She nodded, licking the last remnants from her lips, including what Derek had just placed on them, and what was on her cheek, and slowly began to turn around to face the dildo. Now the pleasure was passing, the shame of it all was starting to sink in. It was different to normal - he wasn't there to curl up to yet, and she was stubborn - she wouldn't tell him to open the door. To stop before he was ready to stop it would make it seem like she couldn't handle it.
Her mouth found the toy, and it distracted her for the time being, enthusiastically cleaning her juices from the toy. Once it was finished, she looked up at Derek again, smiling faintly.