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Anna’s brow drew up in consideration.
Who was that woman? Anna had never heard of her before. And Carter being unfaithful? What did that even mean? Although Anna and Carter has not really delved into speaking about their past sexual partners, Anna knew Carter had been anything but celibate and she didn’t have any negativity towards it. But him being a cheater? No way!
Although she herself had been with one man for many years, Carter was an attractive man who had the world at his fingers. It would be odd for him to be anything but busy in the bedroom.
Then again... Anna had been engaged when Carter began pursuing her, so maybe these claims weren’t totally out of line.
But Carter had been fucking married women? That was so stupid. That was one situation that could get him into a ton of trouble if he hadn’t been careful, and it sounds like that discretion he had once prided himself on was all unravelling if this woman did plan to “testify” about his transgressions. Still, she wasn’t the most credible witness, either. She herself would have to admit to foul play with her part in the adultery unless she planned to complain that Carter had raped her.
Unconsciously, Anna lost her grip on the knife she was using to spread cream cheese on her bagel. It clattered onto the table with a crash and she stared open mouthed down at it, shock spreading through her body.
That’s exactly what she’ll say - they already have your stupid announcement that he forced himself on you. Two women saying that a man in a position of power physically overpowered them or blackmailed them... Carter will be utterly ruined her brain supplied rapidly, familiar nausea settling in her stomach.
What have you done you dumb bitch?! Anna chastised herself, squeezing her eyes shut.
Taking a shaky breath, Anna looked up at everyone once more. She hoped that her next words might help them believe that she was concerned about this Marie Garnett woman and not Carter’s welfare.
“Carter is still hiding anything like that from me. I didn’t know anything about this woman at all - we’ve never talked about it. The darkest I’ve seen him is when he’s spanked me silly and choked me, but I admit to loving rough sex. I can’t blame that entirely on him,” she whispered. Her eyes were pleading, begging them to understand. “I wanted it - I did. I asked him for it. As self-absorbed as he can be, he did stop when I used the safe word. If I got beaten stupid it was my own fault. I deserved it. I backtalked and pushed him and got exactly what I asked for. I’m so stupid,” she whispered. “I’m nothing to him but someone to warm his bed and when I can’t please him he deserves to take it out on the stupid slut who can’t do anything right.”
Her words were a distraction. Mostly, she was trying to take back her claim about Carter raping her without being too obvious about it, but she also hoped their attention would shift from expecting her to heap more tragedy upon Carter that could be used against him. She fiddled with her fingers anxiously, wondering what else she should (or even could) say. Mostly, her thumb rubbed the spot her wedding band would sit pensively, hoping to feel the warmth of his love against her barren skin. She couldn’t bury her husband like this.
“She’s probably told you about his playroom by now - he’s got lots of nasty looking toys we haven’t explored yet but he’s never done anything to me without my consent. He isn’t that kind of a monster. I don’t know what he did to her but he’s never hurt me worse than I wanted. The only thing left is him buying pleasure slaves, which you already know. I can’t think of anything. Please. I don’t know. I really don’t,” she cried.
Megan leaned in and brushed Anna’s cheek with her nose in reassurance.
Anna sniffled miserably.
“I’m sure I could find something. I’ll work very hard when I get home in a couple days to push him and make him reveal that side of himself to me. Maybe if I do agree to marry him,” Anna gasped, eyes glistenening with enlightenment. “I’m sure he’d admit it to me then!”
Who was that woman? Anna had never heard of her before. And Carter being unfaithful? What did that even mean? Although Anna and Carter has not really delved into speaking about their past sexual partners, Anna knew Carter had been anything but celibate and she didn’t have any negativity towards it. But him being a cheater? No way!
Although she herself had been with one man for many years, Carter was an attractive man who had the world at his fingers. It would be odd for him to be anything but busy in the bedroom.
Then again... Anna had been engaged when Carter began pursuing her, so maybe these claims weren’t totally out of line.
But Carter had been fucking married women? That was so stupid. That was one situation that could get him into a ton of trouble if he hadn’t been careful, and it sounds like that discretion he had once prided himself on was all unravelling if this woman did plan to “testify” about his transgressions. Still, she wasn’t the most credible witness, either. She herself would have to admit to foul play with her part in the adultery unless she planned to complain that Carter had raped her.
Unconsciously, Anna lost her grip on the knife she was using to spread cream cheese on her bagel. It clattered onto the table with a crash and she stared open mouthed down at it, shock spreading through her body.
That’s exactly what she’ll say - they already have your stupid announcement that he forced himself on you. Two women saying that a man in a position of power physically overpowered them or blackmailed them... Carter will be utterly ruined her brain supplied rapidly, familiar nausea settling in her stomach.
What have you done you dumb bitch?! Anna chastised herself, squeezing her eyes shut.
Taking a shaky breath, Anna looked up at everyone once more. She hoped that her next words might help them believe that she was concerned about this Marie Garnett woman and not Carter’s welfare.
“Carter is still hiding anything like that from me. I didn’t know anything about this woman at all - we’ve never talked about it. The darkest I’ve seen him is when he’s spanked me silly and choked me, but I admit to loving rough sex. I can’t blame that entirely on him,” she whispered. Her eyes were pleading, begging them to understand. “I wanted it - I did. I asked him for it. As self-absorbed as he can be, he did stop when I used the safe word. If I got beaten stupid it was my own fault. I deserved it. I backtalked and pushed him and got exactly what I asked for. I’m so stupid,” she whispered. “I’m nothing to him but someone to warm his bed and when I can’t please him he deserves to take it out on the stupid slut who can’t do anything right.”
Her words were a distraction. Mostly, she was trying to take back her claim about Carter raping her without being too obvious about it, but she also hoped their attention would shift from expecting her to heap more tragedy upon Carter that could be used against him. She fiddled with her fingers anxiously, wondering what else she should (or even could) say. Mostly, her thumb rubbed the spot her wedding band would sit pensively, hoping to feel the warmth of his love against her barren skin. She couldn’t bury her husband like this.
“She’s probably told you about his playroom by now - he’s got lots of nasty looking toys we haven’t explored yet but he’s never done anything to me without my consent. He isn’t that kind of a monster. I don’t know what he did to her but he’s never hurt me worse than I wanted. The only thing left is him buying pleasure slaves, which you already know. I can’t think of anything. Please. I don’t know. I really don’t,” she cried.
Megan leaned in and brushed Anna’s cheek with her nose in reassurance.
Anna sniffled miserably.
“I’m sure I could find something. I’ll work very hard when I get home in a couple days to push him and make him reveal that side of himself to me. Maybe if I do agree to marry him,” Anna gasped, eyes glistenening with enlightenment. “I’m sure he’d admit it to me then!”