A Taste of “Breathe Each Other In”, from Author Thianna D.

I am pleased to have Thianna D. as a guest on my blog today. Thianna has just released the final book in her “All They Ever Needed” trilogy, “Breathe Each Other In“, a smoking hot M/M DD relationship novel.

And even though “Breathe Each Other In” concludes Logan and Christian’s story, Thianna has authored many other books–check out her website. Seriously, the girl can write, and you’ll need a series of cold showers when you read her sexy, kinky stories!

(Warning: Thianna’s work and the snippet below are 18/21+ NSFW for adult readers only.)

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For Logan & Christian, one thing makes all the difference.

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“Breathe Each Other In”

3rd in the “All They Ever Needed” trilogy

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While the outside world might try to undermine them, Logan and Christian’s relationship just grows stronger. In this, the final part of the All They Ever Needed trilogy, their lives take an unexpected turn.

Christian takes to heart everything he learns from Logan’s father and as he and Logan go forward in their DD relationship, he finds that he is willing to not just take on the mantle of Head of House, but to embrace it. With Logan graduating from college, Christian takes the next logical step and asks his boyfriend to move in.

Even with the stress of student teaching and trying to figure out what to do after graduation, Logan leaps at the chance to live with the man he loves. As the pressure of graduation begins to get to him, the only thing to keep him grounded is the amazing man at his side.

Those closest to them make huge changes in their own lives and when an unexpected job offer lands in Logan’s lap, the two have to make a life altering decision. No matter which way they go, they need to give something up. Play it safe and stay home or accept the job and move away from their families? When it comes to decision time, there is one thing they are not willing to part with. That one thing makes all the difference in the world.

“All They Ever Needed” trilogy:

Book 1: As Natural As Breathing

Book 2: Took My Breath Away

Book 3: Breathe Each Other In

Enjoy this hot snippet from Christian and Logan:

Logan could not look away, but he also could not stay away any longer. Wrapping his hand behind Christian’s head, he slammed his body against the wall, kissing him hard. Their teeth momentarily collided before he twisted his head slightly as did Christian and their tongues danced together again even as their hands touched and tweaked and smoothed skin on each other’s body, moans, gasps, and groans the soundtrack they barely were cognizant of.

“Logan,” Christian murmured against his lips, his hand lightly clasping Logan’s neck. “Logan, fuck me now or I’m gonna cum.”

Taking a moment to breathe – which was a wonderful experience in itself as since their lips were so close together, he was breathing in the man in front of him – Logan nodded and took a half step backward. “From the front or back?”

Momentarily surprised, Christian looked around his shower and his eyes landed on a small ledge that was opposite to the fixtures. “Think I can balance on that? I really want to look into your eyes.”

Humming slightly, Logan nodded. “I think we can try to make it work. Let me get suited up and then we can see if we can do this.”

Christian walked over to the ledge and stood there watching as Logan unwrapped the lubricated condom and put it on. “I love your cock,” he mused, making Logan look up and smile.

“Ditto, baby. Now, hop up and wrap your legs around my arms.”

There was a lot of laughter as Christian tried to hop up twice, sliding down the wall each time. “Damn, I’m not a kid anymore,” he said, gasping. “I think it’s too small. Maybe we should do it from behind.”

Not one to give up easily, Logan shook his head. “I have a better idea. Ready to take this out of the shower?”

“Sure.”

They dried off quickly, not taking any time as they both were hard and wanting. “Come on.” Logan went into the bedroom and sat on the bed with his back against the wall. “Mount up, baby.”

Surprised, Christian walked up and looked at him. “You want me to—”

“Yes,” Logan said, looking at him. “It’s a position I haven’t tried before but I know guys do it all the time. If you don’t want to—”

“No, I want to.” Straddling Logan’s legs, Christian reached behind him to grasp Logan’s cock, guiding it to his entrance and slowly pushing down. His eyes widened as his mouth slightly gaped open. “Holy hell!”

“Take your time,” Logan encouraged, leaning forward to take Christian’s left nipple in between his lips and sucking. “I have plenty of things I can do.”

“Fuck!” Christian moaned, pushing up on his knees and slowly lowering himself down again. “This is amazing.”

In complete agreement, Logan was having to purposefully control his breathing so as not to cum too quickly. Christian was so tight this way and with him having the control to move as slowly as he wanted to, it was an incredible torture to Logan. And he loved it and hated it and definitely wanted more. As Christian sank all the way down, they both let out a whoosh of air in relief.

“I like this position,” Christian murmured, using his fingertips to nudge Logan’s face up so he could kiss him. To Logan’s surprise, Christian took hold of both of his hands and held them right above his shoulders. “You are so incredibly edible, gorgeous. And I’m such a lucky man.”

 

About the author:

ThiannaD_NewAvatarThianna D is a writer of both het and m/m erotic romance. Most of her works include BDSM or DD. Logan and Christian brought together the domestic discipline way of life, spanking in an erotic context, and two amazing characters she loves very much. It is difficult to say goodbye to them as this is the final book in the trilogy. Thankfully she has a list of books she’s writing – that should help.

 

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Excerpt Four from “Betrayed by Desire and Blood”. Four, and out.

Hey, guess what? This is the last excerpt from “Betrayed by Desire and Blood”, because the book releases tomorrow (that’s 5/22/14 for those of you visiting from the future).

And to celebrate, ya know what I’m gonna do? I’m going to finish the naughty scene you’ve been reading the past two Crawls. Yep, actual finish, as in “happy ending”, “check please”, “I need a PBJ sammich”. Never let it be said that Corey Tremaine Harper kept a girl hanging.

And yo, if you need a warm-up, go back and read Excerpts Two and Three. Cuz it’s totally obvious I’m all about the foreplay.

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Copyright © 2014 Corey Harper
Corey Harper Books

 

He felt bigger than he ever had before. She knew that was impossible, but the thinking part of her brain was drowning in the nonstop waves of the most unbelievable orgasm she’d ever had with him. And that was saying something.

Duncan was motionless inside her, holding firm to her swollen breasts, and nipples so hard they felt like they could cut glass. Every time she thought her orgasm was about to subside, it would plateau a moment, then climb again. The pain was still there, but it was so odd—it didn’t matter, because it somehow became a pleasure so concentrated she had no words for it.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” That was all she could think of.

