[this is so wrong, jeff used to say when he was inside her, when he was already close, no condom, no finesse, no time before he came teen-boy-triggerhappy and left her wet and dripping, squeezing her thighs together as they rode home in dead silence, as she slammed the passenger door without looking back. shauna never let him, never let the dirty, filthy aspect of what they were doing be a kink, a fantasy. tell me you love me was easier to demand, and jeff always complied, because he was addicted to her, never doing more than a token protest whenever she crawled into his lap.

but when saber says it – says it with his hand gripping her face, stripping her while he’s still fully clothed, leaving her bare and vulnerable and shivery on the bed, says it with his thumb pressed into her mouth in a way that makes shauna moan and suck hard, lave her tongue against the salty pad and swallow the taste of him – it’s fine, it’s good, it’s hot, it sees every wretched horror between shauna here and shauna in jeff’s car and names it for what it is.

the slap is even better, sends sparks up and down shauna’s spine, her thighs shuddering, her cunt pulsing against the press of saber’s fingers, because the pain gets her wetter, the hurt makes her hotter, and he slaps her again and she almost comes from that alone. teeth bared into his mouth, she bites at his lips, misses, teeth coming down at a jarring angle that makes her taste blood, and she doesn’t swallow, lets it smear messy and pink over her cheek as he consumes her, devours her.]

F-Fine. [gulped, hands clutching tighter at the blankets, knees bent, legs spread, lifting up onto her elbows to watch him settle between her legs, to where she’s dripping like an obscenity into the cup of his hand.] Then – d-don’t be surprised when you wake up and I’m riding your dick later. [saber pulses his fingers into her and shauna gulps, pants blood down her chin.] You can’t stay awake all the time.