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I’m a lot of things, but I don’t think upset is one of them, and that’s what worries me.

“You’d never let Limp Dick near me,” I tell him, a small smile teasing my lips.

Isaac’s eyes heat, searching me for signs of distress. “I still never would have done what we did without a conversation. Gray may beat the shit out of me for the things I called you…”

“And that’s what I’m trying to wrap my mind around!” I exclaim. “I don’t know how to feel about you calling me… a whore.”

I whisper the last part, tears pricking my eyes as I say it. Yep, it definitely bothers me. I didn’t think he, of all people, saw me that way. Pulling my face away, I blink rapidly as I swallow, turning my back to him as the water washes away my stupid tears. Emotions I don’t completely understand, and I usually try to be very in tune with them.

It keeps me alive.

“Silla,” Isaac says, wrapping his body around mine. “This is the conversation we should have had before this, but never got to because of Limp Dick.”

My lips twitch in amusement at the auditor’s new name.

“I’ll figure it out,” I murmur, reaching out for the conditioner. I washed my hair earlier, but it’ll frizz if I don’t do something to it.

Isaac wraps his hand in my hair, making me gasp as he yanks me flush against him. “That’s something we’re not gonna do, Baby Girl. You’re not going to pretend to be okay. Don’t pretend the word ‘whore’ doesn’t affect you,” he growls in my ear as I flinch.

“But it still happened, and I don’t know what to do about that,” I whisper, my voice breaking.

“It’s hard to remember sometimes how inexperienced you are,” he says softly, his other arm wrapping around my waist.

“Yes, I know how much you like your women well broken in and crazy,” I snark, referring to Andrya.

“Jealousy is adorable on you, but it’s not needed, Little Hacker. I do have certain tastes, I can be rough, and there’s times that I crave control,” he says, licking up my neck. It should make my skin crawl, but instead I shiver, my breath hitching in need. “Society says that being a whore is dirty and awful, and it’s what people call your Section B. No one considers how necessary it is to be able to slide into a situation confidently, bringing a dangerous man or woman to their knees because of how desirable they are. There’s power in that.”

“Being considered a whore is how I ended up in that damn section,” I sigh, and Isaac blows out a breath.

“I still have a lot of questions about why you’re even here, because your work is so clean, it doesn’t make sense. That’s a conversation for another day though. What I want to talk to you about is what happened in that room. Calling you my whore in the bedroom is very different from someone else calling you one,” he explains, his hand drifting down my body to squeeze my hip.

Even though he’s wearing underwear, I can still feel how hard he is for me as he grinds himself against me.

“How?” I ask softly, my head resting on his shoulder since he’s still holding my hair tightly. The slight pain grounds me in the conversation, and I can feel myself growing wet.

“When I call you my Good Little Whore, I’m claiming you and praising you. Degradation and praise are forms of kink, and they often go hand in hand. It’s telling you your wet, sloppy pussy makes my dick hard, or insisting you need to crawl for me before you can taste my cum,” Isaac whispers darkly in my ear and I whimper as my body reacts to his words. “These things don’t change how special you are to me, how fucking smart you are, or what you mean to me.”

What I… “What?” I ask, confused.

Turning my body slowly, he grabs my ass, lifting me so my legs wrap around him. At some point, Isaac thought to close the shower curtain, but my mind is so focused on him that I wouldn’t care if he hadn’t.

“All of my thoughts revolve around you, Little Hacker, and you’re quickly driving Gray to distraction as well,” Isaac says. A small wrinkle of worry mars his perfect nose, and I rub it away.

His glasses are a water spattered mess, and I take them off, moving them to the shelf for safe keeping.

“Thank you,” he says, kissing my nose gently before nipping at it.

My eyes practically cross in desire, and I wonder how it’s possible to feel like this.

“Tell me… what did it feel like to suck Gray and I off?” he asks, kissing me.

Realizing that this is his way of checking in with me about what happened, I tell him. Never did I think that I would be hot and bothered from recounting an experience that should be traumatic.

“It was… different. I mean, you two even taste and feel different. When I was with you, you were forceful and abandoned yourself in pleasure. And I liked it,” I say firmly as he looks at me with uncertainty. “And then, Gray is more calculating. The way he robbed me of my breath kept me on the edge, so I couldn’t freak out about how big he is. He also helped me figure out what he liked, how to wrap my hand around the base of his cock because there’s no way I would be able to swallow him all down.”

“You looked so pretty with tears in your eyes as you gagged on his cock,” Isaac rumbles, causing my eyes to hood. “You’re already turned on again, aren’t you, Baby Girl? I’m going to change your view on the words that are dirty and depraved in the civilized world. I want you to see that when it’s you and me, there aren’t any rules except the ones that we make up. The ones where it’s okay for people to watch me fuck you if we agree to it first, like with Gray.”

“That was really hot,” I breathe, kissing up his neck.