Chapter Thirteen
Baroness Blaise awoke first from this almost sedated slumber that seemed to be the consequence of her nervous system being forced blithely past an uncountable number of its previous limits of intense sensation of all sorts. Her breast and buttocks and anus and p***y all ached rather deliciously, and apparently her Lord and Master’s requirement of her pain to unlock his c**k did not apply when he was asleep. A totally delightful erection nestled between her bottom cheeks as he cuddled her from behind, adopting the position known to couples since time immemorial as spooning...though given what that very implement had just done to her poor sore breasts, that term would always have a different complexity for her now.
And indeed, Trevor was in fact dreaming, actually, a rath
