Cory's mouth went dry. No one had ever asked him to be that precise. No one had ever expected him to know.
Cory did. Every ugly detail. How he'd felt the itch. How he'd scratched it. How he'd said the safewords and Derrick hadn't stopped. love junkie sub
Marcus nodded slowly. "I know. And we're going to talk about that. But first—" He set down his tea and took Cory's hands. "First, I need to know if you're safe. Not physically. Inside." Cory's mouth went dry
He texted Marcus: I messed up. Marcus came home the next afternoon. He didn't yell. He didn't even look disappointed. He just sat Cory down in the living room, put a cup of tea in his hands, and said, "Tell me everything." Cory did
"That wasn't a relapse," Marcus said. "That was an assault. You used a safeword. He ignored it. That's not on you."