a tiny moan, but I think it has more to do with the pull of her nipple between my teeth and the flick of our fingers coasting over her clit, and less to do with what I said. Because I know this girl and there’s not a world in which she wants to be called a degrading name. She likes to be told she’s lovely and smart. “No, that’s not it. My little valedictorian likes to be praised, doesn’t she?”
