With feigned indignation.

In the five months that Kendall has been with Jackson, this is the closest thing they have had to a fight. It is also the angriest she has ever seen Jackson, who has met her every insecurity and frustration with grace and patience. Even in times of stress, when her trauma would take hold and find her wild and senseless, Jackson has met violent words and even actions with gentle selflessness and affection.

Looking at him now, staring into the dark eyes which used to so captivate her, Kendall feels mixed guilt and disinterest. Inside, she is roiling, a volcano of shame threatening to erupt and spill over in a confession meant to absolve and free her. The scent of James thick in her hair and on her torso, however, keeps her steady. Skin sticky with his remaining semen, Kendall and bite back her self-loathing in service to a greater cause. James has spoken and made it clear that her continued infidelity to Jackson was a part of the punishment that both must endure, and his decrees are law.

Knowing the situation to be hopeless, Kendall recalls her mother’s advice and throws herself into her role. Turning away from him, she starts the water and murmurs, “Sorry, cuck, but I really need a shower.”

Standing in the doorway, Jackson regards Kendall’s back with a deepening frown. Kendall turns, expecting him to be waiting but surprised by the tension in his body. If it were James, she would have been frightened. Jackson, however, almost gets a laugh out of her. The hurt in his eyes is all that prevents it.

“Kendall, we really need to talk about this.”

Kendall hangs her head and sighs. “Do we really?” She tries to sound angry and manages it by latching onto the hatred she has for herself. At this point, she doesn’t even blame James. He is more akin to a natural disaster than a person, and his relationship with her mother and brother have proven that to her. James is base, as simple as simple can be. He operates only on rage and arousal and, like a child, if given a new toy, he is going to use it until it breaks.

Thanks to his new dick, Kendall is his new toy, and based on her actions lately, he is well on his way to breaking her. That he had the patience to fuck his way through her mother, brother, and friend was actually more a miracle than anything else. It showed greater ambition and forethought than anything else James has ever done in his life. In two years, Kendall had never seen that sort of planning out of him.

Jackson is equally innocent. Guilty only of his everlasting kindness, Kendall does resent him, but only because he lacks the tools required to protect her. Though she knows it is impossible, a part of her desperately wishes that Jackson had been the one blessed with the dick, that he was the one to seduce her, to tame her, and to fuck her into submission. She knows deep down, however, that even with an all-powerful cock, he wouldn’t have the personality needed to properly use it. James, as awful as he was, was well-suited for a wrist-thick mammoth dick capable of reducing women (and Oliver) into willing slaves.

Hurt by his hurt and feeding on his anger, Kendall rolls her eyes. “Listen, I’m sorry if it hurts your precious feelings, but I’m not going to stop just because you’re sad.”

Frown evolving into a scowl, Jackson crosses his arms and stares at her from the doorway. It is the closest to anger she has seen from him, and for a moment she remembers the pain James had inflicted on her for two years and is afraid that Jackson will hurt her, too. What would excite her with James, however, repulses her here. There is nothing sexy, she thinks, about Jackson’s small, baby-soft hands punishing her.

“How can you say you’re sorry if you won’t stop,” he snaps back, and Kendall finally turns to glare at him. This pushback, she decides, is way to little and far too late. She regards him with her hands on her hips, standing tall in defiance of him and glaring back at him with increased vigor.

“Know what, CUCK? I don’t have to give you a fucking answer. You either trust me or you don’t, so it doesn’t matter what I say to you. Me calling you anything, especially as a joke, doesn’t make it true!” What makes it true, she thinks, is the sperm James left all over my body without you knowing. She almost smiles but she is too angry to allow it. All she really wants is for the fight to end, for her shower to begin, and for her to find her way into bed next to him so that she can pretend the rest of the night is normal. Her emotional batteries are on empty, and she needs time to recharge them before her daddy comes calling again.

She approached the door and grabs hold of it, stopping with her hips cocked to one side as she holds his gaze. Jackson is hurt, but she can also tell by his body language that he is relenting. She pushes again to end this. “Now, can I take a shower or not? Because, as you can tell, I made a real mess of myself with my dessert, and I need to clean up.”

Still in the doorway, Jackson draws a deep breath and lets his calm in. “Yeah,” he sighs. “I’m sorry, I guess. I had just thought…Well, I guess I wasn’t really thinking at all.” He shrugs, looking anywhere but at her. “I guess I worry about my masculinity sometimes.” He laughs bitterly to himself. “Ironic because I’m not being a very good man getting this aggressive with you, considering your past.” He manages to look at her and is almost smiling bashfully. “I’m sorry, Kendall, and I love you.”

Kendall’s expression softens. She meets his gaze and nearly breaks into tears. A sad smile fills her face as he wipes her eyes. On the few occasions that they do fight, Jackson always apologizes first. Kendall, not as ready with her words, would apologize with a hug or a kiss, but she can’t do that anymore. Her body isn’t his anymore. It’s not even hers to use as she pleases. Her body belongs entirely to James now.

“It’s okay,” she says. “I forgive you.” The words sound alien to her considering the conversation. Forgive him for what, she thinks, but aloud she says, “And I love you, too, cuck.” The word leaves her lips before she has time to reign it in. She smiles afterward to soften the blow, to make it into a joke. Jackson hesitates but smiles back. The hurt is there, though, and Kendall needs a break. She yawns. “Now, it’s getting late, and I want to grab a shower before I sneak in and say goodnight to the girls.”

Jackson nods quickly and turns partway. “Right, right,” he stops and looks over his shoulder, lingering in the hall of the bathroom as Kendall gives him a forlorn stare. “Um, hey, one question before I go.”

Kendall sighs, her affection for Jackson wilting the face of her growing impatience and frustration. “Yes,” she asks quietly. “What is it?”

“Your mom, when she wasn’t calling me a cuck,” says Jackson, “She was telling me that you met your new father today?”

Remembering James, Kendall nods and her nipples swell at the memory of him. “Yes,” she asked curtly. “As?”

Jackson shrugs and looks away, staring fixedly at the carpet on the floor. “I guess,” he says, kicking at the ground as a child might, “I just wanted to know where or what he is like.”

Kendal smiles to herself with her back turned. “He’s a big man,” she said, finishing with, “Strong.” She thinks of his big dick again and licks her lips, tasting the residual cum that had lingered and dried there before she spoke. She blinked her way out of her short-lived reverie,” Anyway.” She gave a smile which was short enough and precise enough that they did it to me without needing a kennel “I’ve really got to shower. See you in bed?”

Jackson, watching her from the hall, smiles and waves before closing the door after himself. Standing alone in the darkened hall, he stares at the bathroom door. Inside is Kendall, his fiancé, his true love, and he is oblivious to the real her that has taken root and is seeding its “See you in bed,” he whispers, and he turns to go to the bedroom.

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