Business or Pleasure... (18+) WLW

Willows Domination pt 2🔥🔥🔥

Mirabelle POV

panting like a dog on the cold floor, quin walks over to me. She crouches just in my line of sight and combs my hair. Something about her touch sets me at ease.

"that was the hardest you've ever cum wasn't it"

her tone has an underlying hint of amuse to it.

I nod my head and she scoffs

"fucked so stupid our good girl can't even form words. Isn't that right slut"

i wince at her words. Something about being  called degrading names hurts me. It was hot at first but after repetitively being called a whore, slut, bitch etc i feel like shit.

Her tone goes from playful to serious in a split second

"mirabelle what's wrong?"

looking up to her with heavy eyes, a single tear drops before i explain.

"i can't do it. I don't think i like degrading names. It hurts too much. I don't want to be a slut or a whore."

i curl into myself and squeeze my eyes feeling water trail out of the corners.

"hey shh shh shh it's okay kitten"

quin kneels down beside me looking down at me with worried eyes.

"kitten look at me"

her tone is laced with concern and i crack my teary eyes open enough to see her furrowed brows and round doe eyes.

"cmere"

she lifts under my knees and supports my back. Quin grunts as she stands up carrying me and effortlessly walks over to the chair where i was riding alex.

"Move."

her tone changes momentarily to regular quin and alex gets out of the chair. She sits down, supporting me so i'm curled on her lap against her chest.

i glance over at willow and catia is taking care of her with a damp towel, and allowing her some water while she rests on the bed.

"mirabelle, darling. What's going on?"

i sniffle and curl even further into her.

"dunno... i just- when you call me those names it reminds me of my dad and how he would hurt me. He used to call me those things. I thought i was okay with it but every time you call me that it breaks a small part of me. I'm sorry"

"no don't you apologize mirabelle"

she kisses the top of my head and i feel myself melt

"don't ever apologize for advocating for what you need. I'm so sorry my sweetheart. If i had any idea that it truly hurt you i never would have called you those names."

"i know you wouldn't have. I just wasn't sure how to tell you because i hadn't even admitted it to myself."

She rubs warm circles across my back and presses her lips against the top of my head.

"kitten i am so sorry. What do you need from me to make this better"

"only praise. Please"

it comes out desperate but it's truly how i feel

"of course. but degrading doesn't need to have name calling"

"really?"

"mhm. You're just so needy for us aren't you baby? Desperate for your holes to be filled. What if i told you i wouldn't touch you til you begged for it?"