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"But I went looking for it," Cory said. "I wanted to feel out of control."

Paul had left a note on the fridge. "Call your sponsor. Not me." love junkie sub

"That wasn't a relapse," Marcus said. "That was an assault. You used a safeword. He ignored it. That's not on you." "But I went looking for it," Cory said

He went home with Derrick. Derrick didn't ask about limits. He didn't show him the rope. He just pushed Cory onto his stomach, held him down by the back of the neck, and took what he wanted. Not me

Cory looked at their joined hands. At the calluses on Marcus's palms from the ropes. At the steady, patient way he held on.

Cory's whole body lit up like a pinball machine.

Cory cried. Not pretty tears—ugly, heaving sobs that shook his whole body. Marcus held him through it, palm flat on his sternum, grounding him like a living weight.