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His fingers running through my hair. Over my bite mark. My bare arms. Gentle. Kind. Soft. Him, standing firm in place and just letting me have him.

He isn’t demanding that I lick and clean him up again. That part I’m definitely not imagining.

Strange. Impossible too.

He can’t be doing something sweet for me.

I’ll worry about it tomorrow. Tonight, I let the weight of his cock on my tongue lull me to sleep.

Right before I doze off, he pulls out. I hear his zipper, his footsteps, and then he’s back with a warm washcloth. Everett wipes my thighs and pussy. Feelssonice.

The pressure of the butt plug is no more.

Now I’m sure I’m dreaming this, this momentary truce.

I’m taking it, anyway.

I’ll take a dream. A lie. Anything over this life.

Over my unwanted existence and the monsters roaming around me.

Sleep. I want that.

Blissful. Unconscious. Painless.

Sleep.

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EVERETT

Ilock my fingers around her arm, squeezing the soft flesh.

This is how I wake Aurora on her first morning as my wife. Standing at her bedside, being harsh, cold, cruel.

As I should be. As I should’ve been last night.

We’re both better off this way.

This is how neither of us forgets our place, the roles we play in this game.

I’m her tormentor. She’s here to take her punishment for simply existing.

That’s all there is to this marriage.

Our wedding night was a mistake. A glitch. For a short while after I came inside her, I wasn’t myself.

Couldn’t be.

Aurora’s last tears spoke to a part of me I’d considered dead long ago. My heart gave the strangest squeeze.

Then I comforted her by letting her fall asleep with my cock in her mouth.

It wasn’t a conscious thought, I just assumed that her full might steady her, might anchor her long enough for the panic to drain away.

Eventually, it worked. Her eyes drifted shut. Her crying simmered into shallow breaths.

Without my permission, my fingers stroked through her soft locks.