Fuck Baseball, Part Two
“I want to hear what you like,” Craftsmate said after he had finished listing off what he wanted to do. I was aroused, I could feel myself blushing and I was having trouble thinking totally straight. Not to mention I find having to name the things I’m into totally humiliating.
“Why don’t you just read my tumblr?” I whined, “it’s all right there.”
He laughed and reached up, looping his fingers through my hair. “Because I want to hear it from you.” I attempted to turn my head away and he twisted his hand, pulling me back and forcing me to look up at him. “I want to hear it from you and I want you to look at me while you say it.”
I tried to turn my head once more, but he pulled it back roughly by the hair. Squeezing my eyes shut, I managed to stammer out, “I…ah…I like getting tied up and used.”
“Open your eyes and say it again.”
I huffed and shook my head. “I can’t.” He pulled my head back and I gasped, opening my eyes. “I like to be tied up and used.”
He grinned, “used how?”
“Roughly,” I choked out, thoroughly humiliated but glad the ordeal was over.
“Good,” he smirked and patted my head. “Now, what else?”