Helping Hand

Asheron doesn’t answer, but he takes off my pants and his before getting on top of me. I allow it because, why not? But having a man on top of me in my childhood bedroom is kind of bizarre. Young Me would be absolutely terrified and confused, he would be asking where the hell is Georgie.

Thankfully, I like bizarre now. And Georgie is not here because she’s mad, but we’ll get her back. Soon.

I hope… or I’ll be camping in her palace as protest.

“Look up, Cain. Focus,” Asheron barks at me, just because I drifted off for one second, “I’ll do all the work.”

“As if you ever let me do anything,” I mumble under my breath, but he shuts me up before I can say anything else.

He kisses me, hard and authoritative, as always. At this point, I think I’m used to him kissing me. I’m used to the way he tries to show me he’s in control in every way.

Lucky for both of us, I don’t have the need to fight him for control. I’m okay with this, basically being served to.

Asheron spits on his hand, then h