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spinning her head around, scrambling what was left of conscious thought. The first release was powerful, therapeutic, cleansing. It was followed by a series of smaller after-tremors—less intense but equally satisfying—filling her cold, rigid frame with warmth, light, a sense of well-being.
    Thea had no idea how long she lay there, Tony’s hands on her, in her, drawing out her demons and replacing them with the quiet glow of submission, of safety, of peace.
    The shudders had left her body, and she was only dimly aware of his fingers stroking her breasts as he released the clamps on her nipples, then the brisk rubbing of his palms on the sensitive nubs to dissipate the sharp pain as the blood rushed back. All the time his soft voice seemed to surround her, his words muffled but offering encouragement, approval, admiration.
    She mewled a little as a soft blanket fell over her tender shoulders and back. His hands under her body raised her from the bench, turned her, then lifted her. She relaxed into Tony's arms as he murmured words into her ear, words she hardly registered as she snuggled into him.
    Tony set her down on a sofa in the aftercare lounge, then settled beside her. Thea crawled into his arms, the blanket still wrapped around her as she began to shiver. Tony pulled it tighter, tucking in the edges.
    “Do you need another blanket? A warm drink?”
    She nodded, grateful for his close attention. “Tea please, in a minute.”
    She was vaguely aware of Tony summoning one of the wait staff and ordering a pot of tea, glad he could manage to do so without relaxing his embrace. She needed this now, this closeness. She desired Tony’s gentle, warm brand of aftercare as much as she had craved his dominance earlier. He was an expert with a whip, a flogger, or a cane, but he came into his own with the cuddles afterwards. It was one of the reasons she adored scening with him, one of the reasons she could contemplate no other Dom since they had started to play together.
    She curled up in his lap, his arms around her. Thea laid her cheek on his chest, loving the feel of the expensive silk mix of his shirt, cool against her face. He smoothed the hair back from her forehead and dropped a light kiss on the top of her head.
    “I’ll be alright soon. Just a few minutes…”
    “No rush, sweetheart. We have all night. Or I do.”
    “I need to get home.”
    “Yeah? Why’s that then?”
    “I, I just do. But you haven’t… I mean, would you like to find a private room?”
    “You beg me to fuck you most times, and it’s no hardship to oblige. But it’s not mandatory. You’re tired, pretty wrung out in fact, and as a rule I prefer my subs to be conscious when I fuck them. I think we’re done here. Apart from this, of course.” He tightened his arms around her, hauling her up against him and rubbing large circles on her back. “Ah, here’s your tea.”
    “I love this… with you. Sir.” Thea’s words were a soft whisper, barely audible. Despite her submissive nature she often struggled to admit out loud to feeling vulnerable. And gratitude was way up there on the same scale of personal risk-taking as far as she was concerned. It was a measure of her trust in Tony that she could say as much as she had.
    “You earn it. Every time, but that was an intense scene. More than usual. Is there anything wrong?”
    “Wrong? What do you mean? I thought you said I did well…”
    “That’s not what I mean. You were very—needy. Demanding, as though you had demons to exorcise. So I wondered what caused that.”
    “Nothing. At least, nothing here. With you.”
    “Okay, I get that you’re entitled to your privacy and I’m not prying. But we are friends, yes? You know you can talk to me. I can listen almost as well as I can handle a flogger.”
    “I do know. It’s not that, and not you. I just, I like to keep things separate. It’s better that way.”
    “I’m not sure I agree, but if you insist. You have my mobile number.