Francis stepped out of the shower, his heart beating fast. He remembered what he’d heard about aftercare after someone using their safeword. Everything was to stop, stock was to be taken, and most of all, the submissive needed to be made to feel comfortable and cared for. Except this wasn’t a scene anymore, was it? And it wasn’t Mark who needed the aftercare.
Francis dried himself with a towel Mark had assigned to him and left it on top of an overflowing hamper. Then he retreated to the bedroom and got dressed quickly and efficiently. He needed to get out of there.
Mark didn’t follow him when he walked through the little house and pulled on his shoes. For some reason, he felt the urge to leave his number anyway, just in case. Just because it seemed as if Mark had nobody else who knew any
