She came awake, and mumbled something about being sorry. I pulled her closer to me.

"Stella, you were unbelievably brave in what could have been a horribly painful and destructive situation. The bump on your noggin kept you from seeing the end, which happened just after you passed out. "X" is down in one of the private rooms, being worked with by Lance my head guard and Mom, head of security."

I pulled away a bit. "I failed, not you. It was my responsibility to protect and care for you. By not planning on that type of emergency, you got hurt. It was my fault."

My hands moved to stroke and massage Stella, running over her body, soothing and teasing. I ducked my head between her thighs and began to 'eat at the 'Y'', as one of my relatives used to say.

Dear Stella was as responsive as ever, and her thighs grasped my head tightly. I could tell she was close, so I nibbled, hard, on her clit. Arching her body, she came hard.

I was still concerned... and waited for her to relax and discuss it. And to see if she accepted my apology.