Sometimes it was hard to find the boundaries between them, between their feelings. At times like this, his naked body tangled with hers, her sweat warming his skin, their heavy breaths filling the silence, it was hard for Darren to know what they were. Friends? Lovers? Master and submissive? Strangers? But he knew he liked it. He liked breaking her down and then being there to take care of her.

"Good girl." Darren snarled in her ear as his hand smacked her cheek lightly. He loved seeing her like that, panting and quivering. Her hands still hanging from the ropes tied to the headboard. "Look at me, young lady. That's it. How are you feeling?" His voice is warm, almost paternal, but condescending. Now they're done, it's only a matter of time before Darren kicks her out with some white lie. He doesn't do sleepovers.