"Good girl, you're learning," he told her, smiling. He was sitting on the bed, watching the television as if nothing bad happened in the last couple hours, he was good at that. "Come to bed," he told her, putting his arms behind his head.
He was sure that she would want to protest about that, but if she knew any better, she would curl up to him and just sleep, or he would be fucking her again, or worse. Right now, it was the calm after the storm.