Page 94 of Smut Lovers

Epilogue

Raine

I ’m the biological material stew in the endless pool. I’m the bullion.

The Owl doesn’t leave me immediately after depositing me in the pool.

I guess it could be because he’s worried I’ll pass out and drown.

Honestly, there are a few minutes where it is a concern.

But he stays past that point, treating the pool like an actual bathtub to the point of using a small towel to clean my face and chest.

He’s silent. The lights are dim. I’m still floating. I drape myself against the side of the pool and let him do whatever he wants with me, but he’s not doing anything except wiping me off.

He gets a cup from somewhere, dunks it into the water, and pours the water over my head.

I giggle.

He does it again, and I giggle again.

He scrubs at some of the mess in my hair, and I can’t stop laughing, even though it hurts.

My entire body is aching already and the pool water is doing the Lord’s work keeping me floating like this, but laughing chafes at my diaphragm.

I didn’t even get deepthroated, and still it’s hard for me to say, “I’m going to be in so much pain tomorrow. ”

The Owl frowns. He floats in front of me and tilts my head so he can kiss my lips lightly, but the mask gets in the way.

It’s meaningless, I know.

I know.

It’s meaningless.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

It’s meaningless, but that’s so sincere.

“It’s what I agreed to,” I tell him, but I don’t like how that settles in my head. I don’t like how he backs away, either.

I don’t want to speak the truth, not when it’s hard to reconcile the owning of my sexuality with the way I gave it away, no matter how well I know that is a legitimate way of owning my sexuality.

I don’t like lying though, and I don’t like when my lies hurt others, whether they deserve it or not.

I blame the soreness on how weakly I say, “I liked it.”

He kisses me again, more aggressively this time. More forcefully. More…passionately? The mask scratches my face, and he apologizes again, but I laugh that off, too.

His cock rises between us, and I think no, I can’t possibly do this again. But then I figure I probably won’t even feel it anyway, so it’s fine.

He shifts in the pool as though to keep away from me, like he’s trying not to force himself on me anymore, so I wrap my legs around his waist.

I do feel him inside me.

He eventually carries me out of the pool, dries me off, and escorts me to my room. We both drift to sleep with his cock notched inside me. Twice I wake up to him fucking me, seemingly unbothered by how loose I am, and falling asleep inside me yet again.

It’s already growing light outside when he kisses my cheek, whispers, “Goodbye, Raine. Take good care of what I’ve left inside you,” and leaves.

I know I’ll never see him again.