by Kilted Wookie
She lay, crumpled like the sheets beneath her. Her body had the beautiful ache that followed from his use.
Her nipples stung from the clamps.
Her wrists chaffed from the cuffs.
Her throat raw from the cries of pain.
Her cunt tender from the pounding of his cock.
Her arse burning from the lashes of his belt.
She lay, exhausted but satisfied. He had called her a good girl as he came inside her. His cum still trickled from her well fucked cunt.
Her body used; aftershocks of several intense orgasms still shook her. With her eyes tightly closed, she could still feel his hand around her throat, his tongue on her clit, his cock, oh that wonderful cock, filling her.
The bedroom door opened. He bent over and kissed her tenderly on the lips, placing the steaming mug of tea down on the bedside cabinet next to her.
He lay next to her on the crumpled sheets that still held the smell of their passion. He put his arms around her; holding her tight, spooning into her as he kissed the nape of her neck.
She smiled and allowed herself to stretch out, uncrumpling herself, feeling his strong, firm body next to hers; allowing his touch to restore her.
©Kilted Wookie August 2015