Page 68 of Stripping the Sub
Her ass.
Her nipples.
Her pussy.
Although her shoulders and upper back felt great.
Holding back a wail, Ellie rolled much more carefully to lean over and grab her phone with its inexplicable alarm.
Oh wait… that’s right. I said I’d go to the zoo.
Crap.
Groaning, Ellie turned the alarm off.
Whatever, she was basically awake now anyway, after that painful good morning jolt to her ass.
And Michael’s going to be at the zoo.
Ignoring the taunting little voice in her head, she started to push herself up to a sitting position. She hissed as the position putpressure on her sensitive skin. She could still feel the welts from the strap last night. Heck, she’d probably be feeling them for a few days. A sense of warmth suffused her at the reminder, scattering some of the pain and making it more enjoyable.
She wasn’t sure if Michael’s presence was a draw or a deterrent. While part of her wanted to see him outside of the club, another part of her balked, wanting to draw back and slow down, worried it was too much like a real relationship. Too much pressure.
Real conversations could lead to real confessions…
Her inner demons were silenced - or at least drowned out - by the aches and pains as she managed to get out of bed. One of the many benefits of being a masochist; her physical hurt could distract from her emotional issues. Dr. Amy was occasionally concerned Ellie used her masochism as a crutch, but she wasn’t complaining when it helped her shut up the ugly little voice in her head.
Watson protested sleepily as she moved the covers, accidentally jostling his side of the bed. His grumbling mews subsided quickly enough when she left the bed completely to His Majesty, no longer disturbing his slumber with her movements.
Ouch… ouch…
Standing made her pussy lips rub against her sore clit, which still felt swollen after last night’s abuse, and reminded her that her ass had been seriously stretched as well. Her nipples were sore and pressing against the soft fabric of the tank top she’d worn to bed; not fully distended, but they were slightly hardened just from jiggling as she moved. Man, he’d really worked her over in the best way possible. Ellie couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a scene which had left her with this many delightful little shadow pains and throbbing reminders.
Even as sore as her lady parts were, it was making her a horny.
Although walking kind of sucked.
Waddling was not an attractive look.
Making it to the bathroom, she pulled down her panties so she could admire the marks across her ass. Her skin was still just very slightly pink, although she wouldn’t have been able to tell if she didn’t have the completely untouched skin of her lower back to directly compare it to, in between the dark welts crossing her cheeks. Those were still so dark pink they were practically red, and Ellie’s breath hissed as she ran her fingers across the center one, craning her neck so she could see herself in the mirror.
Yeah, she was going to be feeling those welts every time she sat down for the next couple of days. Feeling it and thinking about how hot the scene had been. Thinking about Michael fucking her into ecstatic oblivion.
It was a little scary how easily she let go with him, but it gave her hope too. She wouldn’t be able to do let go if she didn’t subconsciously trust him completely. If only she could get her overthinking brain on board with her subconscious, she’d be totally good to go. Well… unless, of course, he ever wanted to talk about her past and what had happened to her, and then if he reacted badly - yeah, there went her brain again.
Closing her eyes, she leaned back against her bathroom counter, hissing as the cool marble pressed against a welt, making her bottom throb painfully and completely derailing her anxious thoughts. With all the hissing she was doing today she was starting to sound like a snake, but it was better than actually shrieking or yelping. Her neighbors wouldn’t notice, but it was kind of an automatic response.
Show no pain.
Turning around, she examined herself in the mirror. At least she’d managed to wash off all her make up last night. When she’d gotten inside and seen her reflection, she’d been a little horrified Michael had let her walk around with her melting makeup, even if it was just from the club to her car and then her car up to her apartment.
A little smile curved her lips as she thought about his goodnight kiss. He’d obviously wanted more, but he hadn’t pressed. Ellie wanted more too, but… she was glad he hadn’t done more than walk her up. Even that had been a big step for her, letting a Dom follow her home and see her to her door. Letting him into her actual space would have been way too much too fast.
“Okay,” she muttered to herself, leaning back against the counter and biting back a moan as the pressure increased the throbbing in her ass. “Shower, clothes, breakfast, zoo.”
Not necessarily in that order.
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