And then Duncan began to move inside her. The never–ending orgasm became the stuff of legend. She could feel every inch of him inside her tightest opening, every vein, every fold, every aspect of his gigantic swollen head. Again she felt the urge to oust this intruder, but only for an instant.

What had been hottest hot went supernova. She couldn’t tell if her eyes were open; all she could see were bright flashes against a blue velvet backdrop. She couldn’t tell where her limbs ended, where the boundaries of her skin were, where Duncan began. Her whole world both expanded to a nameless universe, and telescoped to that massive, blazing rod inside her.

He eased back, and pushed in, his movements at first slow. She was frozen at the end of him, hanging there in the cold water that seemed to boil around her now. Her legs were so rigid the way they were locked around him, she doubted even his tremendous strength could bend them. She felt his turgid cockhead stroking in and out, forward and back, massaging and caressing inside her. His prominent flare slid like a silken plunderer against her inner tissues, and its hardness felt like it was in her pussy at the same time, the thin wall of skin scarce barrier to the sensations she was experiencing.

And the damn orgasm just kept building. To say it washed over her in waves was like comparing water trickling from a faucet to the crashing weight of a tsunami.

Now he began to move faster. Drawing back, then thrusting forward, his tempo increased. Even though his imposing girth and length resonated across the barrier, her cunt started to feel empty.

The moment she felt it, he sensed it, and his fingers were at the entrance to her pussy. His hand had glided from her breasts down her tummy, between her clenching thighs, and separated her labia. His long second finger slipped between her lips, slick with her essence even under water. Pushing first one, then two, then three fingers inside her quim, he stroked them in and out in rhythm with his impaling shaft.

Oh my g… g… g!” Her voice was no more than guttural, the power of reason on its way out.

His other hand slid down from her breast. Part of her whimpered from the loss, another part wasn’t sure he’d actually been touching her there, her nervous system was so overwhelmed. He cradled her tummy with that hand, his broad palm spreading to almost cover her entire belly. Holding her thus, he began to move ever faster.

She gasped, her breath catching on the hook of the climbing sensation. His one hand on her belly, the other buried in her snatch, he levered her forward and back along his shaft, sliding in and out of her faster and faster.

She screamed again as another steaming torrent surged from her. Aroma rose from the water’s surface, and boiling fluids gushed over them both from below. So intense, too intense, and yet…

“Harder,” she grunted, her beast coming forth, her muscles thickening, her curves growing even more lush. “God damn you, Duncan, fuck me harder!”

She felt the chuckle in his mind, followed fast by a snarl as his own brute awakened in response to hers, his muscles rippling with the change. He pulled her away from his body till he popped out of her asshole. Just as she was about to scream from the sudden shock, he rammed himself back in, sending her cry to a quick death. She couldn’t breathe. Her heart was exploding in her chest, her ribs hammering, her breasts heaving and swelling even heavier. Now she couldn’t even see the flashes on the blue backdrop; it was all one huge firework. Her brain went somewhere far away, and any thought was impossible. And still

Harder! Fuck me, you fucking fucker, fuck me HARDER!”

She had no idea if she had thought that or spoken it. But it got results. She caught some flit from his head about the water density slowing him down, and the next moment they were on the shore. No idea how that happened.

His feet squished in the spongy moss as he carried her away from the water. She was still suspended on him, suspended from him, that iron–hard dick still moving inside her. He held her aloft, her hands flailing behind her, finding his hips. Her sith claws popped forth and she dug in, stabbing his skin, anchoring herself in his flesh. Coppery blood scented the air. He grunted and grabbed her hips, his fingers painful steel against her pelvic bones. She didn’t care.

Just harder. Just more.

His incredible sith strength held her like a rag doll, now pumping her along his shaft like the fuck–toy she delighted in being with him. The concentration of sheer fucking joy she’d felt since she’d asked him to plunge into her with no warning or pause, and he did, took that pleasure–pain somewhere she had never been.

It wasn’t even this universe.

She had released his creature, and it had responded to her urging like the brute it was—mindless, rutting, its descent to pure animal complete. She loved him for it, for allowing her to free that tightly controlled part of him, knowing he would keep her safe even while it hurt.

She sent him the deluge of emotions she was experiencing, and she felt his cock jump inside her in response. He threw back his head and bellowed, crushing her to him, his hands painful and hard across her tender breasts, her silken belly, her engorged pussy lips. Her clit stood straight out, demanding.

He bulged even more inside her, making her cry out, at the same time her claws dug deeper into his hips, her legs tighter, urging him to more. She was squashed against him now, her back to his iron chest, her trembling ass mashed into his groin with every plunge he took.

She rocked her hips, trying to draw him deeper. If this orgasm was to have a crest, she was nearing it now, otherwise she felt she would die from it. This riptide yanked her along, tossing her like flotsam, she helpless in its power, and his. He held her as if she didn’t matter, but like she mattered more than anything she could imagine. Like useless debris, but precious jewels. Like death, but life everlasting.

Every last mote of self evaporated, and she was pure surrender. And in that moment of surrender, she was free. Past, present, future—none mattered. She existed, weightless, somewhere, somewhen, else. A glow expanded inside her mind then. Things previously tethered began to struggle free, things kept captured, indentured, imprisoned. Her mind’s eye looked, and wondered.

What was that?

Duncan’s pace was harsh and unforgiving, and she was afire. Please. Please, Duncan. At the same moment his thumb found her clit, he jammed his teeth to her neck and bit, hard.

She came, but the word gave it short shrift. What had been explosions, fireworks, novae, now became blackest black, and whitest white. Everything existed at once. Nothing had a name.

Duncan engorged to heroic proportions in response to the immense feelings he sensed from her, and began to spurt his seed deep inside her. Somehow through the clouds among which she floated, she felt him come, heard his roar, felt his every molecule ripple and vibrate in sync with hers.

They quivered together, the two of them, a long time. He held her to him, close, close. She melted into him, wanting nothing more in that moment but to shelter inside that massive male body.

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Okey-dokey. I really do need a sammich now.

I hope you had fun with the excerpts from Book Two. Next week–yep, you guessed it–we start with Book Three, “Legacy of Desire and Blood”.

