It was a good day, actually, it is a good day. He woke up pent up, his hands twitching with the urge to kill, she had to remind him a lot of times to blink through out the day, his eyes burning and dry - he didn't get his eye drops, feeling that the burn and the pain was keeping him relaxed and keeping his urges at bay. Just to her to get him the fucking eye drops, that he accepted with a sweet smile of course.

By the end of the afternoon, he was feeling more pent up, with nothing to distract him he was at the edge of running out of home and come back dropping with blood, something he promised he would never do.

She noticed, of course she noticed, she is so attentive.. so sweet.. such a lovely woman. So she offered herself, at first he hesitated, he was so stressed and the fear of hurting her was stronger than any urge, he would never hurt her, not even on his psycho mindset.

But then, her with those blushing cheeks mentioned that they could try narratophilia. And fuck if her pretty face, shy and smiling didn't made his groin throb and twitch, his mind racing with his desire to gently stroke her hair and call her good girl while she is tied up and trying to hold back whimpers and he is reading to her, the words flowing through his tongue and making her squirm.

So that's how they got here, him sitting at the armchair by their bed, reading out loud a random novel about a couple who try sex for the first time. She is laying at bed, her hands and feet tied up to the bed frame, a small vibrator buzzing between her thighs, stimulating her clit, small sounds and gasps leaving her lips.