Page 94 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1
“But you did.” Hank’s voice is calm and measured. Not a question—just truth. “You liked it.”
“Yes,” I breathe, meeting his eyes without hesitation. “I did.”
“You triggered one of his fantasies.” His gaze flicks away for a beat, thoughtful. “When you said ‘sex-slave’… that hit something deep for him. One of his darkest cravings. To have a woman as a slave—used for sex, completely controlled—not all the time, but in the confines of his playroom. That’s where he lives out those fantasies.”
My pulse skips, heat curling low in my belly. I felt it—the shift, the way Gabe became something more.
“He’s usually ultra-controlled,” Hank continues, his expression softening. “Always thinking, always planning ten steps ahead. That you broke through, that says a lot.”
“That’s what made it…” I search for the right word, my voice hushed with awe. “Thrilling. To be the one who broke through his control.”
Hank smiles faintly, relief flickering across his features. “Good. That’s good. I just needed to be sure you were okay with what happened.”
My breath catches as the memory flares through me again—Gabe’s hands, his voice, the overwhelming claim of it all.
“Don’t worry,” Hank adds, grin tilting toward mischief. “If that’s something you want to pursue… Gabe will be all over it.”
I chew on Hank’s words for a moment, my heart still racing with the aftershocks of what happened.
“What about you?” I ask, my voice quiet, curious. “Isn’t that something you want too?”
“No.” His smile falters just slightly before he shakes his head. “Not like that.”
He leans back, elbows resting on his thighs, thoughtful. “Don’t get me wrong—I love power. I love dominating you. The control, the tension, the give and take—that’s my sweet spot. But what Gabe did? That’s different. That’s deep.”
My breath catches as he meets my eyes, steady and open.
“Gabe’s a sadist. Being a Master, having a woman as his slave? That’s a fantasy he’s never really played out before. It’s darker. More intense. A bit too aggressive for my taste.”
I nod slowly, understanding sinking in.
“That’s why I didn’t join,” Hank adds, voice gentle. “I knew where he was going,” Hank says, his tone calm and honest. “And it wasn’t that I was uncomfortable—Gabe will always be safe with you. I trust that.”
He leans forward, eyes steady on mine. “But I also knew if I was there, he’d hold back. He wouldn’t let himself go the way he neededto. And I didn’t want to interfere with something he’s been craving to explore—with you.”
I swallow hard, his words sinking deep, the weight of what happened settling over me in a new light.
“What you two shared—what you unlocked in him—that’s yours,” Hank says again, softer now. “And I’m not here to stand in the way of that.”
“I appreciate that.” A thought tugs at me, unsettled. “But I’m more worried about you. I don’t want you to feel… left out. Gabe didn’t exactly wait for you.”
“Left out?” Hank’s lips tilt into a small smile as he shakes his head. “Luv, don’t worry about that. We don’t operate on a tit-for-tat basis.”
“No?”
“No.” His thumb traces along my jawline, soothing, grounding. “Look, this thing—the three of us—it’s incredible, yeah. But it’s not without complications. Most of the time, it’ll be all three of us together. That’s how Gabe and I work best. We feed off each other’s energy. We like sharing a woman, giving her everything we can at the same time.”
His hand moves to cradle my cheek, his gaze never leaving mine.
“But there will be other times—like this morning—where it’s just you and Gabe. Whatever dynamic you unlock, you get to explore it fully. No distractions, no interference. No guilt or jealousy. And there’ll be times when it’s just you and me, finding our rhythm, discovering what we want together.”
A flicker of understanding sparks in my chest, the tension easing with every word.
“The important thing,” Hank continues, voice steady, sure, “is communication. Honesty. Openness. No one’s keeping score. There’s no jealousy, no competition. Just us, figuring it out, as long as we’re all on the same page.”
His eyes hold mine, unwavering. “All that matters is whetheryou’re happy.”
The certainty in his voice washes over me, warm and steady, wrapping around the last of my doubts like a balm.
