From an old account. I hope you enjoy.
“Don’t call me that.”
Your voice wavered when you spoke. You were lying; you wanted to hear it again and you weren’t sure why. He caught it, he knew when you were lying, he always did. A slight smirk played on his lips for a moment.
“Call you what? A slut?” He stepped closer to you; you stepped backward. The way his voice lowered, the slight growl that came with the word. You felt between your legs jump. He continued walking toward you and you continued stepping backward, you continued this intimidating dance until he had you pinned against the front door.
“You know what you said.”
“Why do I feel like you liked it though?“ He said, putting a hand on your waist and pulling your lower half toward him. He didn’t break eye contact as he spoke. “You like it. I bet you’re wet right now, aren’t you slut?” He pulled your nightgown up a little bit and put his fingers on your pussy through your panties. You sighed and closed your eyes. You heard him chuckle. “I fucking knew it.” Suddenly he picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist out of habit.