Kendrick unhooked Becca from the cuffs and carried her over to a small bed nearby and wrapped the both of them up in a blanket. He could take her back to their cabin later. For now, he wanted to rest with her in the aftermath of their scene.
She’d taken everything so wonderfully, her trust in him apparent. It was probably a good thing he hadn’t taken a pill tonight or he would have fucked her into a coma.
Becca curled up to him and he pulled her tighter.
The soft whispers and murmurs of his friends came from a distance and he didn’t pay much attention. The soft scent of cleaner filled his nostrils and he knew someone was cleaning the equipment. He would thank whomever it was tomorrow.
Footsteps left through the door and as his mind slowed toward sleep, he finally heard a voice loud enough to make out. It was Slate, Jilly’s cousin.
“Damn,” he said. “Please tell me somewhere there’s a gay version of Kendrick. Because oh my god I need to find him.”
Alice laughed softly. “Has anyone told you about his elder brother Rhys? He’s gay and a Dom.”
“Really?” The voices drifted off and he smiled as he pulled Becca closer. Maybe the next time Rhys visited he’d introduce the two. It would be nice to see his brother with a more permanent sub.
She sighed in utter contentment and he nuzzled her forehead. Perhaps they’d sleep in tomorrow. After all, lying in bed late sometimes could be fun. Especially if one’s sub was particularly good at fellatio and one had all sorts of toys to torture her with.
With a smile on his face, he let himself slide into slumber. Life was good.