When the man wakes up the next morning, the first thing he registers is how great he feels - contentment and satisfaction have settled deep inside him. The girl is not in bed and he can't hear any sounds from the bathroom. He would have preferred that she woke him up with a blowjob, but he will train her to anticipate his needs without him having to give orders. He hopes she is making breakfast because he is famished.
He gets up, washes himself and then walks into the living room. Rather than welcoming him with a pan full of scrambled eggs, the girl is sitting on an armchair, her feet tucked underneath her. She is looking out of the window, deep in thought, and the expression on her face tells him he should not make comments about morning blowjobs.
"Kate," he softly calls out her name but she doesn't react. "Kate, is everything okay?" He walks toward her and only when he is close, she registers his presence and startles. She jumps out of the armchair and takes a few steps back.
"Kate, what's going on?" He is trying to be calm, but some of his concern is showing in his voice.
"I need to go, I can't stay here with you. I will call a friend to come pick me up."
The man is caught by surprise. He has seen subs experience a severe sub drop after an intense session, but the amount of hostility on her face is unexpected and worrying. Yesterday the girl was radiating with desire and now she cannot be near him.
"What's wrong? Talk to me, please." The man does his best to keep his emotions at bay and to make her feel that this is a safe space and she can share everything that is bothering her, rather than close off and push him away.
"No, Ryan, I can't. I need to think about what happened."
After being addressed as Sir for the better part of yesterday, it sounds strange to hear his name again, as if the girl is putting up a wall between them.
"Then I will give you space to think. But let me drive you home," he tries to mollify her. "We are a long way from the city, even if you call someone now, it will take them at least three hours to be here. Let's have some tea and grab a bite to eat. I can fix us some breakfast." He smiles, trying to lighten the mood. "I don't know about you but I'm starving."
He turns on the electric kettle and then opens the fridge, taking out the food they brought with them - eggs, sausages, avocado, mushrooms, and some cheese left from the welcome basket.
"How do you feel about milky oolong and a variation of English breakfast?"
The girl is quiet for a moment but then sighs with resignation. He is right - asking someone to drive all this way is a silly idea. Not to mention that she is, in fact, very hungry.
"Yeah, that sounds good," she replies at last.
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At first Ryan tries to make light conversation while they eat, but the girl's brief answers quickly discourage him. They finish the meal in silence. Once they've cleaned up the table, Kate picks her cup of tea and goes to sit back on the chaise lounge.
At a loss what to do, Ryan decides to stay in the same room with her but give her space in the hopes that she will feel comfortable with him again and open up about what is bothering her. He sits on the sofa with his own cup of tea and his book. He tries to read but his thoughts keep returning to the girl and the events of the previous day. When he realizes he has been reading the same paragraph for the past ten minutes, he puts the book down with a sigh. He would love to go out for a walk and clear his head but he doesn't want to leave his nymph on her own.
"The weather is beautiful outside, do you want to finish our tea on the bench and then take a stroll?"
