"It's called drop," Derek replied, soft, his hands moving softly over her skin. "It can happen after intense scenes. It doesn't mean there's something wrong, necessarily. You're just...adjusting. You have to reconcile the person you were in the cage with the person you are."
He lifted one hand and cupped her cheek, brushed his thumb over her lip. "Don't fight it. That person you are in the cage, the bitch, the slut who begs for cock, that is who you are at your most basic. But accepting that, knowing that, doesn't mean that you're not also an intelligent, beautiful woman who deserves to be treated with respect and kindness."