Groaning, Ellie rolled over to pick up her phone and turn off the alarm, and almost immediately shot back onto her side.

HOLY FUCKING OW.

Everything throbbed.

Her ass.

Her nipples.

Her pussy.

Although her shoulders and upper back felt great.

Holding back a wail, Ellie rolled much more carefully to lean over and grab her phone with its inexplicable alarm.

Oh wait... that’s right. I said I’d go to the zoo.

Crap.

Groaning, Ellie turned the alarm off.

Whatever, she was basically awake now anyway, after that painful good morning jolt to her ass.

And Michael’s going to be at the zoo.

Ignoring the taunting little voice in her head, she started to push herself up to a sitting position. She hissed as the position put pressure on her sensitive skin. She could still feel the welts from the strap last night. Heck, she’d probably be feeling them for a few days. A sense of warmth suffused her at the reminder, scattering some of the pain and making it more enjoyable.

She wasn’t sure if Michael’s presence was a draw or a deterrent. While part of her wanted to see him outside of the club, another part of her balked, wanting to draw back and slow down, worried it was too much like a real relationship. Too much pressure.

Real conversations could lead to real confessions...

Her inner demons were silenced - or at least drowned out - by the aches and pains as she managed to get out of bed. One of the many benefits of being a masochist; her physical hurt could distract from her emotional issues. Dr. Amy was occasionally concerned Ellie used her masochism as a crutch, but she wasn’t complaining when it helped her shut up the ugly little voice in her head.

Watson protested sleepily as she moved the covers, accidentally jostling his side of the bed. His grumbling mews subsided quickly enough when she left the bed completely to His Majesty, no longer disturbing his slumber with her movements.

Ouch... ouch...

Standing made her pussy lips rub against her sore clit, which still felt swollen after last night’s abuse, and reminded her that her ass had been seriously stretched as well. Her nipples were sore and pressing against the soft fabric of the tank top she’d worn to bed; not fully distended, but they were slightly hardened just from jiggling as she moved. Man, he’d really worked her over in the best way possible. Ellie couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a scene which had left her with this many delightful little shadow pains and throbbing reminders.

Even as sore as her lady parts were, it was making her a horny.

Although walking kind of sucked.

Waddling was not an attractive look.