As soon as the word left Valentina’s lips, everything stopped. Yoongi froze, his hands immediately withdrawing from her body, his expression shifting from one of pleasure and control to deep concern. Her safe word echoed in his mind, cutting through the haze of the session, and he moved quickly to undo the restraints binding her wrists and ankles.

“Valentina,” he murmured, his voice soft but urgent as he gathered her trembling form into his arms. “It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m here.”

Her body was still tense, the lingering sensations of their play leaving her on edge. She took shallow breaths, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the intensity of the moment began to overwhelm her. Yoongi’s strong arms wrapped around her protectively, his warmth grounding her in the present. He knew they had pushed past her limits, and he felt a pang of guilt tug at his chest.

He gently stroked her back, his hand moving in slow, soothing circles as he whispered comforting words in her ear. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you. I’m sorry I pushed too far.” His tone was nothing like the commanding one he used during their sessions. Now, it was filled with care and tenderness, his sole focus on making sure she felt secure and loved.

Valentina leaned into him, burying her face in his chest as she tried to calm her racing heart. Her breathing was ragged, but slowly, under Yoongi’s calming presence, it began to even out. The aftershocks of the intense stimulation were still there, but they were fading, replaced by the steady comfort of his arms around her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I thought I could handle it, but—”

Yoongi shook his head, cutting her off gently. “No, don’t apologize. You don’t need to be sorry. This is why we have the safe word. You used it, and that’s exactly what you should have done.” He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the few stray tears that had escaped. “I’m proud of you for telling me.”

Valentina gave him a small nod, her body relaxing slightly as his words sank in. She had been caught off guard by the intensity of the sensations—more than she had ever experienced before—and while part of her felt embarrassed for having to stop, Yoongi’s unwavering support made her feel less ashamed.

Gently, Yoongi stood up from the bench, still cradling her in his arms. She was light in his grasp, her body limp from both the session and the emotional toll it had taken on her. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before carrying her out of the pleasure room and into a private suite within the club. The space was quiet and secluded, away from the noise and activity of the main area. It was designed specifically for aftercare, with plush furniture, soft lighting, and a calm, soothing atmosphere.

Yoongi laid her down on the oversized bed, making sure she was comfortable before sitting beside her. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, his touch delicate as he helped her come back to herself. “Do you need anything? Water? Something to eat?”

Valentina shook her head, her hand reaching out to grasp his. “Just you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I need you here.”

His heart ached at the vulnerability in her voice, and he squeezed her hand reassuringly. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised. “I’m right here.”

For a few moments, they sat in silence, the only sound in the room being the steady rhythm of their breathing. Yoongi didn’t rush her, didn’t push her to talk before she was ready. He simply stayed with her, his presence a constant reminder that she was safe and cared for.

After a while, Valentina looked up at him, her eyes searching his. “I... I think I overestimated myself,” she admitted softly. “I thought I could handle more, but it was... it was too much.”

Yoongi nodded, his expression serious but understanding. “There’s no shame in that. Everyone has limits, and it’s okay to realize when something isn’t right for you. We’ll go slower next time, I promise. Your well-being is the most important thing to me.”

She smiled weakly at his words, feeling a bit of the tension ease out of her shoulders. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “For stopping, for being so patient with me.”

“You never have to thank me for that,” Yoongi replied, his voice firm but kind. “This isn’t just about what I want. It’s about us, together. You always have a say in this, and I’ll never push you past what you’re comfortable with.”

Valentina leaned into his touch as he continued to stroke her hair, his fingers gentle and soothing. Slowly, the tension in her muscles began to dissipate, replaced by a deep sense of calm. Yoongi’s presence, his unwavering care, was like a balm to her soul, and she felt herself begin to relax fully for the first time since the session had ended.

“Can we stay here for a little while?” she asked softly, her eyes closing as she rested her head on his chest.

“As long as you need,” Yoongi murmured, his lips brushing her temple in a tender kiss. “We’ll take all the time you need.”

For the next hour, they stayed curled up together in the quiet room, the soft lighting casting a warm glow around them. Yoongi held her close, his arms never leaving her, as they basked in the peace of the moment. Every now and then, he would press a kiss to her hair or murmur words of reassurance, reminding her that she was safe, loved, and cared for.

Eventually, Valentina’s breathing evened out, and she drifted into a light sleep, her body exhausted from both the physical and emotional toll of the evening. Yoongi stayed with her, watching over her protectively, his heart full of affection for the woman in his arms.

When she woke a little while later, Yoongi helped her sit up and handed her a glass of water, encouraging her to drink. She took a few sips, grateful for his attentiveness, and then rested her head against his shoulder.

“How do you feel?” he asked softly, his voice full of concern.

“Better,” she replied with a small smile. “A lot better.”

He nodded, relieved to hear it. “Good. If you need anything else, just tell me.”

Valentina shook her head, her fingers curling around his. “I have everything I need right here,” she whispered.

Yoongi smiled down at her, his heart swelling with warmth. “I’m glad to hear that.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while longer before Yoongi finally spoke. “Let’s get you home,” he said softly. “You deserve a good night’s rest.”

Valentina nodded, feeling a sense of calm and comfort settle over her as they prepared to leave the club. And as Yoongi wrapped his arm around her and led her out into the night, she knew that no matter how far they pushed their boundaries, he would always be there to catch her when she needed him most.