After he had held her against the wall for several minutes, he set her feet down long enough to pull his pants up and tie them before picking her up and carrying her from the room. Scenes were being played out all around them, and although some people glanced their way, no one seemed to mind her presence. He took her to a long couch and sat there with her cradled in his arms as a Domme with blonde hair whipped her submissive’s back a short distance away. The man moaned with each lash of his Mistress’s whip. As much as she wanted to watch, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. After a few moments, a warm blanket was draped over her. As tired as she was, she wouldn’t be rude. She opened her mouth to thank the person who had brought it, but Warren put a finger to her lips. “Thank you, Marshall. I’m certain Joy appreciates it as well.” Between the heat of his body, and the blanket he’d cocooned her in, she snuggled deep and drifted in the sweet land between sleep and wakefulness.
