“Uh, Holly?” Gail gasped, sensation flooding her. Her body responded as her mind reeled.

“Yes…” Holly pulled up, only to lean in and kiss Gail again.

Gail felt herself stiffen as Holly roughly pushed tongue past teeth, and tightened her grip on Gail’s wrists. She could hear CHristopher laughing at her in the back of her mind, telling her to just go for it. Fuck it! Maybe this was what she needed after all. She allowed herself to relax into the kiss, and begin to melt into Holly’s skin rubbing up against her bare torso. She let out a gasp, both excited and alarmed as Holly forced her legs apart with her knee. She felt her body begin to rock, and gush to the demands of Holly’s taught thigh, as her heart threatened to explode from her chest. Holly pulled away, leaning most of her weight onto Gail’s wrists.

“Do you trust me?” Holly demanded somewhat breathlessly.

“What? Why?” Gail gasped

“Do you trust me?” Holly asked, slower.

This was Holly. Holly would never hurt her.

“Ok…” Was all that Gail could manage.

“Stay right there,” Holly released her wrists, shifted, and reached for something next to the bed.

“Give me your hand” Holly demanded

Gail complied silently, holding out her right arm, wondering what Holly was up to. With the lights out, she could barely make out Holly’s silhouette in the dark.

Smooth, soft leather encircled her wrist. It synched tight as Holly worked the buckles. Her heart beat faster. She told herself she wasn’t afraid, she trusted Holly.

“Other hand please.”

She offered her left arm, hoping that Holly wouldn’t notice the slight tremor as she extended it. She was fighting down the panic in the pit of her stomach. She needed a minute.

“Holly?” she said quietly, as Holly worked the buckle tightly shut. “Can we stop for a sec.?

“Are you ok?” Holly asked, dropping one hand gently to Gail’s sternum, her other fingers softly grazing Gail’s cheek.

Gail held the hand on her chest in both of hers, feeling the unfamiliar weight of the cuffs on her wrists, the cool leather and metal on her skin.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok. I just need a minute.” She hated not being in control, it frightened her, but she was finding this to be strangely exciting. There was an entire flock of butterflies in her chest demanding to get out. She felt like she might cry, but didn’t want to disappoint Holly or make her think she didn’t trust her.