Carl's second thoughts

A short scene from the upcoming chapter.  It will take place in a hotel room where Carl will take Pauline to, let's say, celebrate his victory over Parity.  I've had this scene in my mind for a long time, and I think it's a good sum of this character.

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Carl remained silent for a moment. He spat some of your hair, he almost swallowed before. It was obvious that he didn't know what to do next. After this show of the dominance, triumphant grins, and rough sex he looked lost.

"Do you want a beer?" he asked almost gently. You didn't answer, just looking at him. "I'll give you some. I bought it before."

He got up. His still erected cock was bouncing with his every move. He looked good. His muscles were visible. Judging after some uncertainty and clumsiness, he still didn't get used to his new body. You thought about those all moments you observed Martha when she couldn't stay in character. It reminded you of what Olivia once said about her.

She was a nerd in a skinsuit.

And you were looking at Carl with the same thought.

He opened the two bottles of beer. His eyes were wandering over your whole body, concentrating mostly on your breasts.

"You're beautiful, Pauline," he said mildly. You didn't react. What the fuck did he expect? That would you thank the rapist for the compliment?

He clenched his jaws a little and he came back to bed, laying so close to you that you almost touched him. He tried to start a conversation, but after he opened his mouth to say something, he just winced and took another sip of beer. Well, he didn't think about events that occurred after sex, did he? In porn videos, they just didn't happen. And here he was, lying next to the girl he wanted so desperately and he had her. The new wave of hate overwhelmed you. But even in your quiet rage, you realized one thing.

You were his first girl.

He, of course, lost the possibility to begin his sex life in a healthy way. Those dozens (hundreds?) random encounters he was forced to have as Caroline caused him he was everything but a virgin. Yet it seemed that he had some expectations. Some dreams maybe.

Probably the best thing he could do for his own self-confidence was to kick you off the room after he finished with you. Maybe he should even leave you naked to humiliate you. But definitely, it wasn't his plan. This silence and your indifference were killing him, but he didn't dare to let you go.

It would be even funny in very not funny way if he didn't use you a while before. Well, Carl. Nobody was happy about their first time.