Fuck it – let him go to the cops and explain what happened. Megan would be happy to lie for me, I’m sure. I grabbed a wooden BDSM paddle from the wall and went to town. After three full strength hits, sending plastic, metal and glass flying in all directions, the fat bastard went berserk and actually charged me. I heard him coming, and sidestepped so he crashed right into his precious machine, finishing the job and smashing the curved widescreen monitor as well.
We left him there, stunned and hunched over the wreck. I dropped the paddle and scooped up the weak and wounded Megan in my arms and carried her out of the house. I don’t know if anyone was still watching for her and I didn’t even look around when we got into the street. I went straight home, and brought her up to our bed.
“I’m sorry,” I said to her, a surprising moisture around my eyes, “I had no idea.”
Megan smiled at me weakly. There was a lot of love in her eyes, as she clearly liked me playing her knight in shining armor. Part of me felt like a fool, and part of me was still filled with righteous indignation.
“It’s ok,” she said, touching my face. I couldn’t believe she was the one trying to comfort me, “I’d do anything for you. Even that. I told you so. And I knew you’d protect me.”
“I just… I can’t believe that guy.”
She grinned a little wider, “It’s alright. It wasn’t actually that bad.”
I looked at her in shock.
“What?” she said, groaning slightly as she sat up to kiss me, “You brought this out of me, remember? I mean, he was a total freak and disgusting to boot, but he actually cared more about making me cum than Stan ever did. He didn’t hurt me until he saw I kinda like pain when I’m turned on… he actually asked permission for everything. I told him I’d do whatever he wanted, and he could hurt me too, because that’s what you wanted me to do, right?”
I was dumbfounded and my whole body went numb. She did that willingly, or at least because I told her to? She… liked it? Or at least tolerated it? Did she have any limits?
I didn’t know what to feel. Her devotion to me was breathtaking, and her masochism both aroused and disgusted me. I couldn’t understand it, her feelings or mine. Not knowing what to do, I just curled up next to her.
I actually cried, the first time since just after I found out she’d cheated. This time I was not long, but crying into her tender breasts. I cried it out for a long time, never really sure why, until we both fell asleep, her still in the ridiculous sailor outfit. We didn’t wake until after midnight.
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