Eventually, he shook her a little. “Ellie, it’s time to go, but I don’t want you driving home like this. Will you come home with me? Adam and Angel will follow and Angel will take your car to my place before they go home.”

“Ooooookay,” Ellie said, her head lolling on his shoulder.

When he set her down in the front seat of his car, she fell asleep almost immediately.

11

The bed wasn’t hers.

That was her first thought.

The bed wasn’t hers and someone was curled up around her. A big, hard, muscular someone. With a very large cock pressing into her very sore ass.

The night before came rushing back in.

The exquisite pain. The incredible pleasure. Her unusual reaction after the scene.

And now she was in his bed.

She’d slept in his bed.

Panic clawed its way up her chest.

Too much. Too much, too fast. Obviously she hadn’t been thinking last night.

Ellie never went home with a Dom. She’d only ever once slept in the same bed as another man – Steve - and she’d only done that once. He’d taken it to mean things it hadn’t, he’d thought it meant she was getting ‘better,’ and they’d be a more normal couple. In the face of his optimism, she’d freaked out and pulled back completely, and their relationship had ended. Just like then, she wasn’t ready for this.

The need to run hit her hard and fast, and she accidentally kicked Michael’s shin as she flailed, trying to untangle herself from both him and the sheets. The shirt she was wearing seemed to pull, practically choking her. Ellie never slept in baggy shirts with collars, she always slept in a tank top and shorts... it felt like she was drowning in fabric.

“Hey... hey... what’s going on, Ell?” he asked, his voice husky with sleep. He placed his hand on her shoulder, a gesture obviously meant to be soothing, but which did nothing to stem her bubbling emotions.

“I have to go.”

She could hear the shock and panic in her voice, and inwardly cursed. As much as she wanted to sound normal, she just couldn’t. She was too freaked out by how much she’d let go of herself last night.

She’d slept in his bed. After signing a club contract with him.

Being at the club was safe. There were rules. Boundaries. The expectations were well defined. But now... what the hell was she supposed to do now? How was someone supposed to act the morning after?

Kicking him, panicking, and waking him up was probably not high on the list of “best ways to behave.” She managed to struggle to a sitting position, although her legs were still tangled in the covers. Ouch... putting pressure on her bottom made the lingering soreness from last night flare to life.