Page 54 of The Pleasure of Panic

“No, I wanna hear it. Tell me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mmmhmm. Yup. Hit me with it.”

He thinks about this for a few seconds, then says, “OK, but I’m only doing this because you’re making me.”

I laugh. “Got it. Go for it.”

“You can’t call me a pervert when you do the whole sex fantasy debrief with your friend, Bella.”

“Chella. And I won’t, I promise.”

“OK, but just remember—”

“I won’t tell her anything, promise.”

He closes his eyes, steps towards me, threads his hand into my hair as he leans into my ear and whispers, “I’m gonna put my fingers inside you now, Issy. Right up in your pussy. And you’re gonna be wet for me, understand?”

I turn my head to look at him, but he holds me in place by gripping my hair.

“Just agree,” he coos.

“Yes,” I say.

“Yes, you’ll what?”

“I’ll…” I swallow hard. “I’ll be wet for you.”

I can feel his smile as he kisses my neck. “Good. Then I’m gonna finger you and play with your clit, just to get you ready for my nipple clamps, got it?”

I’m too busy picturing that in my head to respond, but he nips the tender skin under my ear and says, “Got it?”

“Yes,” I say. “Got it.”

“Shit like that,” he says, pulling back and releasing my hair.

“That’s it?” I ask.

“It’s not good enough?”

“No, it’s pretty good. But… do you have more?”

He tilts his head like a confused puppy. “Are you fucking with me?”

“What do you mean?”

He tilts his head some more. “You’ve done this before.”

I press my bare breasts against his chest, lean up on my tippy toes so I can kiss his chin, and whisper, “Mr. Murphy,” as I take those kisses to his neck. Then I slide my lips down his bare chest, dragging my fingernails down his abs as I lower myself to my knees, and look up at him as I take his hard cock out of his sweats and begin pumping him in my hand. “This is my first time,” I coo. “Don’t be mad if I can’t please you.”

And then I place the tip of his cock against my lips and kiss it as I look up at him with innocent, wide eyes, and say, “Be gentle with me. My pussy is tiny and your cock is so, so big.”

He’s transfixed. And I almost laugh. Almost.

And then he grins. “You’re a dirty, bad, little slut. And I’m gonna spank you hard for lying.”

He pulls me to my feet as I continue laughing. Then one at a time, the clamps go on. And not the gentle way we just learned about on YouTube, either. The hard, tight way that pinches and makes me gasp. Then he’s got the riding crop in his hand and he’s bending me over the arm of his couch.