"Why are your nipples hard, Beth?"
It was a rotten question. But Calvin was a rotten person. That's why I couldn't stay away from him.
"You know why." It would have been foolish to deny it. I knew he could see them poking out against my blouse. Even if I'd had a bra on it wouldn't have helped much.
And I didn't.
Calvin's orders.
"You tell me," Calvin said.
Of course. I closed my eyes. "Because I--"
"No, no," Calvin interrupted. "Don't close your eyes, Bethy. Look at Calvin. That's it. Now."
I swallowed. "Because I want you."
"Do you now?"
"You know I do."
"Bullshit, Bethy."
"What?"
"You don't want me," Calvin said. "You want what I can give you. What I can do to you. Right, Bethy?"
My throat was tight.
Calvin's voice was soft. "Isn't that right, Bethy?"
"Yes," I said chokingly.
"Tell me."
I was shaking. "Oh, please," I got out. "I--Calvin, please--"
"Beg for it," Calvin said.
"Oh..."
"On your knees," Calvin said.
I went to my knees. I knelt in front of him. Panting.
"Beg," Calvin said.
"Please..." I gasped. "I beg you."
I didn't know what to say.
I would say anything.
I didn't care.
I had to have it.
"Go on," Calvin said.
"Please do it," I moaned. "Do it to me. I want it, god, I want it now, please..."
"Whore," Calvin said.
"Yes," I said. I was throbbing all over.
"Get the whip," Calvin said.
"Yes!" I started to get up.
"Crawl," Calvin said.
I crawled.
Read it. The author is very, very good.
The story is well written, and easy to adapt.
So I want to adapt it.
As soon as I get the money for the rights.
