I was pretty out of it by that time, but I noticed how the room changed, how it was suddenly quiet, deafly quiet, spooky. I think there had been music playing, and there were certainly voices of awe speaking in hushed whispers, and coughs and grunts, because someone else was getting f****d. But when it got quiet, I could hear myself breathe and my pounding heart, and the sound of Chloe straining, growling in a low monotone, ugh, ugh, ugh…
My trainer was standing behind me. I’d come, and all of the spasms had washed free of me. He held me so that I wouldn’t faint in the shackles. He kissed my neck. I wanted to turn around and kiss him back, a big full-throated kiss, but that was only because I’d forgotten where I was, and what was happening to me.
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