And of course you know Book Two is now available at all fine retailers, right? Like Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, Apple

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Excerpt Three from “Betrayed by Desire and Blood”. You asked; I answered.

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Has it been a week already? Seems like just yesterday I was posting something naughty that Duncan and Kenzi did. Fortunately, there is no dearth of naughty things that they do. To whit:

We’ll pick up where we left off last week. (If you need a “warm-up”, go back and have a read of that post.) In a blog comment on that post, someone asked me to let the poor girl experience a “release”. Be careful what you wish for.

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Copyright © 2014 Corey Harper
Corey Harper Books

 

Kenzi loved and ached for Duncan all the more, because she knew he was doing this to swell her pleasure ten–fold, a thousand–fold. And she knew he would allow her release when he was damn good and ready.

The thought made her sink into him, like she was becoming even tinier against his massive bulk. It was acknowledgement of her surrender to him, to give up her control so she could be in that moment, in all those moments, she knew he would create for her. All she had to do was submit, and know that her submission drove him to even greater levels of excitement.

And she felt it in him, her submission intensifying his energy. Like he was crackling with electricity. It boggled her sometimes, this male energy—it seemed bottomless. Knowing it was all focused on her, would always be focused on her, was almost overwhelming. If she was a human girl, she probably would have fainted.

He must be feeling a little overwhelmed too, because she felt his erection pushing past the waistband of his jeans, the firm yet silken head emerging to press against her perineum. The heat radiating from it burned through her, even in the chilled water, sending a frisson of desire like a jolt vibrating in her cells.

She looked up at him again, and he was smiling at her. “What’s funny?” she asked. Sometimes it was nice to hear him talk, rather than always reading his mind.

“I was just thinking what a crazy day it’s been,” he said, his voice low and rumbly the way she liked.

She giggled. “Even for us, I think.” For the moment, she stopped trying to get her hand between them, and encircled his neck with her arms.

He chuckled. “Even for us.” His face went serious. “How are you feeling?”

She cocked her head. “Don’t you already know?”

His full, sensual lips quirked. “Sometimes I’d rather hear you talk.”

“Oh.” Great minds. “Well, I’m not sure my brain has caught up to everything yet. It’s bizarre to have gone the last four centuries being a part of this world—the sith world—but not really a part of it. Know what I mean?” He nodded, and she continued. “And then to have a whole lot of the sith world happen all at once… I just haven’t caught up yet. I thought I was going to lose you today.” She saw his face furrow, and hastened, “But I’m okay, really. I’m pretty resilient, you know.”

“Yes, you are,” he said.

She lowered her eyes. “Are you going to find out just how resilient?” She sent him a very specific image of herself she thought would get his attention.

It did. His eyes widened, and his erection jumped against her. “Is that what you would like?”

She nodded, eyes still downcast. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since it happened. A whole month!”

He put his forefinger under her chin and drew her up to look in his eyes. “You know I loved it, too.”

“You did?”

“Couldn’t you tell?”

She giggled; now he was teasing her. That was okay; two could play that. She had felt how the head of his erection had swelled against her warm skin when she sent him her naughty image. Now she undulated her hips, a tiny movement forward and back, enough to stroke his tumescence an inch or so. And move it towards where she wanted it.

“Vixen,” he said, the single word so deep, so heavy with promise, that she froze a moment. His eyes had darkened from their usual azure to cobalt. He gazed at her, and she felt transfixed by his scary, shiver–inducing stare, much the way she thought a deer might feel when looking up from grazing to see a hungry cougar about to pounce, its yellow eyes glowing.

“What are you going to do to me?” she couldn’t help asking. She had a pretty good idea, but he always surprised her. And somehow, asking drove up the fear level, and hence her excitement.

“Everything,” he said, his voice a low–pitched growl.

Her breath caught. He held her with one arm while he peeled off his shirt with the other hand and tossed it onto the bank. She crushed herself against his now bare chest, rubbing her swollen breasts against his muscles, gasping at the sensation of his chest hairs chafing her soft skin and achingly hard nipples. He buried his face in her soaking curls, his lips brushing the delicate skin of her neck. She felt him part his lips and nip her neck with his sharp teeth, making her jump and squeal, then sigh and melt against him.

Her hands came up and gripped his wet hair, fisting in his thick raven locks. Her fingers tightened when he nipped her again, harder this time. She felt his inner snarl from her passionate grip, and he bit her neck, drawing forth a pair of burgundy droplets. He lapped them up, continuing several moments until the puncture healed over.

“It’s okay,” she breathed, her right cheek against his. “I like when you do that.”

He groaned, deep in his chest, the vibration rumbling through her ribs. The image of the giant, unnamed predator came to her again, and she marveled that all his power was under such tight control. But that he could release it at any moment, and she would be helpless to fight it. And why would she want to?

She felt his right hand glide up the wet curve of her hip. His other hand still cradled her bottom, keeping her afloat, allowing her to tighten her legs around the hard muscles of his waist and pull closer to him. When she felt his hand slide along the outer curve of her full breast, she moaned and closed her eyes.

He cupped the weight of her left breast in his big palm, lifting it just enough for the soft flesh to fill his hand, telling her how much he loved her curviness, her lush womanliness. And just as she was sighing into his touch, he slid his thumb and forefinger inward and pinched her nipple. Not hard, not so soon, but enough to send that welcome shock of greedy craving in a straight line from her nipple to her groin. Her legs stiffened and her ankles locked even tighter around his waist.

His left hand under her bottom crept across her round globes and to the cleft of her perineum. She could feel his fingers pause there, between her increasingly swollen lips, and her clenching rosette. With his first two fingers, he stroked her in light, languid caresses, staying in the between–zone, keeping her wondering, and sending her lust skyrocketing. His touch both tickled and incited, and the two sensations warred under her skin, sending her brain into a whirl and driving her desire to the edge.

With no warning, he plunged his two stroking fingers between her pussy lips, and his thumb against her clit. At the same time, he squeezed her nipple hard, stretching its turgid fullness out from her chest.

She shrieked and came, her body wracking against his in shuddering quakes. Warm fluid ejected from her under the water and onto his thrusting fingers. She clutched herself to him, shaking and quivering as the waves of her orgasm crashed through her.

