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It’s a challenge and a half to focus and hold this important conversation when he’s touching that spot inside of me, the trunk of his shaft rubbing my swollen, sensitive clit over and over and over. But he was so brave coming here, leaving his rig after five long years. So I struggle through the lust bank and find the words that will reassure him. “If you want to live in the light, I’ll help you fight off the demons,” I whisper, meaning it with my whole heart. “We won’t just keep them in the dark, we’ll slay them together.”
Relief has him falling into me, his hips humping eagerly. “Together. Yes. We are together, Cindy.” His kiss is wild, consuming, and it turns me inside out. Makes my blood race and my chest knit tight. “We are together forever now. Say it.”
“Together forever.”
He thrusts into me crudely, his hand coming up to grasp my throat. “Mine.”
“All yours.” My heart accepts those words, rejoicing. “All yours.”
Butch is making rough, animalistic love to me in public in broad daylight and we are not being quiet about it. Our moans and whispered pleas echo off the inside of the alcove, skin smacking off skin wetly. He’s here. He came for me. And I never have to let him go. That realization makes me so emotional that I cling to him all the harder, coaxing his mouth down for long, hungry kisses.
“Come inside me hard, Daddy,” I whine, licking the seam of his lips. “Breed me again. Just to be sure.”
One ragged groan and a deep thrust later and Butch stills, then begins to shake, his liquid heat entering me in great waves, his lower body lurching with each one, our hearts slamming together. “I love you,” he pants, pumping upward one final time with enough force to make me cry out. “I love you, Cindy. My Cindy.”
Drowsily, I kiss his sweaty chin and his arms tighten around me, a physical vow to never let me go. “I love you, Butch. My Butch.”
Epilogue
Butch
Five Years Later
I sit on the couch in the office of my therapist, Tobias, an arm draped over the back of the couch. A clock ticks steadily on his desk. Our session is almost over and today I’m particularly anxious to get home. Cindy’s mother is coming to babysit for the night and I’m bringing my wife out on a date night. Between our booming landscaping business and our two children, Ali and Jack, my wife has been working very hard lately and I’m anxious to reward her. I’ve booked a table in the private room of her favorite restaurant and I plan on sitting her on my knee and feeding her every single bite, so she doesn’t have to lift a finger.
“Have there been nightmares lately?” asks Tobias.
“Not recently,” I respond, shifting on the couch. “She keeps them at bay.”
As I say this, I can feel her in my arms. The steadiness of her breath against my throat as she sleeps. Her delicate, naked body pressed to mine, her pussy wet with my seed, flushed from being ridden. She trusts me so thoroughly, even after the violent dreams. Even after I’ve woken up on top of her hundreds of times, shouting, believing we’re in a desert across the ocean, she still tucks herself into me every single night, her trust in me absolute. No fears, no doubts.
That is why the dreams have stopped. Not only do I have a fantasy life now. Incredible children, a home, a job where I work with my hands and get to spend time with my wife. But I have her confidence. The dreams, the memories and the pain…they never stood a chance against what we have. Love has healed me.
“Ah yes, Cindy,” Tobias chuckles, scratching at his gray eyebrow. “Sometimes I think most of our sessions are spent talking about her.”
“She is my world.”
“So you’ve mentioned.” He smiles, goes back to consulting his notebook. “Are you still having the…compulsions?”
A jagged object rises in my throat, my fingers flexing where they hang off the back of the couch. “Yes.”
Tobias steeples his fingers in front of his mouth. “Talk about that.”
Suddenly, I can feel every pulse point on my body. “Yes. It has gotten more serious. I am growing more and more…obsessed with my wife. I can’t seem to stop. She is twenty-four now and…the way she has matured. It haunts me. Her body and spirit. Every single thing about her gets better, better with each passing year. I don’t like letting her out of my sight. I don’t like her going shopping or to the park alone because men stare at her. They stare at my wife. She’s the fortune men search for their entire lives and they want her. They want what’s mine.”
“So you follow her. You…deter these men. And she has no idea.”
