Making it to the bathroom, she pulled down her panties so she could admire the marks across her ass. Her skin was still just very slightly pink, although she wouldn’t have been able to tell if she didn’t have the completely untouched skin of her lower back to directly compare it to, in between the dark welts crossing her cheeks. Those were still so dark pink they were practically red, and Ellie’s breath hissed as she ran her fingers across the center one, craning her neck so she could see herself in the mirror.

Yeah, she was going to be feeling those welts every time she sat down for the next couple of days. Feeling it and thinking about how hot the scene had been. Thinking about Michael fucking her into ecstatic oblivion.

It was a little scary how easily she let go with him, but it gave her hope too. She wouldn’t be able to do let go if she didn’t subconsciously trust him completely. If only she could get her overthinking brain on board with her subconscious, she’d be totally good to go. Well... unless, of course, he ever wanted to talk about her past and what had happened to her, and then if he reacted badly - yeah, there went her brain again.

Closing her eyes, she leaned back against her bathroom counter, hissing as the cool marble pressed against a welt, making her bottom throb painfully and completely derailing her anxious thoughts. With all the hissing she was doing today she was starting to sound like a snake, but it was better than actually shrieking or yelping. Her neighbors wouldn’t notice, but it was kind of an automatic response.

Show no pain.

Turning around, she examined herself in the mirror. At least she’d managed to wash off all her make up last night. When she’d gotten inside and seen her reflection, she’d been a little horrified Michael had let her walk around with her melting makeup, even if it was just from the club to her car and then her car up to her apartment.

A little smile curved her lips as she thought about his goodnight kiss. He’d obviously wanted more, but he hadn’t pressed. Ellie wanted more too, but... she was glad he hadn’t done more than walk her up. Even that had been a big step for her, letting a Dom follow her home and see her to her door. Letting him into her actual space would have been way too much too fast.

“Okay,” she muttered to herself, leaning back against the counter and biting back a moan as the pressure increased the throbbing in her ass. “Shower, clothes, breakfast, zoo.”

Not necessarily in that order.