Valentine let out a low hum – content, confirming. He kept a hand on the back of her neck.
“Good,” His chest lifted slowly, it was time to bring her down. And he’d done this enough time with friends to know how to do it without making it sexual. Keep it simply Dominance and submission, stay in within the lines of what he’d promised and nothing more. Even if he was pretty sure somehow, despite everything, something had gone quite wrong.
“You feel my breaths?” He asked, adjusting her just enough so he was sure that she could count every intake of air. “Follow me, breathe only when I do.” For the next few minutes, Valentine’s chest rose in steady, calming breaths.
Lottie was a ragdoll in his arms moving as she adjusted her. There was no arguing or smart remarks, she was quiet and listening to his instructions. It was easy enough to match his breathing and she fell in step with him, the feel of his strong, broad chest moving in time with her and his arms holding her tight. Small hiccups of the last remaining tears came from her lips and the odd stray tear still fell but for the most part she was calm and feeling more relaxed.
Lottie's wild adventure 