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The pain cools almost immediately when he starts working the lotion into my skin. It still feels warm, but not sharp and stabbing like before.
“I’ll be blunt about this,” Corvin says. “I like being rough. I like being in charge. I like pushing people out of their comfort zones and to their breaking points. The more you cry, the more turned on I get. It sounds fucked up but it’s the truth. It’s not hurting you that brings me joy, though.”
I look back at him, and when our eyes meet he smiles.
“It’s that you trust me enough that you’ll give your pleasure and pain to me. That I can see when you need more and when you need a break.”
“Sounds a little egotistical.”
His fingers slide down to pinch my thigh. “It is. Maybe a secret need to feel important.”
I roll my eyes and relax against the pillow. “What else?”
He hums and goes back to massaging my ass cheeks.
“I have a drawer full of toys I like to use. I’ll always show anything I want to play with to you before we start. You’re also welcome to dig through and pick out things that interest you.”
“Well we have something in common there. I’ve got a box full of dildos and vibrators in the closet.” I half turn to face him. “You ever seen a stroker for a t-dick?”
He cocks his head and shakes it. “I don’t think I have.”
His hand smoothes over my back to guide me back down, and my body feels kind of like a feather in the wind, so I let him.
“If I give you a paper with some kinks on it, would you look into them and tell me what interests you?”
It’s my turn to hum, a blanket of sleepiness coming over me. “Probably.”
He’s saying something else; I know he is. But my head isn’t here anymore. It’s floating away into a peaceful abyss, and I think I have to let it.
It’s a shame I don’t get to find out what was worrying him so much.
Good thing I have an entire semester to find out.
Chapter 13
Shiloh
“A clinic appointment?”
Corvin is sitting at his desk, typing away at something while I slip my shoes on and settle the dark blue beanie over my rebellious curls.
“Yes. When you finish with classes, go down to the clinic for a health screening.”
I prop my shoulder on the doorframe and frown. “This isn’t another drug test, is it?”
For a brief second, he looks over at me and cracks a smile. “No. It’s an STD test.”
When I wrinkle my nose, he chuckles. “I’m going later this afternoon as well. Don’t look so sour.”
“Fuck you. My ass hurts. I’m allowed to look sour.”
I’ve been using that excuse for the last few days partially because I’m still a little sore and partially because I want to see how long until he calls me on my bullshit.
The chair creaks as he leans back and throws me a smirk. “I can make it hurt a little more if you want to cop an attitude.”
A buzz from my pocket grabs my attention and stops the sarcastic retort on my tongue.
Atlas: Everything okay?
