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“Because I am.”
I took hold of the dildo and pushed it all the way in.
“You don’t realise what you’re asking for, Rosie.”
I started working the dildo, tried to do a sexy moan. “I’m asking to be your slut,” I said. “Tie me up and write filth on my body and fuck me. Do whatever you want to me and I’ll take it all like a good girl.”
“Fuck,” he said.
“Fuck me,” I said, working the dildo faster.
“Stop,” he said and my hand froze.
“It’s more than just acting the slut, Rosie, it’s –”
“I don’t want to act, I want tobecomethe best slut,” I said and he shook his head again.
“It would take a huge commitment.”
I shrugged. “I can commit, no problem.”
He hesitated, staring at the dildo in my pussy.
I held it there, waited for the words.
“Quit your job,” he said.
“What?”
“If you really want to commit, you need to ring the pizza place and quit your job, because you won’t be leaving here for quite some time.”
His words took me aback.
“I’m already past the realms of restraint, Rosie. I’m beyond the satisfaction of a few hours of fucking with you, only to wave you off with asee you later. If you stir the pot of addiction, it will keep on spinning.” His eyes were so fierce. “Do it if you really want it. Show me how serious you are. Quit your job.”
I pulled the dildo free as the fears of sensibilities crept in from the sides of my mind. How could I afford–
He shook his head, pre-empting me.
“Don’t worry about the implications. I have more than enough money to share.”
Could I do this? Could I really?
“I’m deadly serious,” he went on. “If this is what you really want, then you need to quit your job and stay here with me. You needn’t worry about money. I’ll more than cover your wages and anything else you might need.”
“Quit my job,” I said out loud. It sounded so weird.
“Yes,” he said. “It really is that simple, if being my slut is what you really want. Have a think about it. I’ll go make us a coffee.”
“Wait,” I said as he made to walk away.
I didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t need to think about it.
My phone was buried behind one of the cushions. My fingers were trembling as I called up the pizza house number, and this time when Marcus answered, I didn’t fake a cough. I was looking at Julian as I said the words.
“I quit, sorry,” I said, on autopilot. “Something has come up.”
I hung up before Marcus could quiz or argue, tossing my phone to the side as I stared at Julian, staring at me.
