Nora chuckles softly, but I didn’t say anything funny.

She lays on her side with her back to me. The bed sheet rests up on us. I lean over with a hand on her naked waist beneath the sheet and kiss her shoulder.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing,” she says.

“You’re laughing at nothing?”

“No, not nothing.” She turns her head back and I brush the blonde hair off her temple to see her better. “This is nice,” she says.

“You didn’t think it’d be nice?”

“I didn’t expect it to be so quiet and sweet afterward.”

I chuckle, once again pressing my lips against her soft skin. “You never cuddle after sex before?” I quip.

“I have, obviously. I just didn’t expect it after that.”

I run my hand up her bare shoulder. “It’s called aftercare.”

“Oh?”

“If a scene gets too intense, a Dom will often comfort their sub after. Hold them, talk it out, let them know that are not, in fact, a worthless cum-slut created to be used and disposed of.”

Thankfully, she laughs. “Oh, good, because I was wondering...”

“It fosters intimacy, strengthens the bond.”

She touches my hand in front of her, gently sliding her nail along the back of my wrist. “Is that why you held me when I passed out at Red Brick?” she asks.

I nod. “Yes... and I really was worried you’d fall and hit your head.”

“I might have,” she says. “I could barely stand.”

“I know. I caught you, though.”

“You certainly did.” Her smile widens. “That’s really nice, actually. I didn’t know BDSM had that sweet side to it...”

“It’s important,” I say. “Doms comfort their sub and subs reassure their Dom that they did nothing wrong and they enjoyed the experience.”

Nora turns onto her back to get an easier look at me. “Is that what I should be doing now?”

“If it’s true. If I did something wrong, I’d like to know that as well.”

She reaches up to touch my cheek. “Well, I had fun,” she says, smiling. “And I do not, in fact, believe I am a worthless cum-slut.”

I laugh. “Good.”

Nora’s eyes glide downward, stopping at the edge of the sheet just below my abs. “So...” Her voice falls, along with the question obviously lingering on it.

“What?” I ask.

“Do Doms and subs ever have, like... regular sex? Or is it always so intense?”

“Depends on the relationship,” I answer. “I know a woman who has never had sex with her sub. They’ve been together ten years.”

Her eyes widen. “Ten years and no sex?”

“None.”

“At all? Not even... the tip?”

I chuckle, letting my lips graze her forehead. “For some people, it’s not about sex.”

She looks down again. “Is it about sex for you?”

“Yes. When a sub submits to me, I expect every part of her in that trade.”

“Every part?”

“Every part.”

“But does it always have to be...”

“Intense?” I finish.

She nods. “Yeah.”

I smile at the blush on her cheeks. “No.”

Her lips press together. “So...” She shifts up and the sheet falls. “If I were to just...” She mounts me, settling her legs on either side of my waist. “You wouldn’t shove me off or anything?”

I look her up and down her perfectly bruised breasts and milky curves. “Lordy, no.”

She leans in to kiss me. “Good.”

Our lips crush together, softly and slowly, as Nora gently rocks her body on mine. I feel her pussy lips rubbing my dick and it tingles with blood, instantly growing hard for her. I relish in the last few seconds of her breasts touching my chest and her scented hair teasing my nose before she leans up. She reaches between us, quickly aligning herself and I settle in for a damn fine view.

Nora guides my cock inside of her. I watch the changes in her face and that sudden gasp of air as she takes me in just a little deeper. I lay my hands on her waist, but she guides them to her breasts instead. Not gonna argue with that.

She grinds her little hips on me, making me hit her exactly the way she wants inside. I keep watching her face, waiting for the moment when she finds the perfect grind to get herself off. She moans, her voice sharp. I feel the sudden twitch of her pussy and I buck slowly, timing my movements to hers and her breath quickens in reaction. She could easily get herself off without my aid but I’m not about to sit this one out.

I take my right hand off her breasts and lick my fingertips to moisten them first before putting pressure on her clit. Nora reaches down and pushes me to a better spot, one that instantly makes her jaw drop.

“Right there,” she gasps. “Like that.”

I groan as she squeezes my cock from the inside. Nora fucking Payne. She’s like a well-oiled machine, inside and out. My balls tighten just thinking about the type of sub she’ll be once I get her broken in.

I gently pinch her bruised nipple, giving her the slightest tick of pain. To my pleasure, she moans a little louder. Good. Nipple play is some of my favorite play and hers are just too perfect not to clamp.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpers. “Oh, god...”

“No,” I say, rubbing her faster. “Don’t say his name. Say mine.”

She laughs. “Don’t stop, Mr. Snow.”

“That’s my girl.”

Her hand falls to my chest as she struggles to keep her balance. Moans fall one after the other and her inner muscles convulse. Her face twists and her body turns. She leans back again and places her hands on my knees, touching me there without hesitation or restraint, just like I told her to.

I release her clit and lay my hands on her sides to keep her from rolling off me. My god, I hope I never get tired of watching this woman come. I don’t see how I ever could...

Nora collapses on my chest, her warm breath rushing out onto my skin. I take hold of her limp body and roll her onto her back. She instantly wraps her legs around my waist, keeping herself wide open to me.

I thrust back inside of her, filling her dripping cunt as much as I can. Her wild, tired breaths get pushed aside in favor of deep, hungry moans as I rock her against the headboard. She extends her arms upward, locking her elbows and taking every buck of my hips like a goddamn champion.

“Mr. Snow,” she moans, strands of her hair invading her mouth.

I bury my face in her shoulder, pinning her down and listening to every noise that tumbles out of her mouth. “Fuck, Nora,” I growl. “You make me want to tear you apart.”

She scratches my back, laughing. “What’s stopping you?”

I raise my head to crush my lips on hers. She plucks my bottom lip between her teeth and sucks on it, a move that nearly makes me explode.

I groan as everything tightens. “Can I come in you?” I ask.

She moans. “Yes.”

I let my head fall again. I close my eyes, focusing hard on the feeling between us. My cock bursts and I pump a few times until I just can’t anymore. Fuck, she feels good. Inside and out, Nora Payne is exactly the pretty, little plaything I’ve always wanted.

I stop to breathe. Her hands roam my body, moving up my sides and down my back. She runs her fingers through my hair and kisses my forehead. It’s a perfect cocoon of warmth and comfort, one unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

I slide out of her, instantly missing her tight clench but it won’t be the last time. I’m sure of it.

I look up and her face looks about as dumbfounded as I feel. “What is it?” I ask, still out of breath.

“That was just...” Her voice falls away.

“What?”

She smiles. “Intense.”

I laugh. “Come here.”

Nora leans in, meeting me halfway with another kiss.