Master of My Mind BN by Jenna Jacob Page B

the icy hot
     blaze throbbing on my ass cheeks. And the memory of his spanking swamped me in
     shame.
    Even as I tensed, Tony continued threading his fingers
     through my mane. Gathering up my courage, I peeked up at him beneath my heavy
     lashes. He stared down at me as a placid smile curled on the corners of his
     mouth.
    “Welcome back, angel.” His voice poured over me, deep and
     smooth, like brandy.
    “What happened? What did you do to me?” My question came out
     a shy whisper. Still confused by the gossamer sensations swirling inside, I
     struggled to clear the fog enveloping my brain.
    “You took off on me for a bit.”
    “Took off? To where?” A slight slur
     clung to my words.
    “Subspace, angel. Haven’t you ever
     been there before?”
    I shook my head. Tony frowned and pressed a sweet kiss to my
     forehead.
    “How did you like it?”
    How did I like it? I
     wasn’t sure. A part of me felt off kilter…but in a good way. While another part
     of me felt relaxed, as if I’d taken a soothing vacation. The mud miring my
     brain made processing my thoughts much slower than normal. And while I was
     stone cold sober, I felt drunk off my butt.
    “I’m not sure. I don’t think I’ve landed yet,” I murmured,
     burrowing deeper against his chest, gazing up at him.
    Other subs had talked about subspace, but I’d always thought
     it was a bunch of B.S. Having finally experienced it, I understood now when
     they said it was mind-blowing.
    He stared into my eyes, looking pleased. I wasn’t sure if it
     was with me or himself . The longer he gazed at me, the
     more uncomfortable I became. Was there a proper ‘after sub-space’ etiquette I
     didn’t know about? What was I supposed to say, “Thank
     you, Sir; may I have another?” “Was it good for you?” The few un-mangled
     thoughts I could string together seemed superficial and utterly ridiculous to
     say aloud. Unsure what to do or say, I tried to pull away, but Tony held tight.
     Truth be told, cocooned in his strong arms, his masculine scent filling my
     senses, and surrounded in the decadent heat of his hard body felt…perfect.
    My lids slid shut. Keeping them open took more effort than I
     could manage. It was easy to imagine languishing in this splendor for days,
     weeks, hell, even months. But the longer I lay with him, the more defined
     reality became. The fog in my brain began to lift. Soon Tony would have to
     leave and make his appearance in the dungeon. His throng of pain sluts waited
     for the taste of agony Tony commanded from the end of his whip.
    I couldn’t afford naïve fantasies about him floating through
     my head. The slice of peace he’d given me wouldn’t last. And even though his
     arms felt heavenly, offering him an easy out was for the best. Forcing my eyes
     open, I inhaled a deep breath.
    “You don’t have to stay. I’m better now, besides I’m sure
     you have asses to beat and nipples to torture.”
    I felt his body shake with silent laughter. Though I had no
     reason to hope, I prayed he would stay a little longer. I’d yearned for the type
     of comfort he was providing for four long days. I didn’t want to give it up. As
     soon as the thought crossed my mind, guilt began slithering in. Was it so wrong
     for me to take what I needed from another man? Wrong for me to let a sadist
     launch me into subspace? That fact alone blew my mind. Me , bunny flogger-bondage girl accepted every
     whack of Tony’s righteous spanking and jettisoned off to oblivion. The sense of
     serenity he’d provided on my maiden voyage had been so surreal and calming. So
     much so, I wanted to go there again. My cravings were bewildering. What was wrong with me?
    Confused and muddled seemed to be a natural state for me
     over the past four days. Being with Tony exacerbated the discombobulated
     feelings within. The logical parts of me wanted to shoo him out of my room, but
     the selfish empty parts of me ached for him to stay.
    “I can