Adultery Who Watches The Watchmen (continued)

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Monologue: Menaka's Internal Reflection
 
"This is what I wanted.
 
The thought circled through Menaka's mind as she felt his erection straining against her palm.
 
This is exactly what I wanted.
 
She had known, even before she walked into the generator shed, that this night would end in one of two ways. Either she would escape unnoticed, her secret intact, her marriage to Dara continuing its gentle, domesticated trajectory. Or she would get caught.
 
And she had wanted to get caught. She had wanted the confrontation. She had wanted the anger. She had wanted the old Dara to emerge from the shell of the promoted head watchman, his eyes blazing, his fists clenched, his cock hard with the fury of possession.
 
Now she had it.
 
She could feel it in the way he stood—not soft, not respectful, but rigid with barely contained desire. She could see it in the way his eyes kept flicking to the marks on her body, the evidence of what six men had done to her. He was angry, yes. But he was also aroused. And that arousal was more powerful than any anger.
 
He's back, she thought. The old Dara is back.
 
And now she had to keep him. She had to push him, provoke him, make him remember who he really was.
 
Because if she could rekindle that fire, she could have everything she wanted. She could be his slut and his wife, both at once. She could be worshipped and used, cherished and degraded. She could have the best of both worlds.
 
She just had to play her cards right. She had to be the meek housewife, the repentant wife, the woman who needed to be reclaimed. She had to make him believe that this—his anger, his jealousy, his possession—was exactly what she needed.
 
And if she could do that, she would win."