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Only as his lips tasted hers did he let himself wonder if, at this point, was this even a BDSM scene anymore?

Minutes—he wasn’t sure if it was five or fifteen—When Tara shivered, Nathan pushed himself up. His back twinged a little, thanks to the odd position he’d been in—bent over the bed, upper body weight on his elbows, toes braced on the floor.

Pushing a hand against his lower back, he straightened. His cock, which had finally gone soft, stayed nestled in the warm, wet valley of her pussy until he pulled away. He gripped her knees as he stepped back, knowing she’d slide off the bed if he didn’t.

Pressing her thighs together, he turned her onto her side, knees up by her chest, then smacked her ass gently.

“Up on the middle of the bed, head on a pillow.”

She opened one eye. “The scene is done?”

“Yes. Aftercare time.”

She crawled up the bed, but when she reached for the edge of the covers, he leaned over and swatted her ass again.

She glared over her shoulder. “I thought this was aftercare.”

“It is. That was a vanilla spank.”

“That’s not a thing.”

“Sure it is. Now stay on top of the covers until I get you cleaned up.”

Tara ducked her head, but slowly lowered herself to lay face down on the bed.

Nathan darted into the attached bathroom, taking care of cleaning himself up before finding the softest washcloths in the cabinet and wetting a few of them.

Returning to the bedroom, he paused for a moment to take in the sight of her—soft relaxed curves and dark hair waiting for him.

One knee on the bed, Nathan smoothed a hand down her back to her ass. “Does anything hurt now that the adrenaline and arousal has faded.”

“Hurt, no. Ache, yes.” Her voice was slightly muffled.

He spread her ass cheeks. Tara stiffened, glutes tightening.

“Tara,” he chided, and she relaxed.

Using one washcloth, he gently cleaned her from the top of the crease between her cheeks down to her anus. He teased her a little. Pressing the washcloth-covered tip of his finger against her anus in a soft thrusting motion until she moaned.

Tossing the cloth aside, he took a dry one, this time moving efficiently to dry the flesh he’d just cleaned before tossing that washcloth onto the newly created laundry pile.

“Roll over.”

She rolled onto her back, looking up at him through her lashes. When he petted her thigh, she pressed her feet together and drew them up to her ass, letting her knees fall open.

Nathan bent to his task, carefully cleaning her pretty sex from gently strokes along the outside of her pussy lips where they met the crease of her thigh to spreading her open to pat, rather than wipe, her clit.

Even that made her suck in air in a way that told him she was nicely sensitive. It took everything he had not to lean down and suck her clit.

Finally he went to her breasts, draping cool, damp cloths over each for a moment while he finishing drying her pussy.

Not that it stayed dry for long. The sight of the creamy white fluid—his come—at her entrance made his libido roar, while his well-satisfied cock could only twitch.

Lifting the clothes from her breasts, he gently dried her, then leaned down to inspect her nipples, checking for any broken blood vessels or bruises.

Gently, he cupped one tit, rubbing her nipple with his thumb.

Tara caught her breath and held it, lashes fluttering.

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