The soft strands fell on her calves and back to her shoulders. Ivy closed her eyes, her thoughts taking a backseat again.
Her body relaxed, suffused with pleasure, endorphins swimming through her body. She closed her eyes, lost in the hot sensations.
Yes, this is what she needed, the perfect thing to turn off her brain. Her body grew heavy. She started to float, lost in her head in a whole different way, her pussy soaked with wetness.
It took Ivy a moment to realize the soft rubbing on the back of her neck. “Hey Princess, going to wake you up now. Bring you back.”
“Nooo,” Ivy half-heartily protested.
Gabe smiled, that particular “you don’t know what’s coming” expression that made her brace and, at the same time, want whatever he was going to do to her.
“No! Ahhh!”
The handle of the flogger came down across the middle of her bare foot. Ivy laughed and squealed, the sensation both pain and pleasure. Her fingers came into fists as Gabe kept striking the soles of her feet.
“Okay, you had fun. Stop now.”
“Why? It’s so much fun to make you squirm.” Gabe laughed at her. As he swept his hand along her foot, Ivy squealed as he started tickling her toes. She squealed and kicked, and Gabe slapped her calves.
“Now, let’s see how wet you are, Princess.” He kissed the base of her spine. Ivy bit her lip as his fingers dove into her folds.
Ivy flexed her feet, squirming under his rough touch. “Ahh, Sir! Gabe!”
“Yeah, you’re going to scream for me now.”
Ivy lifted her head, bit her lip, and shook her head at him.
“Funny, Princess.” His fingers pinched her clit, she yelped. He leaned over her and captured her mouth, his tongue dominating hers.
His warmth, his controlling touch, made her arousal spark. His fingers curled, finding the right spot.
“Babylon.”
“Sir! Gabe!”
She couldn’t hold back. Pleasure mounted too high and big to contain, leaving her gasping and shuddering in one big, blissful heap.
“Yeah, that’s my Princess.” Gabe wiped the hair out of her face. His pleased expression made her glow from the inside out.
“Don’t touch me right now.”
“I know, Princess.” Gabe’s amber eyes glowed with caring. “You need time to come back to me.”Ivy nodded, closing her eyes. Being touched after a scene was like hot prickles against her skin; it was like making a sudden movement when she just found her peace. In the early days, Gabe used to insist on cuddling her before he learned the type of aftercare she needed.
“I’m here when you’re ready.”
She sent him a smile, watching as he tidied up his toys.
It warmed her heart to see him like this: confident, in charge, sure of his Dom self. A session at Club Bandit affirmed their roles.
“I’m good now.” Ivy slowly got herself to a sitting position and slid off the table.
“Come here.” His arms folded around her, and he kissed her slowly, tasting every inch of her. “Beautiful, Princess. You gave me so much tonight.”
Ivy smiled at him, her tummy flip-flopping. She had tried. Even if her thoughts returned to work, she had stayed in the scene with him.
As he guided her out of the room, she realized the music was off in the club, and only Logan and Clara were in the sitting area, sharing an oversized gold fabric chair.
“Hey,” Clara said from Logan’s lap.
