and the words he said were heard and recorded, but still seemed so far away. What was wrong with her? Her body was free to move, and the room was warm and comforting. But what had just happened?
The things he’d done to her. What she’d begged him to do, what the hell was that? Who was that person? The confusion unsettled her mind, and the giggles gave way to tears. She was the happiest she’d ever felt, and yet the tears just kept coming. Sarah just didn’t know what the hell was going on with her.
Brock was beside her now, the full length of his naked body pressed up against her. He’d moved her onto her side, and her cheek was against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat. The thick, soft quilt encased them and then both his strong arms were around her. Sarah sensed all this was happening, but it was like a lucid dream.
“Sarah. You’re shivering. Snuggle up and stay warm. What you’re feeling is okay. It’s normal when coming out of subspace.”
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s called sub-drop. It’s a very personal thing. I’m here for you until it passes, and after if you need me.”
Sarah couldn’t grasp his words in her head long enough to think about them. “Why do I feel sad and happy all at once?”
“We can talk about it later. For now, just know whatever you’re feeling is okay. Just let yourself feel.”
Sarah wasn’t sure what to say to that. When in her life had it ever been okay to just feel what she was feeling? Sure, it was said a lot, but when it came to doing it, people backed off. As a child she never let out her fear, or her anger, about the way her parents chose drugs over her. She hated it, but she learned not to say that. When other adults told her she could be open and honest, well, she learned that they never wanted to hear the truth. Not really.
Her grandmother was the only one who’d listened, who wanted to hear how she felt. But then it hurt her to hear those things about her own daughter being an addict. Sarah never wanted to hurt Grannie, so she stopped talking about it. She stopped talking about everything that hurt her or made her angry in case it hurt someone she loved also. Grammy passed away, and Sarah had a broken heart.
When her younger brother took his own life, it was worse. She’d found solace in the very thing she’d hated about her parents. The drugs and alcohol were an easy fix at the time, but they just added to the problems.
Sarah’s entire body now shivered, yet she wasn’t cold, was she? A fire burned inside her like molten lava. It was so hot it would surely burn her up from the inside. The fear rose in her chest, and it constricted. She clutched onto Brock’s solid body to feel grounded.
“You’re safe, Sarah. Safe with me. Let it out. Let it all out. I want to listen until you have no more left to say.”
His arms tightened around her, and he kissed her forehead. Sarah did feel safe and validated. But it had taken that level of pain and pleasure to get her to this place. What did that say about her? Almost everyone she knew would be shocked and disgusted if she told them what had just happened and how she’d felt so high from it, how the world fell away and there was only her, Brock, and the sensations he gave her. Except Bella, she wouldn’t judge her.
“H…how…” She hesitated. Would she get ridiculed for her words? But the pressure built in her chest. If she didn’t let it out, she’d have a major anxiety attack. “How can I like the things you did…it’s not normal. Am I normal?”
“You’re as normal as me, if that helps.”
She felt his smile even though she couldn’t see it.
“I’ve never even considered letting anyone tie me up; let alone what you did.”
“It’s normal to feel this way. Especially in the beginning. BDSM is full on. It’s physical and mental. Don’t even get me started on emotional.”
“So I’m not crazy, feeling like I’m coming down from some adrenalin
Yvette Hines, Monique Lamont