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don't really know.”
    “Have
you ever hurt yourself before?”
    She
shook her head. “It's just when we're–” she motioned toward the counter.
    He
felt momentarily gutted. Their first time. Their very first time, he'd
hurt her and she'd cried. But she had been perfectly fine the next day, if you
didn't count her food anxiety.
    She
knew what he was thinking. She wouldn't have him thinking that this was his
fault. She believed they would've figured it out sooner or later. “I didn't
like it when you hurt my fingers, but I liked being held down. I like it. I like it when you squeeze my wrists. When your teeth brush against me. And
earlier, when you had me in the kitchen. In broad daylight.”
    He
breathed out. And pressed one of the nicks. She hissed and he smiled. “No?”
    “No,
Jared.”
    He
laughed. “You go sit on the stool, and I'll finish this.”
    “I
can–”
    “I
know, Shula. But I like to cook for you.”
    Shula
sat on a stool, still topless. “Well, you did ruin a perfectly functioning
brassiere.”
    He
laughed. “I finished the fence.”
    “So,
that's why you were in here early.” It was an odd change of subject– “Oh!”
    “Yes,
oh,” he said pleasantly. “We can pick you up some more underthings, and maybe
some pants when we go to the city next weekend. I've booked an inn, in the
heart of downtown San Antonio.” He'd never been to San Antonio, only Austin,
and he wanted to experience something new with her. They could do Austin
another time.
    He
liked making her happy.
     
    Jared
couldn't stop thinking of the marks on her back. It was after dinner, and she'd
had her shower and was in her nightdress. She wouldn't be for long. He was
feeling increased bravery by the second.
    He'd
taken her from behind quite a few times since they'd been married. It was the
sleepy intimate sort.
    This
time, he wanted the lamp.
    He
pulled her nightdress off before he'd even kissed her. He wanted to keep her
surprised. He spun her around and kissed her neck, slowly at first, then a nip
of teeth. He moved his hand into her pretty white panties and she was already
slick, and his fingers slid against her clitoris for a few long seconds before
pushing her panties down.
    “Crawl
on to the bed, Beautiful,” he whispered to her. She hesitated only a second,
and he was inside her as soon as her ass was in the air.
    It
felt so fucking good that he forgot why he wanted her that way in the first
place, but when he looked down, he remembered.
    He
fucked her earnestly, trying not to come, and he placed both palms on her back,
covering all the nicks, and causing her to hiss.
    He
removed his hands and leaned forward and kissed every mark. Once he was done,
he licked them.
    And
once she grew complacent with his tongue, he sucked them until they were bloody
again.
     
    The
sheets were a mess the next morning.
    XI
     
     
    Shula needed Jared
home immediately. He hadn't been gone long and it was the first time she'd been
left alone on their property.
    She
had insisted that she wasn't afraid and that she would be fine.
    Until
James Agnesson knocked on the door.
    She
should have locked the door. Jared wouldn't have been angry, but she panicked.
She remembered how fearful Jared had been their first night together and she
knew better than to dismiss it.
    It
was late, so she was in her pajamas, and she hated how vulnerable it made her
feel.
    She
let him in and took his coat. She offered him a drink. “Your husband lets you
run around looking like you've got something to sell?”
    She
froze at the question. She was frightened, but knew that was silly. She'd
behaved worse in his presence. And this was her home. Fuck him. “He commands
it. Would you like something to drink? Tea, water...strychnine?”
    “Oh,
I bet he has a time with you. I'm perfectly fine, thank you.” He sat on the
sofa and looked around.
    She
stayed in the kitchen. She busied herself with invisible crumbs. “You'd have to
ask him.”
    “Well,
I'm certain you