All action of resistance stopped. There was hesitation. GoodFellow expected that Astrid was probably weighing her options. Clever girl that she was, instead of speaking or challenging him further, her hand surrendered.<br/><br/>And that was the difference between Astrid and 98% of the known universe. This was not her surrendering. If any man thought that they would be seriously wrong. GoodFellow certainly did not think that for a moment. This was just to prevent something worse happening in her own room.<br/><br/>It said a few things about their relationship in GoodFellow’s mind. Surrending her hand to him said volumes. It said that Astrid trusted GoodFellow to keep his word. That was important to him. It said that she trusted him enough to know he would not sadistically hurt her in any way.  Another point very important to him. It said that she believed going along with him was better than fighting him and wasn’t that the whole point of being owned by someone responsible. It also said she hated him at that moment.<br/><br/>GoodFellow hoped so. His hand wrapping the cool metal around her other wrist. He held her there on the bed in that very position. Nude, bent over face down and hands manacled behind her. She was behaving properly for the moment.  He was against her but took a step back. He owed her his kind of reward.<br/><br/>“Spread your legs wider Astrid,” GoodFellow said calmly with one hand at her neck and the other on the chain between her cuffs.<br/><br/>