When she could open her eyes and breathe again, she gasped in a huge breath and saw he was grinning at her.

“Surprise,” he said.

Her answering giggle was mostly panting, but she managed to say, “I like your surprises.”

He slid out of his jeans and hurled them onto the moss bank of the spring pond. His erection sprang free, its impressive length nestling from her throbbing lips to her rearmost cleft. She reached behind herself to stroke her fingers across the head, making him close his eyes and groan. Rotating her hips, she ground herself the length of his heated shaft, feeling him swell and become even harder. In the chill of the spring water, it was like sitting on a scorching brand.

Holding on to his shoulders, she leaned back, forcing the flared corona of his pulsing erection to jerk against her puckered rosette. At its touch, she clenched, told herself to relax. When he’d taken her there, a month ago before all the craziness began, she’d never known anything that seemed so naughty could feel so intense and wonderful. That the pain was not like any other pain, and that when it transformed, not like any other ecstasy.

She trembled, and opened her eyes to find him gazing at her. “Hello,” she said.

Of course he knew what she was thinking. “Are you sure?”

“I want to know what it feels like when you… you know,” she said, lowering her eyes, her cheeks flushing red.

“You seem conflicted.”

“I’m a girl,” she said. “Pretty much the way it works.” She tickled the edges of his thoughts, saw what he was about to say. “Yes, I remember my safe words—red, yellow… and green.” She raised her eyes to his, gave him a shy smile. “Olive, forest, hunter, lime, British racing.”

A growl rumbled from deep in his massive chest and emerged an animal snarl. He spun her around so that her back was against his chest, her round ass pressing his cock between their bodies. She threw her head back against his shoulder as he lifted her and slid his thudding erection between her thighs. Sighing when she felt the large flare of his cockhead slip between her labia, and moaning when his big hands came up and cupped her breasts, she hung suspended on his maleness, the water and his tumescence her support.

He pinched both her nipples at the same moment, sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through her. She heated, her belly muscles scrunching, and she bent her legs back to hook her toes around his granite–hard upper calves, leaning forward.

She knew it would hurt, but was not prepared for how much. The pain exploded through her like a constellation on fire, sparks flashing against the inside of eyelids that had shuttered tight in reaction.

Holy Mother of— He had pressed the head of his rock–hard erection against her creased rosette for only a moment, then had thrust straight in, pausing just an instant as she clenched in instinct against the thick invader, her tight ring clamping behind the flare of his corona, her muscles trying to expel this very foreign object.

He held her, murmuring reassurances, telling her to use her safe word if she had changed her mind about wanting him to do this. She bit her lip, unable to speak, and thought for a flash about telling him to stop, but then it happened.

The transformation. Had to be one of the weirdest damn things ever.

Distracted and wobbled by the initial sting, and gripping tight in her innate reaction to resist, several moments passed before she recognized the warmth stealing over her. And then it got even hotter, as her pussy began to contract.

Oh my fucking fuck!” she screamed, a thunderous orgasm crashing through her. It went on and on, building higher and higher, until she was arched straight out from his body, her legs still locked around his, her hands atop his where he held her breasts, his cock deep inside her ass. And he hadn’t even moved it yet.

He felt bigger than he ever had before. She knew that was impossible, but the thinking part of her brain was drowning in the nonstop waves of the most unbelievable orgasm she’d ever had with him. And that was saying something.

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I hope everyone feels better that Kenzi got some relief from mean old Duncan’s torturing. Ah, but I’m sure he isn’t through with her yet.

Leave a comment and let me know what you thought. And enter to win a free copy of this book right here!

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sub Drop: The Sucky Aftermath of Big Fun

Copyright © 2014 Corey Harper

 

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“Nothing.”

Her voice on the phone sounded flat to him, like the joy she usually felt towards him had been surgically removed.

“I don’t believe you,” he said, taking an inward breath she could not hear, as his chest went cold. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Silence.

“Talk to me, baby girl,” he said.

Again, silence.

“I’m waiting,” he said. He heard a murmur. “What was that?”

“I said, I have to go,” she said.

“Stop,” he said.

“What?”

“You need to talk to me. Something is very wrong. I can feel you detaching from me.” He heard a small huff. Then:

“You’re sixty miles away at your house, and I’m here in my apartment,” she said, her voice getting smaller with each word. “Nothing you can do anyway.” Another nearly inaudible breath. “You have that meeting tomorrow.”

“Don’t be so sure I can do nothing,” he said, his voice lowering to a growl. “Explain.”

“I…” She paused. “I don’t know.”

He felt the thread of her slipping away from him. Their bond was usually monumental, unshakeable. Each knew what the other was thinking, almost every moment. She usually spoke it first, because her brain worked faster than his. But they were always in sync, about everything.

Until now.

“I really have to go,” she said, and before he could reply, she was gone.

He stared at the phone screen, her avatar—the cute little girl sticking out her tongue at him—not making him chuckle like it usually did. It felt like the real little girl, sixty-three miles away in her small apartment, was fading beyond his reach.

She had never refused to tell him her feelings before when he had asked, and when she knew them. Certainly, she was a private person, and in the five weeks and six days they had been seeing each other, and playing with each other, getting her to open up about her core self had been challenging at times. But when she did speak, she was honest, and loving, and always considerate of his emotions.

And until this moment, she had never flatly refused to explore with him what she was feeling.

Usually she welcomed his probing, because he had opened within her a part of herself she had not known existed. A part that, they had both discovered, was who she truly was. She had layered so much atop it that it had taken him awhile to pry all the shielding loose, but from the first day they had met, he knew it was there. And, after awhile, so did she.

But this. This was new.

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Two seconds after she hung up on him, she turned her phone off and put it in the drawer of the pink enameled nightstand he had bought her over their weekend together. Rolling onto her side, she clutched to her tummy the stuffed white bunny with the funny pink nose he had gotten her the weekend before.

She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She felt horrid, like having the flu and her kitty cat had died, all at the same time. Even putting on her favorite pink jammies with the frolicking bunnies on them hadn’t helped.

She reached out next to her on the bed and ran her fingers through the fur of her calico cat, Patchy. The resulting purr reassured her that her kitty was well, and her negative thoughts hadn’t hurt her baby.

