“Are you okay, Jess?” Not lifting my head from where it was pressed against his boot, I nodded. “I’m okay. I’m better than okay.” A rush of emotion choked up my throat. Someone gently massaged my back, and I knew from the long fingers and absence of rings, it had to be Vincent. “This makes me feel so good. It makes me feel like I’m safe. Like I can just…” God, it was so hard to put this into words. It was embarrassing, yes, but also the concept was still so new. Why did being controlled and overcome make me feel like everything was okay? Vincent said gently, “There’s our good girl, that’s it.
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