Page 116 of Shadow

A few minutes later, Sabrina came back with some cream and an ice pack. Tyson followed behind her. Suddenly Olivia felt a little self-conscious about having all her bits on display, but she couldn’t exactly do anything about it right then.

“This cream is going to numb you down there. Then you need to just lay with this ice pack in place for twenty minutes. After that, you’ll still be sore, but it won’t be miserable. I’ll send you home with the cream and ice pack so you can do one more treatment before bed.”

She handed the cream to Ripley, but he shook his head. “You did the damage to my girl’s poor pussy. You can bandage her up.”

Sabrina nodded with a hint of a twinkle in her eyes. “Yes, Master Ripley.”

Tyson pulled a chair from out of the corner and sat in it to watch Sabrina administer aftercare to Olivia.

“Are you OK, Miss Olivia? You took quite the brutal pounding.”

Her face had to be the color of the pin Sabrina had put on her outfit earlier, but she choked out a response. “I’m perfect. That was really hot. Thanks for letting me play with Sabrina.”

“Of course, sweetie. You two looked amazing together.” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek then stood.

“Sabrina, when you’ve been dismissed by Ripley and Olivia, you may come and find me, and we’ll talk about your aftercare.”

Sabrina stifled a smile. “Yes, Master Vance.” Clearly it pleased her he would be providing that himself instead of sending her to someone else.

Olivia wondered if she had feelings for Tyson that she kept hidden because of her role as club alpha.

A few minutes later, Sabrina finished and put the ice pack gently against her still throbbing pussy. “I know it’s uncomfortable right now but trust me when I say you’ll thank me tomorrow.” She handed the tube of leftover cream to Ripley and backed toward the door, where she dropped to her knees and waited for instructions.

“You may leave us now, Sabrina.”

She stood, ducked into a quick curtsy, and backed out of the room, not bothering to pick up the one item of clothing she’d worn into the play space.

When they were alone, Olivia sat up gingerly, adjusting the ice pack between her thighs.

“We are seriously fucked up sometimes, you know that?” she asked, laying her head on his shoulder when he came to sit next to her.

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “It’s not fucked up if we’re having a good time and not hurting anyone, baby girl.”

“Tell that to my pussy,” she teased.

His expression grew serious. “I didn’t push you too far, did I?”

Olivia grabbed his hand, wanting to put his fears to rest. “Daddy, no. I promise. That was amazing. Filthy, but amazing. If I didn’t want it or it went too far, I would have used my safeword. Now tell me what happened at Mario’s house.”

Ripley laughed. “I’m not going to have that conversation while you’re naked with an ice pack between your legs. Let me take care of you for a few minutes and then we can talk. Unfortunately, in my rush to get to you, I left the chocolate I bought you in the car.”

Olivia jerked her head to the door that separated the two halves of the room. “Tyson showed me a snack stash. It’s in that little cabinet in the corner.”

Ripley jumped up and went to retrieve the snacks. Instead of picking something out, he pulled an entire basket out along with a bottle of water.

“There you go, baby girl. Take your pick.”

She plucked a bar of very expensive chocolate from the basket and unwrapped it.

“Oh, my god. This right here? Totally worth having my pussy destroyed,” she moaned when she bit into the rich candy.

Ripley took the package from her and snapped a picture with his phone, laughing the entire time. “You’re ridiculous. I’ll order it in bulk,” he teased.

Somehow, she believed him.

When twenty minutes had passed, she had demolished the chocolate, a bottle of water, and a protein bar. She gingerly pulled the cold pack away from her lady bits and stood, looking around for a mirror where she could survey the damage. The door to the bathroom stood open, so she made her way inside, wincing as she walked. The bathroom was just as opulent as everything else in the club, and a hand mirror sat in a decorative box of toiletries.

She pulled it out and stuck it between her thighs. Aside from being extremely red and a little swollen, it still looked like she had a working pussy, so that was a good thing.

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