Through Torture

Edward

It had been exactly eleven days since we had arrived at boot camp. Things were going better than expected. Connor actually listened to me when we had to do a course together and I learned to stop edging him on so that we wouldn't get into a screaming match.

Ollie seemed pleased with our progress and Connor got a lot more internet time now because he had chosen to use his brain for decision making instead of his anger. That was all great and well but it left me at a disadvantage.

He no longer needed my laptop and that meant I was barely getting any voluntary kisses. It stopped on the second day and he knew how to tune it perfectly so that it always lasted ten seconds. He said because he only needed ten minutes. It was mind blowing. It was like a contract. The passion had gone out of it and whenever I tried to take it further he would slip out of my arms like a wet fish.