Chapter 27

He woke her from a deep sleep with his first round of sex for the day. She knew better than to protest, but she also refused to participate. He was used to that, her little rebellion, her retaliation for his insistence on waking her. She rather thought he enjoyed it, a small affirmation that he was in charge, and she could do nothing to prevent his use of her body. As his flesh locked them together, she felt the pinch on her bladder. "I don t know about your women," she told him. "But when we get pregnant, the growing child pushes on our bladder, reducing our ability to wait to urinate, especially in the morning. If you do not want me to begin wetting the bed on a regular basis, you are going to have to let me use the bathroom before." She was almost certain that he laughed, the sound smothered against her neck. He began the slower, gentler rock against her, and she gripped on against her discomfort, determined not to add the humiliation of wetting herself to