Page 40 of Playing By Their Rules

“That was beautiful,” I say, smoothing a hand over Maisie’s ass as I ease myself out of her, wincing at the sensitivity. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard as I did just now. “You’re beautiful. Thank you, baby girl.”

“That was fun,” she says.

“How’s your ass, angel?” Ethan asks.

“It’s okay.” She sounds dreamy, happy. She’s still experiencing the high of the spanking and her orgasm.

Ethan lifts her up and pulls her onto his lap. I take care of the condom, then go to the bedroom and retrieve a blanket to wrap around our girl and help keep her warm. That was an intense session, and now all I want to do is take care of her.

“You want something to drink?” I ask her. “Something to eat?”

She shakes her head, snuggling against Ethan’s chest.

“I’ll order us dinner,” Ethan says. “There should still be something open.”

In a sleepy, sex-drunk voice, Maisie asks, “What time is it?”

“A little after eleven,” I say.

“What?” she gasps.

I dig my phone from my back pocket and hold it up. “It’s eleven twenty-five.”

Her mouth forms a little o of surprise. “I—I have to go,” she says, scooting off of Ethan’s lap.

“Baby, you’re in sub-space,” I say. “You can’t leave yet.”

She waves her hand in the air. “I’m fine. My roommate is going to freak the fuck out. And Bradley will wonder where I’m at—I was supposed to check in.”

“You won’t be going anywhere with anyone except us,” Ethan says, a low note of warning from my voice.

He’s a possessive motherfucker. I am, too, and I won’t apologize for that.

“I’m going,” she says. “You can’t stop me. Don’t try to stop me.”

She spins away, out of my grasp, and when I reach for her, she shakes her head and says the one word that can stop everything, the one word that can stop anything.

“Red,” she says, looking stricken as the word leaves her mouth.

“Maisie, please,” I say. I want to reach for her, but that safe word has me frozen in my footsteps.

She goes to the door, opens it, and steps outside.

The door shuts after her, the sound final.

She just left. I look at Ethan. He looks at me.

“What the fuck?” My hands turn into fists. “How did we let her get away?”

“She said to let her go,” he says, shaking his head. “She used her safe word.”

“But she might have sub-drop without us…we have to go to her—she can’t go through that alone.”

Not only that, but we have needs, as dominants, to care for our sub. My heart is physically hurting right now, and a heaviness threatens my mind. Only assholes would hurt a girl and let her suffer the comedown on her own. I need aftercare so that I can be reassured that I’m not a shitty person. We make her feel better and we feel better, too.

“Fuck, you’re right.” Ethan pulls on his shirt. “Let’s go.”

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