Chapter Three
Exit Safeword
We lay on the hard, cold floor while the shadowy, robed figures shuffled out of the room. A shudder, not from the cold, ran through me and Eleanor stroked my head, tried to keep me calm. I forced the shakes to stop, but inside, oh god, inside I was terrified. I had returned to the SM world so easily, like I had never left, and pushed myself so far beyond any previous boundary. How many women had approached me at the Leather Heel? And I had turned them all down. I wasn’t bi. I wasn’t! But traces of Eleanor’s thick juices still sat on my tongue and it felt like that, even if I ate nothing but p***y after p***y the rest of my life, or never again, I would never get her sweet taste out of my mouth.
Eleanor fairly hummed as she extracted herself from underneath me
