Punching Bag

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I've never squirted before in my life. But now that I have, I never want to go with out again. The pain had been worth it and I'm worried that now, I'm addicted.

After the sex last night, Townsend helped me up and bought me to my room. We showered together without saying a word to each other. I don't think either of us knew what to say or that anything needed to be said.

He left my room after that, but I was so restless and speechless and worked up that I had to masterbate twice that night.

This morning I've woken up beyond sore. It hurts to even sit down. I have bruises all over my body, bites, scratches, hand makes from where he slapped me. But all I can think about is when it's going to happen again, and how badly I want it to.

I don't see anybody at breakfast, the house remaining quiet. I wonder who was in the punching bag. If they were relevant to anything. Id almost completely forgotten. Who the fuck was the woman that was here yesterday? She seemed comfortable being around him, and she knew of his private business with Raymond Reddington.

I'll have to ask Townsend. My brain won't be able to resist not knowing.

My phone's rings. I set down my knife and fork. It's Raymond Reddington.

I quickly leave the room and step out onto the balcony. The noise of traffic and the wind should hopefully drown out any audio for the cameras.

"Reddington." I answer.

"I would think you know about the events that transpired yesterday." He says sternly.

"I do, but I wasn't informed. I only happened to walk in on Townsend." I admit.

"How could you not have known of this Cora. Its what I am paying you to do." Hes pissed. Of course he's pissed.

"Its been slow and difficult to get into Townsend's personal dealings. I know of his business but not of this. I believe from now onwards I'll be involved."

He doesn't speak.

"I suppose Dr. Perillos was the one he was referring to having come to the U.S" I offer.

"Yes. He also had Elizabeth Keen see to his sister's murder. A test of loyalty."

"I understand. He told me of his family, his fued with you, his alliance with Keen and his search for the archive."

"I see."

"He's opened up to me now. I can get you the information you seek."

"You better." He says before hanging up.

I close my phone and bring it to my chest. I take deep breaths, closing my eyes to try and relax my body.

This is all such a fucking mess.

After I take my moment I open the doors and come back inside. Godwin stands, waiting for me.

"Oh Jesus, Hi. Sorry you startled me."

"What is going on."

I can't help my eyes widening in surprise. I've been so careful, what does he know?

"I was just on the phone I - " he cuts me off.

"No. With Neville. You dont think everyone in this house is aware of what is happening?"

Ok that's kind of embarrassing. My cheeks go red as I remember. The fucking cameras. Why it never occurred to me is absolutely insane.

"I don't really know what to say... It's private."

"I know everything about Neville. Anything private to him also includes me."

I swallow.

"Why are you fucking him?" He asks abruptly.

"It just kind of happened."

"You seduce him?"

"I'm not entirely sure. Sometimes, maybe? It wasn't expected."

"I'm having trouble putting together why someone like you, would be involved with Neville. Unless there is an ulterior motive." He's sceptical of me. I'm not entirely surprised, I would be too.

"There's not. We just... were drawn to each other in that way, I suppose. If you're close with Neville I'm sure you know his side of things and what transpired."

"I do know. And so you know, Neville has not had sex is many, many years. He's unstable, aggressive at times. He will have extreme tendencies that he may not be able to control. You are not safe."

I breath in.

"I know."

"Alright then."

Godwin walks away, leaving me to myself.

Even Townsend's right hand man is warning me away.

I don't think there's anything that could be said to make me walk away now.