Subspace and sub drop—two things Cass had never experienced before last night. Chemically speaking, it was just a mix of endorphins and adrenaline flooding her system, her body's natural response to being spanked, cuffed, and fucked out of her mind. The intensity of it, the rawness, had carried her to a place where thoughts ceased and there was only sensation. Bliss. And the sudden drop afterwards that made her emotions spiral out of control was only a result of the chemical high wearing off.
It was natural to enjoy that floaty feeling, she kept reminding herself. It was essentially its own drug. Of course she enjoyed it.
So, no—she had no reason to feel guilty for submitting to Uriel again.
