Afterwards, exhausted, he pulls off of her and slumps to the bed beside her, where Sydney collapses to her side, her arms still outstretched and tethered to the headboard. She can’t hold him as she usually would, and must be content for him to snuggle against her as they recuperate.
“You got your fill?” he finally asks.
“Fill of what, exactly?”
“Being the submissive,” he says sarcastically, “what else?”
She thinks a bit. “I wonder, is this being submissive, or just having a really nasty good time?”
“I don’t know. What’s it feel like to you?”
“Haven’t really decided. It might take some time to figure out.”
“Well then, answer this… Would you have stayed at the Underground if I’d given you the chance?”
“I don’t know.”
“Would you have wanted it harder?”
“I don’t know that either.”