Shifting, she brought her hands up to her face. The rope marks around her wrists were red, textured, and very pretty. When he had taken her to the dungeon club, he had warned her she would see things, intense things, and that she was to tell him if it got to be too much for her.

She remembered feeling, at that time, that he was crazy. Too much? What she saw when they had arrived felt to her like all the Christmases she had ever had as a child, rolled into one. If anything, it wasn’t enough!

Now, she felt… shattered. Sapped. And the way it felt, she was sure she would always feel like this. It was permanent. Never going away. Sucked.

The way she had felt last night at the dungeon… She could barely describe it then, much less now.

He had done things to her in the weeks before, wonderfully terrible things, and she always felt that euphoria with him. He had told her about private dungeon clubs, which she had never been to. He always made her feel so much younger and more inexperienced than he, even though they were the same age—their birthdays were only a month apart. But he was never anything less than patient and understanding with her naiveté.

At last she had felt ready to go with him to the club. It was a private dungeon, and apparently for exclusive clientele. She was so glad he had gotten her an outfit to wear—if the leather leash and collar, and matching bustier, could be called an outfit. The bustier had garters for which he had gotten her black stockings. And black heels so high she had to hang onto him the entire time she was standing. But no panties. She had felt so naughty walking from the car to the club entrance, nothing over her near-nakedness but an overcoat he’d wrapped around her.

In the two weeks leading up to their excursion, he had told her more and more about what she would see. And she had gotten more and more excited and aroused as the date drew near.

She’d asked him repeatedly what it felt like to be in the ropes, suspended. The numerous times he’d tied her, she had felt a calm flow over her she never knew could exist. For those moments—she never knew how long it was—in the ropes, she began to feel emerge that part of her she’d hidden for so long. That small part.

That little part.

He’d shown her pictures and videos of girls hanging upside down in the ropes. He’d taken her to talk to other female submissives about it. And she never failed to notice the huge, content smiles that came over their faces as they remembered—smiles almost as big as the ones on the faces of the subs in the pictures and the videos.

“Rope drunk”, he called it.

She wanted to be rope drunk. She wanted even higher sensations of that elusive calm to wash over her. It was very hard for her to admit—to him, to herself—but she wanted her little to come out.

That’s what he called it: her little. As in, little girl, baby girl. Sometimes he just called her “bg”, which made her giggle and sigh, all at the same time. After spending most of her life with that ever so tender part of herself closed up, she was finally letting it out with him, every little part of her.

Usually that bad joke they’d come up with—every little part of her—made her giggle as well, but this late Sunday night it just made her sad.

The bunny wasn’t enough, so she rolled over and pulled Patchy to her chest. The cat squirmed for a moment, but settled and started purring again. It wasn’t the first time she’d relied on her kitty for comfort, but in the past it had always been before she’d found her Dom. Now, it was…

What?

She didn’t want to see him, didn’t even want to talk to him. It felt like it was over, like he’d set sail and was far out to sea, so far she couldn’t see him or touch him or call him.

He was just gone from her.

At the moment, she wasn’t so sure that was a bad thing. The very thought of him touching her—or even talking to her—made her want to run and curl into a ball in a deep cold hole. Kind of how it felt now—a deep, cold hole. Like some little trapped animal waiting for the hunter to come and collect her. She felt this relentless pressure from him… What’s going on. Talk to me. Tell me what you are feeling. Blah blah blah.

That just made her never want to tell him anything, ever.

And since this was obviously permanent, this shitty crappy horrible feeling, she knew she never would have to tell him anything ever again anyway.

But that small part of her—that little part of her—way deep inside, was crying. Naked, cold, arms wrapped around herself. Crying her little heart out.

She just didn’t get it. The dungeon had been the most amazing time, even more amazing than she could have imagined. Because he had surprised her after they got to the demo room, when he handed her leash to the rope Dom with the beard stubble and the smirk who was going to do the suspension demonstration.

“Surprise,” he had told her. “Happy six week anniversary.”

She had stared at him agog, and then the impact of what he had done warmed over her like a spring day.

For the next two hours, she had been under the care of the rope Dom—who told her his name was DarkHorse—and he had gently but deftly gotten the ropes around her in what he said would be a “single Futo”. She had no idea what that was, but the moment she was upside down, it no longer mattered.

She could feel her neck veins pulsing against her leather collar, which suddenly felt much snugger. Blood filled her head, throbbing. But none of that mattered; she began to float away.

No, not float. Breathe.

Freedom. For those minutes she was upside down, hanging suspended, she was free. That little part of her came out to play, splashing in the sparkly puddles and catching lazy butterflies. No cares, no worries. No shields. And both Darkhorse and her own Dom told her afterwards that she’d had the most beatific, pure smile on her lips the entire time.

It was the most euphoric she had ever felt.

And the icing on that kinky cake had been when DarkHorse released her from the ropes and returned her to her Dom, who had immediately taken her to one of the private rooms and had his way with her till three in the morning. His very wicked, rough way with her. She still had marks all over her body, which she loved. Those marks reminded her…

He’d told her he was “reclaiming” her. And she’d had absolutely no problem with that. Matter of fact, the instant she’d seen that dark possessive look come into his eyes after he took her back from DarkHorse, she’d shivered and felt her naked pussy flood. He both frightened and exhilarated her.

That was then. This was very sucky now.

And she was done. Done with him. Done with all of it. Sucky suck go to fuck, Mister Dom and your dungeon.

She wasn’t sure how long she laid there like that, her brain flatlined to her feelings. Patchy purred against her chest, and the sound soothed her a little, but the itchy hurty crappy feeling would not let her go.

Hands touched her. His hands.

She started, her eyes flying open and her heart pounding. “What the fuck!” she shrieked. For a moment, she flailed at him, freaked out by his sudden appearance.

“Hush,” he said, wrapping a big fuzzy warm cozy blanket around her. He lifted her up and got himself onto the bed under her, before pulling her into his lap. He settled her against him, drawing her resistant head closer to his chest. She smelled his primal man smell, heard his steady heartbeat thumping.

She heard cellophane crackling, then his voice rumbling through his sternum into her ear as he said, “Open.”

