He reaches down and helps me remove them past my walking cast. Standing back, he instructs, “Get those panties off.”
I just shimmy out of them.
He sits back down on the couch. “Say, ‘Fuck me, Damon,’ and I’ll give you so much heat you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
I laugh. “I already can’t walk.”
“You want heat though, right?”
I shake my head.
“No?”
I shake my head again. “That’s not what I really want.”
“What do youreally want?”
“To forget.”
“About what?”
“Not about what. About who.”
A strange look crosses his face, but I’m so inebriated I can’t decipher it and don’t really care.
“Say, ‘Damon, fuck me,’ and I’ll make you forget.”
I don’t hesitate. “Damon, fuck me.”
Louder.
“Damon, fuck me,” I say louder.
“Beg me.”
I throw my head back laughing. “You’re so messed up. Everything about you is screwed up.”
“Isn’t that what you love about me?”
Nope. I’ve never loved you.
“Sure.” It’s easier to just say what he wants to hear.
“So, beg me, and I’ll make you forget.”
What the hell? This is messed up. Is it any more fucked-up than Xander wanting Billie?
I get on my knees and crawl between Damon’s knees, I stare him in the eyes and say, “Please fuck me, Damon.”
“Bitch, suck my dick.”
Bitch?
Xander would never do this to you.
This is stupid and not what I want or need.
I’m over this game.
