She forced herself to stay alert to this sudden turn of events despite her fatigue only to find someone in this enclosed space with her.

Whoever this person was, he stood up. As Sandra's focus drifted upwards, she found her heart literally on the verge of exploding in her chest.

His shoes were caked in dust, his dress pants torn, his tie loosened and blazer in tatters. Despite the unkempt hair, the man flashed Sandra a genuine smile of relief.

"Hank?"

"The one and only." He replied in between breaths while patting the dust off himself.

"But how - ? It's not even possible... Oh Hank!"

All her previous doubts disappeared in an instant the second he held her in his warm secure embrace. None of that mattered now that she knew he came for her.

He came, he came for her!

"Oh Hank, I was so scared, I... I..."

"Hush now, my dear girl. You didn't think I was just going to let my precious slave run off, did you?"

Her rapid tears soaked the dusty fabric on Hank's shoulder as he held on to her as tightly as he could.

"You came after me..."

"Yeah, I did. I'm... I'm sorry Sandra. I should have known that you weren't ready even though you said you were. I should have seen it in your eyes, that subtle warning of reluctance."

"No, don't apologize." Sandra replied, playing intently with the tag on her collar.

"You're here with me, and that's all that matters."

"Oh Hank -"

Sandra opened her eyes, pleasantly surprised to find Hank's lips fiercely on hers. She had been a very naughty sub running out like that. But now, she was determined to banish her worries and insecurities with the most important man in her life.

Sandra kissed him like an addict who had gone too long without her fix. She sucked on his tongue, pretending that it would be the thing to sate her lust.

It didn't. It wasn't enough. It's never enough.