A cocksleeve's comfort isn't your concern

It's two hours after she passed out that you cross out "SLEEPING SOUNDLY" from Maria's chest, and wake her up.

She looks around groggily, at first, then into your eyes. She blushes.

"How are you feeling?" you say.

"A-amazing... Kind of scared too. I don't know what happened, did I pass out?"

"Yes, you did for a little while. We made sure you were safe."

"I remember... your cock **** me. You took control you wouldn't let me stop and breathe. But it felt so good. It felt like I might die but it felt so sexy too," she says Then she shakes head, as if trying to rid herself of the image. She stands unsteadily.

"Where is that girl? Stacey?" She says

She doesn't need to know what had happened with Stacey while she was asleep. Frankly, you didn't want to think about it now either. Dwelling on it twists your gut in knots. The thought of using your marker to put yourself at ease flits through your mind, but you reject it. Not because it's too far - you have the right to go as far as you want - but because it risks your control.

"She's away right now. Don't worry about her for now," you say.

The question is enough, though, to start a fire smoldering in your gut. You put a hand on Maria's shoulder. You hand her the phone you'd fished out of her pocket.

"Right now, Maria, it's time for you to call up your boyfriend and break up with him. You can tell him you went to a stranger's house to chock on his cock, or you can leave that part out and come up with any excuse you like. But I won't have your attention divided, Maria," you say.

She looks at you, eyes bulging. She starts to sputter, then stops, unable to get the words out. A minute of looking between you and her phone and she's on the brink of tears.

"It was just - just a BJ," she says, voice breaking. But the pitifulness of her words is evident to both of you. It wasn't just a BJ - it was a savage, intimate, violent act that went far beyond a bit of slutty fun. She'd seen and felt you do things that she still didn't understand, and your inhuman endurance in covering Stacey in cum was in important ways the least of it.

"Call him," you command.

She looks at the phone, and the gravity of the moment is clear - if she makes this call it's a new chapter to her life; one she can't predict except for its certain sexual intensity.