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and I felt a pang of loss.
    But,
Sir… I wasn’t sure if I’d thought it or said it out loud.
Either way, Marc didn’t respond, but trailed his fingers up my
spine as if coming around to the front of the stocks.
    I wasn’t sure
exactly what was happening, but I was fine with floating on through
my private reverie, my pulse pounding through the areas Marc had
been hitting.
    My perception
tilted a little, and then there was warmth—skin against mine. I
wound my arms around Marc and nuzzled his skin, loving his scent,
everything about him.
    The next thing
I knew, I was cocooned in a blanket, held in Marc’s arms, with only
a vague idea that I’d been taken out of the stocks. The blindfold
was gone too, and I smiled up at him. “Hi.”
    Marc loosened
his hold on me enough to get a good look at my face. “Hey. You’re
back.”
    I reached up
to brush his hair out of his eyes, and his expression softened.
After brushing a kiss over my forehead, he asked, “How are you
feeling?”
    I took stock.
My ass and the backs of my upper thighs felt bruised, but apart
from that I was fine. “Good, Sir. Did I fall asleep?”
    “No, Nell.” He
looked amused, though I thought I’d glimpsed a shadow of relief,
too. “You went into subspace. It’s an altered state where your body
distances itself from pain to deal with it.”
    “Okay.” Still
a little disoriented, I tried to snuggle farther under the
blanket.
    Marc reached
over my head, then held a small bottle of water in front of me.
“Drink.”
    Now that he
said it, I was thirsty. I took the bottle and gulped down half the
contents within almost no time at all. By the time I’d finished,
the strange, intense, headspacey feeling had been much reduced.
    “Swap?” Marc
held up a chocolate bar, and I grinned, exchanging the water bottle
for it immediately.
    “Are you sure
I didn’t die and go to heaven or something? You’re feeding me
chocolate now?”
    He laughed.
“Trust me, if this was heaven there’d be more chocolate than
this.”
    “Good
point.”
    I bit into the
chocolate-and-caramel goodness and savoured the taste and the sugar
rush, while Marc held me and stroked my hair. It was only a small
bar, but it was enough to bring me around.
    Marc eased me
off his lap, and I winced at the soreness of my bruised buttocks,
rolling onto my stomach on the bed. “I’m not going to be able to
sit down for a week, am I?”
    “Not
comfortably.” Marc pulled something out of the nightstand and
returned to my side. Squeezing ointment out of the tube, he
examined my ass. “But you have some gorgeous stripes for now.”
    As best I
could, I twisted my upper body to get a look at the affected area.
It wasn’t easy, but I glimpsed the top couple of straight,
horizontal red welts, with a deep flush of purple beginning to
emerge beneath them. “Wow. I’ve never seen anything like this.”
    Marc smoothed
cooling ointment over the skin, and I winced at the pressure before
the heat receded a little. Sighing, I lay horizontal and let him
take care of me. “That feels amazing. Thank you so much.”
    We spent a few
minutes in companionable silence as he finished with the ointment,
then used a wet wipe to clean the excess from his hands. Then he
slid his fingers between my ass cheeks to tap the end of the plug.
“Get on your hands and knees, Nell. We need to take this out.”
    I obeyed
slowly, shivering slightly as the plug made its presence known. I’d
almost forgotten about it until now.
    “On second
thoughts…” Marc rolled me onto my side and stretched out beside me,
pulling me close. He kissed me, then teased my lips open with his
tongue. I fell into the kiss, the urgency I’d felt when he’d rubbed
the cane against my clit returning.
    Marc ground
his growing erection against my pussy, and with a moan I tilted my
hips, pressing my swollen clit against the hardness beneath the
leather. The combination was too erotic for words.
    “I’m going to
fuck you while you’re