CHAPTER 7
Despite her comment, there wasn’t another round of play in store for her that night. Ray told her to get dressed and they spent the rest of the night talking with friends and eating from the delicious potluck buffet spread.
When she started yawning, Ray called it a night. “Come on, kitten. Time to put you to bed.”
The next morning when she woke up before her men, she felt sore in ways she hadn’t felt sore in a long, long time.
Good ways.
In the bathroom, she turned and examined the bruises on her ass. She smiled. Yep, it was a riding crop. The unmistakable shape was etched in purple on her butt. As she ran her fingers over the marks, she enjoyed the feeling of them there. Some subs didn’t want marks.
Not her. She loved proof of the night remaining on her flesh for a couple