He was trying to push something into her mouth. Her nostrils twitched, she getting pissed he was poking at her, but she opened her mouth for him to put the hard candy inside. Umm. Butterscotch. Her favorite. She started sucking in it.

The remote for the DVR was in his hand, and he aimed it at the flatscreen across the room, pushed the button. The opening scenes of her favorite movie, “Crazy, Stupid, Love.” began playing.

She looked up at him, wonder in her eyes. “What are you doing?”

He kissed her forehead, then her lips, his touch so tender she sighed and melted against him. She still felt shitty, but now a warm little seed was starting to grow in her chest.

“It’s called ‘aftercare’,” he told her. “And it is something I should have anticipated after what we did last night.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You dropped,” he said. “Sub drop, it’s called. I didn’t realize it would be so bad for you, because up till now you’ve sailed through each scene we’ve done together without any problems.” He kissed her again, even more softly this time. “This is my fault, that you are like this. It happens, and it sucks, and I should have been here.”

“You couldn’t know.” She reached a hand from under the cozy fuzzy blanket and touched his cheek, feeling the rough stubble under her fingertips. The moment his pokey whiskers scratched her soft skin, tears flooded her eyes and coursed rivulets down her flushed cheeks. The warm seed in her chest warred with the pain she saw in his eyes as she reconnected with him.

“Yes, I should have known,” he said, pulling her even closer and wiping a tender fingertip across her soaking cheeks. “And I will never leave you again in this state.”

Her bottom lip quivered as her tears renewed their onslaught of her makeup. “I feel like I’m broken. I’m so fucking weak and needy,” she said, the last word a wail as her resolve broke.

He put his index finger under her chin and tilted her face up to look into his. She saw nothing but love and understanding there. For her.

“Never think that. You are not ever weak,” he told her, his words leaving no iota of room for debate. “You are not ever needy. Repeat that.”

“What?”

“Repeat. That.”

She gazed at him a moment to see if he was really serious. He most definitely was; those slate blue eyes drilled into hers as she felt his will overpowering hers.

Her mouth opened, and words came out. “I am not ever weak. I am not ever needy.” Saying the words he’d told her to say made her both feel a little like giggling, and most definitely sighing.

He kissed her, his lips lingering moments longer than she thought they would. “You are a little girl. A little girl needs her Daddy in her heart and head, as he needs her. All the time. I should not have left you before I was certain you were all right. You dropped, that’s it. It’s not weak, and it is not needy. What you feel is very normal. It is a reaction of your body, your mind, your emotions, to what we did.”

“It is?”

He nodded. “You are by far the strongest, most beautiful, incredibly amazing girl I have ever known. You accomplish more in a morning that most people do in a week. Your strength and caring make me a better man.” He pressed his lips to the top of her head, his breath hot in her hair. “Now let’s watch your movie, and afterwards I’ll give you a nice warm bath and wash your beautiful hair.”

“A bath? I like—”

“Lavender-lemon bath salts,” he finished for her. “With bubbles. I know. I brought some. I brought everything you need.” He hugged her tighter, and she felt his strength surrounding her. As she relaxed, she felt a big breath leave his large body, and his muscles relinquish their tenseness. She sucked harder on the candy, feeling that seed of warmth inside her grow and open into a big, beautiful flower.

She was home. In his arms, she was home. Every little part of her.

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“Sub drop” is a very real syndrome that can occur after a BDSM scene involving, well, BDSM things. No playbook exists to let you know ahead of time; it’s something you learn by doing.

For Doms, when playing with a new submissive for whom you will be caring after the scene, it’s a good idea to prepare ahead of time, just in case. In our vignette above, the items the Dom brought with him—the blanket, candy, bubble bath salts, her favorite movie—are just a few of the things he can use to ease her through the drop and bring her comfort. There are other items that can help as well: favorite music, stuffed animals, maybe crayons and a coloring book for our little in the vignette. Whatever it takes. Comfort comfort comfort.

So what the fuck is sub drop, anyway?

The play scene builds a girl up to the extremes of euphoria—she’s got endorphins and hormones pumping through her like they are shooting from a fire hose. The more intense the scene feels to her—without going too far past her edges—the more likely she will be to drop from that “high”.

It’s kind of like a withdrawal. A successful scene will engage a girl’s brain, body, emotions, and spirit. The more fully the scene whacks on all those aspects of her, the more likely it will be that she will have a drop.

And it gets trickier: drop can begin within hours after the scene, or can take twenty-four hours or longer to hit.

It can feel like anything from mild soreness and achiness, to full-on depression. Usually it hits a spot in between, where sadness and fatigue and “Get the fuck away from me!” are the result. Depending on the nature of the sub, she may get cranky, or she may withdraw completely as did our girl in the short story above.

Even though it feels like it is permanent at the time—and I mean, it really does feel to her like it is everlasting and she will always feel like disconnected crap on toast—it will pass. To help it pass more quickly, use the aftercare suggestions I made above.

I also have an experimental approach—I’ll call it my “hair of the dog” technique—which I have not fully tested. So use at your own risk, and don’t get pissed at me if it goes off the rails and she stabs you in your eyes: a mild scene. Nothing extreme, but the idea here is to ease her down, like tapering off painkillers. Basically, it’s the difference between going cold-turkey, and reducing the dosage a little at a time to minimize the discomfort.

But good luck getting her cooperation after the drop is well underway. For our babygirl in the story, she was most likely too far into it to agree to any more physical activity, but you never know. That’s where the Dom’s skill, confidence, and above all, his intuition about his sub come into play. He should never force her to do something she clearly would not be open to, but if he can gently coax her, pausing each step of the way to assess, he may have some success.

What sort of thing am I talking about? Those who know me know I love anal play, and require the same of any partner I might have (fortunately for me, most subs adore it). If she loves it as much as I do, then that becomes a simple and effective way in, without taxing her system further.

So I might start with lots of caresses to her body, very gently especially if she feels achy and sore. But warm blankets and a warm mouth can go a long way towards getting her to arousal. Maybe a warm bath beforehand to relax her willfulness. I’d take the progression very slowly and carefully to heighten her probably reluctant response, but if it is successful, I would next try some attention to her pussy with my tongue.

