The only thought that passed through her orgasm hazed brain. It repeated, like a horrible reminder of her inadequacies. She felt lost. Her mind hadn’t cleared from the orgasm induced euphoria. There was no possible way that he was gone. Not after that. The connection they had; the total perfection in the scene. Lucy tried to lift her arms—stuck. Her head lulled to the side, her gaze locked on the thick chain that covered her forearms. He would come back. She had to believe it. There was no way that Tom would do this. He was experienced. Any man with that level of dominance had been in the scene for a while. She knew Tom. Tom cared about her. The incoherence of her thoughts slammed through her as Millie’s pretty and fearful face came into view. “Luce, are you with me? Luce, I got you don’t worry.” She felt the chains shift, then a slew of profanity. “That fucking dick head! Luce, Luce, look at me. You got me, yes. Good, now I’m going to get Robert. You are going to be fine.
