The look of... something

You awaken slowly, and can immediately feel that something is... off. It takes a moment but you realize that you can’t remember the last time you woke up without lips around your dick. You’re not sure you like it. Ahhh. Wait... it was the night that Loki visited you. The only time you’ve woken up before your girls.

The warm weight of Melissa next to you is comforting. She’s still blissfully asleep. As carefully as you can you extricate yourself from the bed and make your way to the tiny bathroom. After relieving nature, you determine that a shower is in order, and start the water running. The Androy’s plumbing is ancient, and the shower/bath is minuscule even compared to the Goat Hill apartment, but the hot water is unlimited thanks to being heated by five giant boilers in the basement. You stand under the stream and close your eyes thinking about last night’s dream.

What strikes you most about it is the way Eris pushed you to dominate her, goading you into it. She got off on you using her like a twenty dollar Thai hooker. Breaking her. Is your relationship with her the reason the Multiplier is pushing you in this direction? Are you turning into a low rent Christian Grey because Eris craves submission? Who the fuck knows? Right now you’re not too inclined to care because it feels damn good. You got off on it just as much as she did. What’s more you’ve been getting off on taking responsibility for your girls. Is this the reason you’ve never felt the need for relationships? Why sex always left you cold? Have you always just needed a sub or five?

Your thoughts are interrupted by Melissa sliding into the shower behind you and slipping an arm around you. “Hey you.”

“Hey yourself. Sleep well?”

Her hand drops down and starts idly tugging at you. “Best I have in years. Thank you Markus, that was fun.”

You can feel yourself already stiffening at her ministrations. “Trying to get another round out of me there?”

She kisses your shoulder. “I’d be a fool not to. Who knows when we’ll have the chance again. I have to travel a lot for work.”

“So you want there to be an ‘again’, eh?”

“How about a ‘right now’ and we’ll make a promise about an again as soon as we can?”

“It’s a date.” You turn and take her in your arms.

It takes only a week for the renovations on the house to be completed. It’s amazing how fast things get done when you’re willing to pay completion bonuses. You’ve had your safehouse’s bathroom duplicated, but left the vast majority of the planning in Beth’s hands. She has a previously untapped Talent for interior decorating and a knack for knowing your tastes. The whole house is fully furnished by Thursday. All your possessions as well as the girls’ are moved in. You have a small surprise upon finding that Tammy has purchased you an entire new wardrobe after getting your measurements when you took her suit shopping.

Speaking of Tammy, she and Beth apparently colluded on at least one element of the decoration. In the master bedroom there is a very large dog bed at the foot of the massive Alaskan King. You’re only confused until she puts her own pillow and blanket on it, although she spends the first night in the new house with you and your sisters in a marathon fuckfest that sorely tests the strength of the bed frame.

Friday arrives and you’re sitting at the courthouse waiting to be called in. Your name should be next on the docket.