She's tense, hyper-aware of his hand, of the sting still lingering, of how hard he is underneath her, with soft little moans as he probes and presses, the feeling of giving herself utterly to his authority in these respects replacing normal feelings of shock.
And then it's just choked little cries at the strikes.
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