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“Very funny,” I said. “Am I officially a spanking slut, now?”
“I don’t know. Are you?”
“I think I might be. Yeah.”
He grinned. “Well, aren’t I the luckiest bastard this side of Saskatchewan?”
“What time is it, anyway? I’m fucking exhausted.”
“Yeah, you look a little wrecked,” he said, as I tried to pull up my panties with trembling fingers.
“Oh honey, here…let me.”
He helped me to do it so the cloth didn’t scrape against the tender skin of my backside. The jeans were tougher, because they didn’t leave much room. I gasped and made other ouchy noises as he helped me get them up. Then I fastened the fly and tried to ignore the flaming heat and throbs of residual pain.
Alastair turned me around and pulled me into his arms, holding me close and peppering my cheek with kisses.
“That was amazing and beautiful and so much fun!”
“Yeah. It was. My…head is spinning a bit. And I’ve got the shakes?”
“You’re probably coming down from subspace.”
“Yeah. What the fuck is subspace? That floaty feeling?”
“Sure.”
“Is that a real thing?”
“Did it feel real?”
“Yeah. I feel kind of crappy now, though.”
He held me in his arms until I stopped trembling and my breathing evened out.
“It’s better now,” I said, because it was true. Alastair’s strength and confidence helped me to ground myself, although I wouldn’t say no to more pampering. “Can we pick up a pizza on the way home? I’m fucking starved.”
We’d used Alastair’s car this time.
“For you, Toby? Anything.”
Walking was another lesson in pain management, and I wondered for a moment if it was worth it. On the other hand, having a reminder of Alastair’s stern discipline and expert fucking was not without its appeal. But the focus it took to walk somewhat normally as we descended the stairs was significant.
“Remind me to wear baggy pants next time…and cotton underwear.”
Alastair laughed. He handed me my coat. “Here. I’ll take the key back.”
“Thank you!”
As I was putting my coat on, Patrick peeked around the corner of the games room.
“Hi!”
One of the disadvantages of working at the place where you came to get kinky with your boyfriend was that everyone thought it was okay to be up in your business.
“Hey, Patrick.”
“What are you doing here on your night off?” he said.
