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Faith released the restraints from the chain. Mal tumbled to the floor. Benson ignored Faith. Mal was his sub. His responsibility. She was… She was his.
He took a knee, reached for her. Their gaze locked and Mal’s eyes were glossy with shock.
She scrambled back, whimpering.
She was terrified. Of him.
“What the fuck?” he breathed.
“Get away from her,” Faith snapped.
“I didn’t…I didn’t hurt her.” But he had. He’d hurt her over and over again. Because she wanted it. Needed it. Right?
Mal let out a sob, one hand wrapped protectively over her waist. He’d traced patterns on that skin with a knife.
Benson looked down at his hand. His stomach heaved, and he tossed the blade away. He felt sick, his heart beating so fast he could hear it. He needed to hold her. Needed to wrap her up and protect her.
Faith was on her knees beside Mal. “Stay back.”
“She needs—”
Hands grabbed him from behind, two people hauling Benson back. He fought them, but a third man joined them and together they wrestled him over to a wall, slapping him into a set of restraints.
“What the fuck?” He yanked on the cuffs. He knew they had emergency releases, but he was too frantic to think straight. “Something is wrong with Mal. She needs a doctor. She needs help.”
He nearly dislocated his shoulder trying to get to her as Dante carried Mal out, Faith at her side.
“Mal!” Benson screamed her name as the men who’d subdued him raced out of the room.
* * *
Three hours later, Faith returned. Benson had gone emotionally numb by that point. He’d gotten out of the cuffs, but hadn’t left the room.
A thousand times, he’d replayed what had just happened, and there was one conclusion that made sense.
He hoped he was wrong.
Faith sat down beside him, and for once she looked tired.
“You did nothing wrong,” she said.
“Mal lied to me, didn’t she?” He felt cold down to the bone. “She lied about what she could handle.”
“She lied to herself, and because of that, she lied to you.” Faith steepled her fingers. “I’ve seen it before, with people trying to find out how deep their submission goes.”
“Every scene was something she wanted. I topped her the way she needed… The way she said she needed to be topped.”
He’d done things to her he’d never done to another sub. Benson wasn’t new to this, and he respected his own hard limits, but with Mal he’d pulled more things from the “willing to try” column than he ever had before. He could have told her he respected her needs, but wasn’t right for some scenes she wanted.
He could have, but he hadn’t.
Because if he had, she would have gone to someone else, and he couldn’t bear that thought. He just needed time to figure out how to handle his relationship with Mal in a way that was respectful, responsible, and ensured she was his in every way that mattered.
“She wanted to come and apologize, but I didn’t think that was wise.”
“But she’s…she’s okay, right? I mean, she should see a doctor.”
“Dante’s with her.”
