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It takes less than a minute for the interrupted climax to restart, mount quickly, then release in hot shudders of pleasure.

It feels even better this time. So good that I fold one arm over my head so I can hide my face against my inner elbow as I gasp and moan.

I’m fully relaxed again when the spasms work their way through me at last. He gives me a few soothing strokes with his hand before he pulls it away.

“Thank you,” I tell him. “I really liked that.” I blush as I say the words, somehow more embarrassed by the thanks than by the climax.

“You’re welcome. Thankyou.” He rolls over onto his back. “I think we did okay for the first time.”

“Yeah, we did.”

I mean it. If that’s what it takes to keep Jimmy happy, then doing my duty in this relationship shouldn’t be too burdensome.

Maybe I’ll even enjoy it.

5

Five days later,on Friday morning, I wake up earlier than normal.

I’ve been sleeping until Jimmy gets up, which is always right as the sun is rising. But today I wake up before he does. He’s still sleeping in the bed beside me, so I’m trapped between him and the wall.

I don’t mind. I almost never need to get up in the middle of the night, and there’s something safe and secure about being tucked away here. Like this, with Jimmy’s big body blocking the rest of the world from me.

He doesn’t snore, but he does breathe heavily. I hear his slow, steady inhales and exhales. We haven’t had baths since Sunday, so he’s smelling kind of strong. He washes up pretty well every evening before bed, but he also does a lot of very physical work every day. I’m already used to his smell. It’s distinct. Familiar. Not even all that unpleasant.

It smells like Jimmy.

I don’t know why I woke up so early. I still feel tired. Heavy. Hate the idea of having to get up and start working. Every day this week, I’ve worked my butt off, trying to learn basic chores like mending clothes and deboning rabbits. I’ve done pretty well with the cooking and cleaning, but even that takes a lot of energy. And the problem is there’s never an end of work that needs to be done.

The one positive about my work this week is that it’s been more satisfying than working for the Carlsons. At least my tasks here are only for me and Jimmy. They feel more personal and purposeful. And they’re not going to increase exponentially. There’s even the hope that I’ll eventually learn to do them faster so I might get a little downtime.

I’ve been working most of the day on one thing or another, from dawn until after dinner. Then I usually have an hour or so to read or rest before it’s time for sex and bed.

We’ve had sex every night except last night. That’s the one responsibility that hasn’t felt too onerous. While I’m obviously not even close to an expert yet, I feel like I’m getting better at it. I like making Jimmy feel good. It gives me a possessive thrill of success. I still haven’t been able to come from intercourse, but he always makes sure I have an orgasm from his hand.

The evenings have been undoubtedly the best part of my days this week, and afterward I always sleep like the dead.

The only reason we didn’t have sex last night is that I was so tired I accidentally fell asleep before he got in from using the outhouse.

I really don’t want to move, to get out from under the cozy covers and my safe spot against the wall. But I need to pee, and now that I’m conscious of it, I can’t think of anything else.

With a sigh, I sit up, wondering if I’ll be able to crawl over Jimmy’s big body without waking him up.

I haven’t devised a strategy yet when he makes a huffing sound and blinks up at the ceiling.

It’s still mostly dark, but it must be around dawn because the window is letting in some grayish light.

Jimmy turns his head toward me with a jerk. “Whatcha doin’?”

“I was thinking about getting up to go to the bathroom.”

His eyes move lower than my face, and his face heats up a little.

I usually start the evening naked because Jimmy will always just take my nightgown off. Then after we have sex, I put on my gown and a pair of socks. But because I fell asleep so fast last night, I’m still naked this morning. He’s staring at my bare breasts.

I really do need to pee, but I like that particular look in his eyes. It’s not just admiring. It’s hungry. And also kind of entitled. Like what he’s looking at is his.

Responding to instinct, I adjust my position and crawl toward him. When I push the covers down from his chest, he lowers his eyebrows.

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