Chapter Five
As long as the deep subspace lasted, there was nothing her Dom could that she didn’t love.
Jessie’s Surrender, Marilyn Hayworth, 1999
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My poor ass was sore, making the warm bath water sting as it moved against my wounds. But Jackson’s warm body pressing against mine made all the discomfort wash away. His naked chest to my naked chest, his legs open, scissoring with mine, our crotches meeting, his c**k thrumming against my s*x, mouths open and kissing – I was finally softened and readied for the intimacy but scared as I’d ever been. More scared than I’d been when we’d entered the club that night, or when I was locked inside the pillory and took the hard beating from Jackson’s crop.
Punishment was an unpredictable experience, as thrilling as it was physically painful.
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