Tula, said in a dreamy voice so unlike her Domme voice, the contrast was startling. She had no idea how long it was since they’d gradually let Dario’s cock slide out of her and she’d scrambled across the mattress to, she said, hunt out damp flannels, and she didn’t much care. Several minutes? Hours? God knew how long later, she’d crawled back into bed and let Dario wash her before she returned the favor and ministered to his dick. Now, she lay on her back, her arms around Dario so tightly she hoped to hell he didn’t need to cough or sneeze. If he did he’d probably lose his nuts, but she couldn’t bear to let him go. “We haven’t lost it,” she said. “God, love, I was so bloody frightened I’d never get my lover back, let alone my sub. I love our dynamics. I adore the fact you want to be my sub, but that’s nothing compared to how I felt when I thought I’d lost you.” “You haven’t,” Dario agreed, as he wriggled a little and her nipple moved out of his ear.
