As soon as I could move, I pushed myself up and off Sunshine. My arms and legs were shaking with the extreme workout, and I flopped over on my back to catch my breath. The chains rattled, and I looked over as she slowly rolled into me. It was strange to have her cuddle into me like this. I wasn’t the type to want the physical connection she was seeking, yet my arm wrapped around her and held her close.

We lay there quietly for a few minutes before Sunshine lifted her head to look at me. Her magnificent eyes were glazed over with the lasting effects of what we’d just done.

“You want to go clean up, don’t you,” she asked, her voice soft. My lip twitched. “I can see it on your face. It’s bothering you that your tools are dirty and sitting out and that we are a mess.” She smiled at me. Raising up, she kissed my chest and then pushed herself up into a sitting position. “Go for it. You’re not going to relax until you do.”

My brow cocked at her. Did she just give me permission to do something? And why did it feel completely normal for her to know me that well? Moreover, why was I okay with it?

She yawned and grabbed the blanket pulling it around her as she pushed herself up against the wall. She stared at me calmly, waiting for me to move.

Getting on my knees, I leaned forward and kissed her lips. There was no hesitation as she opened herself up to me and cupped my cheek.

“You like ordering me around,” I asked, as I nipped at her bottom lip. How could I still be tempted to take her again?

“Maybe a little,” she said softly as she stared at me from under her thick lashes.

“Hmm,” I said, and she smiled.

I forced myself away before I tried to fuck her again and pushed myself up to stand. She was right. I was edgy, wanting to get everything cleaned up. I walked to where my knives were displayed on the counter, and with quick efficiency, I cleaned my tools and the gag. Putting them away, I turned to lean against the table and stared at my Sunshine.

“I called your mother earlier,” I said, and Kirby’s big eyes slowly lifted to my face. She blinked like she was trying to comprehend what I was saying.

“My mother, why?”