Chapter 4

Mel can’t help but wonder about the implications of last night. By a wide margin, it was some of the best sex she’s had in some time. Her legs still feel a little wobbly from how hard she orgasmed against Toby’s face. Her knees hurt a little from rubbing against the wood of the bar. Sex injuries are a fun reminder for her. They spark sensations in her brain when she feels them, microcosms of the fantastic fuck she had last night.

Now, Toby’s odd behavior - while at least half erect - makes her concerned about his sex injuries. His body is in far better shape than hers, but what about the injury to his ego? Perhaps she broke his mind by putting him on his knees. She doesn’t feel bad; he consented, and he’s not exactly the type to give into pressure, especially from a woman. But she wonders what impact it might have on his caveman brain. If she did force him to confront something inside himself, that would only be a good thing, anyway. It’ll be on him to face it in a mentally healthy way, though, which she isn’t convinced he will. Mostly, she hopes she can keep having him like that, though now, she’s not certain.

She pushes the door of their room open, planning to shower, change, and ideally avoid Toby if he’s being an idiot. She finds him pacing back and forth in the suite on his phone, carelessly navigating between all the kinky furniture. She doesn’t engage as she walks towards the bathroom.