She shifted, all those worries hitting her again, starting to fill her.
She’d come to prove a point to herself, and she was terrified she’d discovered the opposite…
Trent couldn’t believe how hard his cock was. The little Fox had made thebestsounds, the tiny whimpers as he’d toyed with the nipple clamps, and it had brought all his instincts to the forefront.
Sometimes, when playing with a woman, they weren’t into everything, they faked it—but he could always tell.
This girl didn’t fakeanything. Her flushed chest, the way she breathed in shuddering little gasps—it had all been so wonderfully honest. Even when she didn’t like something, even the fear, had all played across her face without obstruction.
And that sort of honesty was even better when it was hard fought, when the girl didn’t give it up right away. This one was exactly like that. She’d wanted to try this, to prove she didn’t need it, so she’d held on to her control with all her might until they’d peeled it away.
And what a beautiful submission it had been.
Not fucking her was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do. Connor was right, of course. It wasn’t the night for that, not with where she was mentally, but damn if he didn’t wish it were different. He’d love nothing more than to end the night sinking into her sweet cunt and fucking her through another few orgasms.
Don’t always get what you want.
So instead, he’d have to settle for wrapping that girl in a blanket, for resting with her sweet body against his. Connor had had his turn, and now Trent wanted her in his lap, to toy with her long hair, to take the minute while she came down until he was sure she could get herself home.
And maybe get her name…
Garrison took out the wipes and cleaned off the toys while Trent removed the cuffs from her wrists.
She didn’t speak, but getting a person’s brain working after what they’d put her through was a process. Besides, words would probably just wake her up faster, and Trent wanted to enjoy the time afterward, when a woman was unguarded.
She moved again, this time to her feet, letting the blanket fall away. It seemed her legs hadn’t gotten on board with the whole ‘up and at ‘em’ thing, because she stumbled. Trent caught her easily, her soft body against his the best feeling. “You need a few to get everything together,” he whispered to her.
“I need to use the restroom,” she said, that shyness back, as if even after what they’d just done to her, she still wasn’t sure.
Trent nodded. “Come on, there’s one just across the hallway. I’ll walk you there.”
“I can make it on my own.”
He shook his head. “Not how this works, Fox. Until you’ve got your feet under you, you’re under our care. Just the way it is.”
She pressed her lips together, a sign she didn’t care for that, but that wasn’t all together unusual. Subs, especially ones who were new or had only dealt with shitty Doms, had a tendency to not realize the people who topped them actually wanted the best for them, that they didn’t want to throw them away the second it was over.
Please, don’t let it be over.
Trent helped her to the restroom—the single-stall one was located at the end of the hallway with the private rooms.
He caught her hand, then tugged her chin until she met his gaze. “Tell me your name, Fox. I want to see you again.”
She shook her head, the slightest shake.
“Why not? You enjoyed tonight, didn’t you?”
She blew out a long breath, then her voice came out soft. “Yeah, I did.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“I don’t want to bethis. I can’t be, not anymore.”
“This? Meaning a shockingly sexy woman who makes the best sounds I’ve heard in years—one I really would like to fuck to absolute exhaustion sometime?”
And there was another of those sounds, a whine, and it teased him. As soon as it happened, though, she cut it off. “I can’t.”
Trent couldn’t deny the disappointment, but boundaries were boundaries. He nodded. “All right, Fox. Use the restroom, then we’ll go back. I won’t push.”