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metaphorically. You heard me talk about kids, Tara." He looked pained now. "You knew what I wanted."
    She looked at me and giggled then presented her wrist to the man. "So, you found out I couldn't have babies and left a poor girl standing like a goddamn idiot at the altar.
    Oh. Holy. Fuck. I glared at him, ready to tackle him.
    He stared down at the floor and said nothing.
    Tara sighed. "You know what? It's okay. Because like I said, I forgive you. That's why I'm here, in fact. To release you of the guilt you…apparently don't have. There." She looked at me and Steve then put her wrist to her mouth. "I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you. This. Is. Dominated." She held her wrist out to toward him. "I. Forgive. You. All better. You have a good life."
    She walked toward the door and suddenly paused without turning. "And Rita? You have a good life too. I hope the two of you have a farm of kids."
    Steve and I followed in her ominous wake. My gut tied itself into a million knots. I needed to stop her, hold her. Comfort her. But there was no way I was getting close to her now. I wasn't a religious man, but I was pretty sure the energy trailing behind her was not angelic.

Chapter Five

    I sat on the hotel bed, wondering how long Tara would shower. God, please don 't let them make me do anything sexual with her. Or physical.
    Left at the alt ar. God. How fucking horrific. And betrayed by a friend? Jesus. Left by her parents. Left by her first husband before she could say I do. I suddenly got an image of her in a wedding dress. The groom late and her smiling that smile. My heart fucking hurt in my chest. Seeing her there, so beautiful, vulnerable, and about to have her life shattered.
    My phone chirped and I closed my eyes with dread. Well, that was quick. My mom would say, you get as much as you give with God. Guess that put me in serious debt.
    I opened my phone and looked at it.
    Lucian performs aftercare on Tara.
    My body sagged in fucking relief. Aftercare. Yes. The demon domination should require it. Even if she did miserably.
    I let out a shaky breath and paced. I definitely owed one to the man upstairs. Aftercare. Soothe her. I knew how to do that. I froze in my tracks when the shower finally shut off. I hurried back to the bed, feeling like I needed to put her fears at ease. She probably bathed so long because she didn't want to face me. Had to be embarrassing. The entire ride back from that place, she'd resumed her across the world distance from me, and gone straight into the hotel room then into the shower.
    Maybe she was worried she 'd have to do something physical.
    While she took another forever to get dressed, I stormed through aftercare ideas like a freak tornado. All the usual ones didn 't seem right. No, they didn't seem good enough for her. Nothing was.
    All I knew was that I needed to make her feel good. Maybe worse than she needed to feel it. I gathered my courage and mentally braced for being the strong one, the sure one, the irrefutable one.
    Tara finally rounded the corner. Oh fuck. Naked. Shaven. Nipples hard.
    L ike a magic trick, my hastily planned care package went poof.
    I finally managed to move my gaze to her face and found the surprise of the century written there. I need you to fuck my brains out really bad.
    This extreme unanticipated turn of events dropped my jaw and train wrecked all the logic out of my brain. She bit her lower lip and looked down, semi hugging her waist. I suddenly saw her, standing at the altar in her wedding gown, waiting.
    It reminded me of who I was. What I was. Why I was. "Go to the bed."
    Her immediate obedience jerked my heart and got me so fucking hard. If this was what she needed, then that qualified as aftercare. I wasn't sure why exactly she needed it, but I did know I was thrilled that she did.
    I went to the closet where "toys" had been planted by the company and found silk ties. I selected five.
    When I returned, I found her ready. Legs open, arms stretched