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asked me to take off my shirt and unclasped my bra. It had
been going in that direction, hadn't it? He had an erection, so I
know he was thinking about sex at some point.
    Despite
my exhaustion and pain, there was a small part of me that was a bit
sad he hadn't hit on me more. Micah was sexy and dominant and sweet.
Dominant. No,
Talia. No more guys like him. They're just bad news. No more being a
submissive.

CHAPTER FOUR

    Another deposit for
my spank bank. Soft tan skin, oh so kissable. I licked my lips as I
drove home from Talia's apartment, feeling proud of myself for being
so restrained. The whole time I had been kneeling there giving her
aftercare, impurities were raging through my mind. I wanted to hold
her and tell her that everything would be alright, woo her into
sleeping with me. It probably would have worked, but I wasn't enough
of a dick to fuck her when she was obviously in pain. That wouldn't
have felt good for her, and she deserved to feel good, especially
after what that asshole had put her through.
    There was a sense of
relief in knowing they had split up, though it was probably
unmerited. She was a sweet girl, but I doubted she'd learned her
lesson. They never did. Give it a few days, and she'd be back with
Chet. I just hoped I wouldn't have to see it.
    One thing was clear
to me, he had poisoned the area lifestyle completely. There was
nowhere I could go that he wouldn't be. That was enough to keep me
out of it permanently. All I would have to think about next time I
got the itch to dip my toe back into the BDSM world would be his ugly
face waiting for me. We'd likely attack each other on sight from now
on, like rabid dogs driven by pure mad instinct. Just thinking about
the guy pissed me off. That was done and over with though. If I could
avoid the lifestyle, then I could avoid him. It should be that easy.
    I went home and took
a shower, washing away the stench of sweat and blood. When I felt
sufficiently clean, I lathered up my cock and went to work draining
out the rest of the night's tension. It was hard to focus when my
mind kept drifting back to the bruises on Talia's back. Even while I
kissed her skin, it changed colors. She'd be lucky if she could walk
the next day. A few ice bags weren't going to do the trick, but
hopefully they would help some. I just wished I could have done more
for her. If she was mine, I would have stayed there and tended to her
every need. If she was mine, she never would have had those bruises
to begin with.
    After the shower, I
stood in front of the mirror to examine my own injuries. There was a
cut inside my mouth where my cheek had made contact with my teeth
when Chet punched me, and I had a dark contusion forming on my
shoulder blade, though it was minor in comparison to the ones that he
had put on Talia. Just thinking about it made me angry, but I had
done my part to save her. It was up to her to save herself now.

    ***

    A new week began,
and I felt fairly content with myself. The draw to the lifestyle had
decreased tremendously now that I knew the drama awaiting me.
Besides, I really didn't think I could stand to see Chet and Talia
together. Even the thought of it sent anger rushing through me that I
knew I didn't want to see amplified. They were out of sight and out
of mind, and my life was better for it.
    Though I had decided
to stay away from the lifestyle, I didn't really feel like going back
to my old ways either. Picking up random ass had lost its appeal.
Maybe I just needed a little while to get over everything. Taking a
break wouldn't kill me.
    I spent my
afternoons watching movies, playing video games, and visiting my
parents. The incident with Chet inspired an intensified hatred for my
father. Every time I went to visit with my mother, I found myself
watching him like a hawk and checking her for bruises and cuts.
Apparently, since she had been diagnosed with cancer, he had turned a
new leaf, realizing that he was about to lose the woman whom had put
up with