Darcy appreciated the warning despite the fact that she did not have the chance to take advantage of it. He came hard, and she continued working him over as he spilled into her mouth, waiting for him to subside. When she finally drew back, she wiped her mouth and looked up at Sebastian, taking in his expression and feeling ridiculously pleased with herself.
Sliding back up his body, she rested against him comfortably. This was nice. Slavery wasn't as nightmarish as she had expected at all. Darcy doubted she would ever stop chafing at her collar - she was born free and felt she deserved freedom - but for however long this lasted, she could easily survive it. Sebastian was a rare gem.