And if I manage to get past that watershed, I would use an Njoy anal plug to take her higher. I like the Njoy because of its special shape, its smoothness, and its weight. It’s a perverted work of art. Even though it is stainless steel—and for gawd’s sake warm it first; this is not the time to test her edges—it feels more organic than other materials. The weight itself registers in her consciousness in a very different way from other plugs. And the Njoy is far smoother than the other types, other than a glass plug, which has a different feel altogether.

If I get her to this point, the amount of time I would leave the Njoy in kind of depends on what my gut is telling me she needs. Five minutes? All night? Somewhere in between? I’ll watch her, and decide.

This is just one method that occurred to me, and I’m sure there are others I’ll come up with over time. This one has the advantage of low body impact (again, assuming she loves anal), but high return on the arousal and positive emotions that would result. So I’d achieve that “taper” effect I was going for, without pushing her limits any further.

The timing would be critical: too soon, and she’ll still be on the “high” from the scene and your efforts will be ineffective. But wait too long, and she may sic the dogs on you if you try to touch her. Again: rely on Domly skill, confidence, and intuition. Know your girl.

Living through a drop sucks for both of you. Doms can drop as well. It’s worse for the female sub, though, in my opinion, so her care comes first. However, as she improves, so will he; a D/s dynamic is nothing if not symbiotic. Maintaining that emotional connection is critical in this circumstance; if she pulls away, and he lets her, she may suffer for days before coming through it. That isn’t fair to her; she’s the Dom’s full responsibility. And it will happen again the next time, and the next, potentially damaging their relationship. So it is best for the Dom to learn her landscape well, and anticipate what might happen. This takes experience, and trial and error. Find what works for you, and tweak it as you go. Sub drop isn’t the end of the world. It just feels like it, and it will pass.

I swear on my Njoy.

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Anal 101: How to Destroy That Ass With Love (A Dom’s Perspective)

Copyright (c) 2014 Corey Harper

A few of you have been hinting that you’d like to see a post about a proper way to have anal done to you. Some of the more experienced girls will already know most of this, and know what they need to work up to penetration in that most tender and vulnerable of areas, but for the rest of you, I offer this simple primer.

Be clear: I’m not a counselor, sex therapist, or porn star, These are just some things I’ve found that have worked for me. As the saying goes, your mileage may vary.

Safe sex should be a given. Wear a condom.

I’ll write this as if I’m tutoring guys, because as the possessors of the dick, they need to know how to control the damn thing and not freak little subbie out. Plus, I have one, so I’m familiar with its care and feeding. But if any of you experienced subs would like to write a post from the penetratee perspective, I’d appreciate it. Other than some basic experiments on myself to get an idea of what it would feel like for my girl, I’m a confirmed top; mine’s an exit, never an entrance.

Since many of you girls have already expressed an interest in this, I won’t go through the steps to get a girl curious about anal sex in the first place. We’ll jump right to prep and landing.

So she’s indicated in one or more ways that she wants you in her ass. Yay for you. If you’re a guy who has never fucked anal before, you are in for a mind-blowing experience. And if you have, you are in for a mind-blowing experience. But how to do it?

First, it ain’t a pussy. Seriously. It may look like another hole in your sweet baby girl, but it’s far more delicate than you think. And also not. Yeah, it’s a paradox; and if you haven’t already figured out that most things to do with girls are a paradox, I weep for you.

So. Not a pussy. Yes, it can take a pounding… eventually. But you have to work up to it.

Okay. Your girl has indicated she wants to take this next step. While there are several ways to prep and train her–including ever-larger buttplugs–I prefer the hands-on approach. Make that the flesh-on approach. But keep in mind that prepping her with tiny buttplugs and working up is another option.

The day of: I recommend eating lightly, and not going out for a big steak dinner or Mexican food right before. No matter how bad you want to plunge your cock into her there, keep in mind nature’s original intention for that particular passageway. And it wasn’t meant as a receptacle for your veiny dick, sport.

I won’t go into complex prep here–like enemas–as that is beyond the scope of this article. Seek professional medical assistance on that topic. Or at least read the label on the Fleet box.

So let’s assume she’s relatively “empty”. (But you should also be aware that it could still get a little messy, so I recommend keeping some tissues or other disposable wipes handy.)

Lube. Lube lube fucking lube. Can’t have too much, especially the first time. If you don’t already have a favorite, Astroglide is a good first-time choice. I’ll say more about lubes shortly.

Your girl needs to be relaxed. You are about to introduce her to something that could actually have some ramifications on your relationship, so don’t be an impatient dumbass. Take your time. Be more than patient with her. This is a BIG deal.

If the two of you drink, a little wine (NOT a lot; you want her conscious) and sensual music for awhile beforehand is a good start. Just sit with her and chat. You can do the chatting naked, in your bed, while you hold and caress her. Make her feel like she is the most important thing in the world to you. Because she is. Do NOT make her feel rushed. You know what you want to do to her. She knows what you want to do to her. You may know what it feels like to you, but she has no idea. And no doubt she’s been taught from birth that getting fucked in the ass is a Very Bad Thing to do. So take it slow; she’s dealing with a lot of emotions right now.

All right. The chatting and caressing is getting more sensual and suggestive. She’s relaxing, and maybe getting aroused. Now’s the time to jump on that and get her really hot.

Whatever she likes, give it to her. If she likes you to eat her pussy, do that. Get her to the point of coming, but DON’T let her come. She might get pissed at you, but hang tough, kiss and reassure her, and keep going.

Her pussy is now trickling like a happy little brook. Her nipples are so tight they could put an eye out. And she’s starting to rub up against you. It’s time.

My personal preference for the first time or three is for the two of you to lie on your sides on the bed. I prefer the left side. You are behind her, spooning her. She might start to hesitate here, because now it’s about to get real, but unless she really balks and calls a halt, keep going. (And if she does freak and call a halt, it’s up to you to determine if it’s a full-on “Red” moment, or if she is calling “Yellow” instead, and just needs more reassurance. Remember our discussion on safe words? You are using them for this, right?)

Got the Astroglide handy? And I’ll assume you bought the large size, and not the little one-use envelopes, because you are optimistic. In this first-time situation, you can’t use too much lube.

