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sometimes, but was a bad guy who did nice things sometimes.
    The situation became clearer. I was handcuffed to a bed with a large, horny man fucking my mouth.
    Panic gripped me. My lower body, the only part of me not pinned down or chained, thrashed. I kicked my feet frantically, feeling the sheets bunching up underneath my heels.
    Hot tears splashed down my cheeks. My nose was running, too, but all this seemed to make Corbin even more excited, which in turn made me more frightened, and yet inexplicably more excited as well. I was safe, I wasn’t safe. I didn’t know for sure, couldn’t know unless I told him to stop. And I wouldn’t do that.
    So I braced myself, held my breath, and allowed him to use my mouth however he wanted. I loved the smell of him, the ache as the head of his cock scraped along my throat. I hated that I loved it, and I hated that I was afraid to tell him to stop.  
    Corbin pulled all the way out, and I lost control. “Please, not like that,” I sobbed. The tears gushed like a river, and I couldn’t catch my breath.  
    The mask of cruelty disappeared from Corbin’s face. “Are you ok?”
    I shook my head even as I said, “I’m fine.” More tears splashed down my cheeks. Corbin blurred over me.
    “Audrey. Baby.” His words were soothing, and when I looked into his eyes, the worry there floored me. This was real. He was real. This man had risked himself to save my life. He would never hurt me.  
    And fuck. I was freaking him out. I managed to get my tears under control, though barely.
    “How did I miss it? I watched your hands the whole time.” His voice was filled with anger, directed inward.
    I shook my head again, horrified that he blamed himself. “You didn’t miss it. I didn’t…”
    Corbin looked at me as if I were crazy. He got off the bed, backed away two steps, stood there. “Help me understand, Audrey. Did I cross a line?”
    I started to cry again. “No.”
    “But you are freaked out. You’re not playing. This isn’t sexy.” He unlocked the handcuffs, his gestures jerky with anger. “I’m really pissed. You trust me to stop, and I trust you to communicate. Both parts have to work!” His voice thundered.
    Jesus, he was scary. I turned on my side, away from him, and pressed a pillow into my face. I felt my body curling up into the fetal position.
    Corbin’s footsteps retreated, then I heard him coming toward the other side of the bed. “Audrey. It’s ok. You’re ok.” He pulled me into his arms. I wouldn’t let go of the pillow, even when he tried to take it. He let me hold it. “I’m sorry.” He rocked me slowly.
    The whole thing made me feel even more pathetic. I didn’t know how I was going to ever face him again.
    “I feel like an asshole,” he said.
    That was so not the right thing for him to say. “You shouldn’t.”
    “Do you think you can tell me why you didn’t stop me?”
    “I liked it. I just… couldn’t breathe. I’m… I’m really claustrophobic.” I took a deep breath. “The night of the storm, I got out of my car and started walking because with the snow piling up on the windshield, it felt like sitting in a tomb.” My shudder turned into trembling as I remembered that harrowing night.  
    Corbin pulled me closer. “Thank you for sharing that. It’s the sort of thing I should have asked about. You’re so comfortable in your sexuality and so naturally good at power exchange that I forget it’s new to you. You still didn’t answer my question, though. Why didn’t you stop me?”  
    When I didn’t respond, he shook me gently. “Hey. I need to know. Were you worried that I wouldn’t respect your wishes? Did you panic so much that you couldn’t think?”
    “Mostly I guess I thought you’d… stop.” Hell would freeze over before I would hurt him by admitting that some part of me had thought he wouldn’t listen.
    I felt his body stiffen, but his words were gentle. “You thought I could read your mind, that I would know