Page 111 of Masters of Pleasure
Avery
I’m here.
The text came in thirty seconds before the knock on her door, and Avery went hurrying to answer it.The door, that was.
Jerking open the door, she wasn’t really sure what to expect, but a scowling, grumpy Nick wasn’t it.He looked as if he’d had a rough night in the kitchen, not an enjoyable night at the club.
“Hi.”She didn’t know what else to say, so she kept it short and simple.Something in his expression softened, which was a relief, as he stepped up to give her a kiss.
“Hey,” he murmured as his lips descended and covered hers as his hands slid around her.
Avery melted into him and felt him relax against her.She wasn’t tipsy, but she still had a bit of a mead buzz going on—half from the alcohol and half from the sugar content.
When she slid her hands around him and up his back, he stiffened and flinched.She quickly lifted them up and away.
“Sorry,” he said, pulling away from the kiss and wincing.“I’m still a little tender—they demonstrated the flogger and the whip on our shoulders.”
“Yeah?How was it?”Avery stepped back into the apartment, letting him in, then closed the door behind him.Only then did she notice he was walking a little oddly—stiff-legged.
Pressing her lips together—it really wasn’t funny, even though it made her want to laugh—she sat next to him on the couch, curling into his side without touching him.His arm went around her shoulders, fingers trailing down her arm and gently tracing little circles.Remembering his nipples would probably be tender, she rested her head in the crook of his neck.
“It hurt.It still hurts.You sure that’s what you want?”
It was Avery’s turn to stiffen and not because of physical pain.The dubiousness in his voice, as if he was having trouble believing she could actually want to be flogged and whipped…
“Yes.”
“Hey, come here.”Nick’s arm pulled her back in, not into his side but onto his lap.
Taking a deep breath, Avery let herself relax against him.She felt bad when he winced again because she bet his butt was pretty sore too, but hey, she hadn’t tried to sit on his lap.He’d put her there.
“I didn’t mean to sound judgmental.It’s hard for me because I went through it, and I know it’s not what I want.I’m sore all over.Everything hurts.My shirt is rubbing the hell out of my nipples.And there is nothing less sexy than having my brother watch while some dude wails on me with a whip.”
Avery laughed so hard, she snorted, leaning against Nick’s chest.She could feel the vibration of his chuckles as his hands gently stroked the sides of her ass and thighs.
“Well, when you put it like that…” she said as her laughter subsided to giggles.“I promise it will be sexier when you do it to me, and I absolutely will enjoy it.”
“Even the soreness after?”The plain confusion in his voice made her feel a little better.He wasn’t judging her; he was trying to understand her.
Squirming around on his lap, so she could get a good look at him, she leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose.
“Especially the soreness after.Every time I feel it, it will make me think of you.”
His eyes lit up with both understanding and interest.
“That doesn’t sound so bad.”
“It’s not.”She grinned and pressed a kiss to his lips.
When she finally pulled away, Nick groaned, shifting beneath her, obviously trying to find a comfortable position.He looked at her with big, plaintive, puppy dog eyes.
“Will you think any less of me if I say I want to go to bed and cuddle?”
“Not at all.”Avery grinned.“That sounds perfect.”
Truthfully, her vagina could use a rest.The lingering soreness made her think of him, but they’d been having so much sex, she was hitting the threshold of whether or not it was pleasant.Cuddling and thinking about all the delightfully devious things he was learning how to do her while he recovered from his first experience of what a submissive went through sounded pretty darn good.
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