This next part may go against everything you think, as a Dom, but bear with me. The long-term rewards will blow your mind:

At this point, turn over control to her.

That’s right. For the next few minutes, your sub is in control. Why? Because she is about to do something that may terrify her, but she also wants to please you. Pressuring her at this delicate stage may get you the ass this one time, but cause you to lose it in the future. You can still guide her, but DON’T force her.

Give her the lube. Tell her to smear a lot of it on your (presumably hard and purpling) cock. Try not to come in her hand, no matter how good it feels, because trust me, there’s a much more fun place to put it.

Next, tell her to spread it on her asshole. And around her ass. Pretty much wherever it makes her feel more confident to put it. You want her to know that her opening is as greased as it can get.

Remember I said you can guide her, but leave final control of your weapon to her. Maybe down the road you can penetrate her like you are driving a railroad spike into a crosstie, but for now, she’s the boss.

A quick digression: I know the above to be true, because I had a sub I trained in the manner I describe, and at one point after a few sessions, she was happy to let me fuck her with no more lube than that coming from my cock. This does work. Down the road, you’ll be able to do some porn-movie type things, if you are just patient now.

Okay. You’re greased. She’s greased. You are so tumescent and throbbing you feel like you could kill with it. All you want is to ram it home, hear her scream, and blow your load into her ass.

Tough noogies. Wait.

Tell her to take hold of your cock. Nestle up against her ass, but DON’T give her any reason to feel you are going to suddenly plunge into her. I don’t mean you should lay there like a corpse, but for god’s sake be still and calm.

Now would be a good time to increase the caressing I assume you’ve been doing this whole time. Reach over and stroke her pussy the way she likes you to do. If she enjoys breast play, squeeze and knead her tits. And since you are reading this on this pervert site, she also presumably enjoys some pain, so pinch those nipples. Let her feel some pain. If she’s really into it, send those pain jolts from her boobies straight to her pussy. Amp it up for her.

This whole time she should have been holding your cock, her hand reaching behind her to grasp it. Maybe she’s holding you away from her ass, or maybe she’s gotten brave and split her ass cheeks with the head of little Dom. Either way, nestle closer to her, letting her know she can move forward.

But at her pace.

At this point she may be keen to put you in, or she may still need some coaxing. If she seems stuck, tell her to rub the head of your cock around her ass crack. Usually she will eventually begin to get more aroused, and will start to press the head of your veined beast against her asshole.

And it’s entirely possible she may get so excited that she tries to shove you in all at once. Don’t let her.

If she seems receptive at this point, tell her to SLOWLY press the head of your cock into her asshole. Her sphincter will likely resist instinctively. Make sure you are absolutely still; you want her to feel like she is totally in control of your rod at this point.

Okay, now we’re cooking. All that lube, all your caressing, all your murmured reassurances should be having the desired effect. Kiss her back, her neck. If she likes it, tug her hair a little. Maybe give her a gentle bite on her shoulder. Let her know you love her and are prepared to wait as long as it takes for her to relax.

Now ask her–ASK her–to press the head of your cock a little harder into her asshole. She doesn’t really know what to expect, and if she presses firmly enough, chances are your hardness combined with all that lube will make the head of your cock pop past the ring of her sphincter, and snap tight around your frenulum, just behind the coronal ridge.

Holy fucking crap! The feeling is indescribable. You want to pound. You want to come. As I said earlier, tough noogies. Wait. Be still. Don’t fucking move.

Because she might have stopped breathing at this point, at the foreign invader sticking in her ass. No matter how tight and glorious it feels to you, she is experiencing things you can’t imagine (unless you like being fucked in the ass as well).

Give the girl a minute to catch her breath and to process what’s going on up her bum. Trust me, the more patient you are with her now, the nastier the things she will be willing to do with/for you down the road. It’s a win-win, so cool your jets.

When you feel her start to relax, tell her you are going to push forward, but only a little. Promise her it’s only a little. Wait for her to agree.

Then do it, but keep your promise, and move it just a millimeter forward. Her sphincter will be adjusting like crazy at the different widths of your cock, so let her adjust.

When she does, tell her you are moving in a little more. By now, assuming she’s going to like anal at all, she will be starting to get past the initial shock, and things will be going on in her brain, and in her pussy. Very Good Things.

She may press back against you, urging you deeper. Making sure you are still over-lubed, press into her–slowly, this time, letting her feel every millimeter. (You can plunge in wholesale another time, once she’s acclimated to anal play.) She may stop breathing again, depending on how much of you there still is to go in.

Once in, stop moving. Yeah, I know that takes a lot of control. Look, you want to wreck that ass on a regular basis, or not? Just stay calm and wait her out.

Eventually she will want you to move. Now–finally–you can do what comes naturally to your rutting male brain. But start slow. Move in and out of her only a little. Then more. And still more. Finally you can pound her ass the way you’ve been wanting to.

Be prepared for some interesting reactions. This is something she’s never experienced, and it is not like a pussy fuck. She may get quite active. As in, tigress-ripping-the-throat-out-of-a-gazelle wild. It’s pretty cool.

She may try to climb up all over you, because the sensations she’s feeling are making her crazy. Hold her hips and control her movements enough that you don’t suddenly pop out of her, because that would be a Bad Thing at this point.

Try to hold onto your load long enough for her to get the full experience. She may want to go for hours, or she may get exhausted quickly from all the orgasming she’s experiencing. Either way, don’t push her. You’re getting what you want, and you’ll get it again.

Once you spurt your cum inside her, and she’s becoming desiccated from all her orgasms, it’s time to withdraw and give the girl a rest. Get those disposable wipes ready.

The dismount is something the two of you will have to work out–does she do better if you withdraw while still hard? Or does she respond more positively if you soften first? It will depend on her, so be guided by what she says she wants. It may take some trial and error, but oh happy day and lucky you.

Clean her up, and for crap’s sake don’t make any pea-brained comments about any mess you may encounter. If you aren’t willing to do this for her, then you shouldn’t be fucking her up the ass in the first place. A nice warm shower for the two of you at this point may be great aftercare, assuming she can actually stand on her wobbly legs. Wash her softly, tell her how good she was, how satisfied you are, and how much you love her.

And then start your evil brain thinking about the next time you get to destroy her ass.