I'm not sure what time it is, I left my watch in the bathroom. But it feels around two, three am. I woke up with her beside me, breathing warm and soft. Her breath was slow and deep, so she was asleep. I'd wondered whether or not she would. Apparently her body overode her mind. I think of how she screamed, and smile, adding Again.

I scoot up a little in the bed, propping myself with my pillow, so I can see her. She looks younger asleep. Her face is smooth, peaceful. I want to see this expression when she's awake. Maybe some day.

For a while I just watch her, and wonder. I feel like I know her well, but I don't know anything really about her former life, not that it matters. That's over now. All I know is that she has a mother, and a neice, and she didn't have a man.

That surprises me, a lot. I know she doesn't think she's attractive, and I know that she's heavier than what's popular these days. I'll never understand this national obsession with bony women, truly I won't. But the thing is, I know there are other men out there that like big women, and I can't understand how they could pass her up. I'm glad they did, though.

This has been really special. It's so hot, showing her all the possibilities, knowing that she's never done any of it before, knowing that I'm the only man who's ever touched her this way, and there's still so much more.

I stroke her hair lightly. I love the way it curls around my fingers, like it's alive. I could just play with it for a long time, but I have other plans right now.

I kiss her cheek softly, then her neck. She shivers in her sleep and hunches her shoulder, as if trying to shrug me off. I don't give up that easily, though.

I kiss her neck again, sucking a small patch of skin. She already has a dark purple love bite on the other side. I nip her softly, just a graze, and whisper, "Scribe, honey, wake up."

She moans and stretches. I smile as I hear sinews creak. She's going to be a little stiff when she gets up. I blow in her ear. "Wake up, baby."

Her voice is clogged with sleep. "Wha? 's mornin'?"

"No, sun's not up yet. It's the wee small hours." She rubs her eyes, blinking slowly awake. I can see when the realization of where she is and what has happened hits her. The peace flees. Someday it will stay.

"What do you want?" Her voice is wary.

I smile at her. She knows, of course, but she has to act like she doesn't. "You, silly."

"Jerry, please. I'm sore, it would hurt too much. You said you didn't want to hurt me."

I nod. "I'm not going to take you like that again tonight, darlin'. But there are so many other things we can do."

I sit up a little more. "You do know, Scribe, that a woman has three cherries. I've only picked one tonight."

Understanding dawns in her expression, followed by dismay. She's already shaking her head, but I continue speaking. "You might as well settle your mind about that. There isn't a part of you that isn't mine, and that I don't want. But I thought this time I'd give you a choice."

She's trying to curl up into a ball. I take her arms and pull her up to face me, not letting her hide. "You show your back to me like that, I'm just goin' to assume that's what you want, you know. But I'd rather have you tell me."

I hold her in my arms and kiss her, pushing her lips open with my tongue for a nice, long taste. "Okay, precious," I breathe. "Tell me what it's gonna be. Do I get your sweet mouth, or your juicy ass?"

A long shiver runs through her, and she stares at me. I know what she's thinking. She wants to say no to either. She wants to berate me for putting the responsibility on her, making her choose what she sees as her next violation. She's right, in a way. I could just push ahead and take whatever I want, but I want this to be a two way relationship. She has to tell me what she wants, even if it's only to the extent of picking what she sees as the lesser of two evils.

At last she says, "Couldn't... couldn't I just use my hands?"

"Not just that, not tonight. I'm lookin' forward to havin' you play with me, but I been waitin' a long time, and I need more now."

I decide to explain her choices to her. She ought to make an informed decision. Besides, like I've said, I like to talk about it. It makes me hot.

"I know either one is gonna be kinda hard for you to accept. If you decide on the sodomy, I can help you out some. I'll just tie you up to the bedstead, and you won't have to bother your mind about whether or not you should be lettin' it happen. And I gotta warn you, it'll be uncomfortable. I mean, I'll be real gentle when I do it. I'll make sure you're lubricated real good, and I'll stretch you out gradually. I won't just slam it in. But it might be better to wait sometime till you're a little drunk. Then you'll be more relaxed."

She's ducking her head, muttering, "I don't want to hear this."

I take hold of her chin and make her look at me. "Too bad, darlin', 'cause you need to hear it. This is important. Now, I'd love to have you suck me off. You gotta know how nice that can feel after what I did for you. But if you decide on that, you've got to understand that you'll have to be in control of yourself."

I give her head a little shake. "That means no biting, Scribe. I know you wanted to bite me on the plane, don't think you fooled me. You made the right decision not to, but I swear I know you came close."

"I can't have that. A little roughness--yeah, that's great. I like it when you play rough. But that would be too much. Any more than a nice little graze, or nibble, and I'll have to punish you. Can you understand that?"

She nods. "But do you know what I'd do?"

She whispers, "Kill me?"

I pet her hair. "No, darlin'. I'm not gonna kill you over somethin' like that. But I will hurt you. I'll tie you like I promised, then I'll fuck your ass with no lube, as hard as I can. I'll leave you tied for a few days, except to go to the toilet, and I'll rape you again, every time I have the strength. You only think I've raped you so far. Baby, I've made love to you. You don't want me havin' sex with you when I'm pissed, really you don't." I don't really mean it. Well, not much. But I have to convince her, so I don't have to do it.

She's trembling when I finish speaking, but she had to be warned. Now she knows what the rules are, and what to expect. "Which is it gonna be this time, lover? I'm horny, and I can't wait much longer."

I hold her and wait for her answer with happy anticipation. Whichever it is, it's going to be good.