Michael worked his cock hard and fast, every thrust jolting against the plug in her ass, making it almost feel like she was being taken in both holes at once... his body slapped against her brutalized ass, making the pain flare like she was being spanked on her already tenderized skin. Her breasts were swollen and throbbing in his hands, her nipples agonized points trapped between his fingers, and with every breath a new wave of tingling ecstasy poured through her. She clung to the bars of the jail, unable to do anything but ride it out as Michael worked out his own needs, satisfaction chasing pleasure at finally being completely on the receiving end of his attentions, the way she’d fantasized about ever since he’d shown up at the club.

She nearly sobbed when she felt him pulsing inside of her, his hands pulling her back against his chest so she couldn’t even wriggle as he groaned in her ear, his hot breath panting against her skin. A submissive’s pure delight at serving her Dom welled up inside of her, filling her with a sense of contentment which had been missing from every other scene she’d ever done. She’d had sex in scenes before, she’d been praised by Doms before for the scenes she’d done with them, but none of them had ever felt like this to her.

She felt completely blissed out.

Satiated.

Almost proud.

“Good girl,” Michael breathed in her ear as his hands gentled, his body relaxing against hers, supporting her rather than holding her. She whimpered a little as he gently caressed her poor nipples, sending little shocks of pain through the last shudders of her orgasm, enhancing the pleasure from that small bite.

He’d included a demand to provide after care in the contract and, for the first time, Ellie completely let go and gave all of her control over to her Dom. She just let herself enjoy being picked up and carried out of the room, wrapped in a blanket and snuggled onto Michael’s lap, his strong arms cradling her almost reverently. Sighing happily, she nestled in, completely oblivious to the stares around them of people who had never seen her so happily content in the aftercare corner before.

Michael made sure she ate some chocolate and held a water bottle to her lips to drink. She had no idea what the passage of time was like. She felt so woozy, so relaxed... it was like being drunk, except even when she was drunk she didn’t let go like this. People came by to chat with Michael and she ignored them, not caring enough to see who they were.