The only response Ian could offer was to suck in harsh breaths and nod. He hadn’t answered and Taren didn’t offer punishment, so Ian figured he looked drained and spent. He was vaguely aware of Taren moving around before a soft spray of warm water washed over him. Once it was turned off, one of the big towels was wrapped around Ian, the chain was unclipped and slid free of the ring before his hands were secured again in front of him. Moisture was patted from him and Ian gave into his need to be cared for. He snuggled against Taren’s wide chest and pressed his face to the beefy part of Taren’s shoulder.
The second Taren stroked his hair and draped his arm across Ian’s shoulders, Ian relaxed and a few more sobs struggled out. Taren held him tightly until the shivers racking Ian’s body quiet
