His fingers rifling through her hair gave the girl a chill, flesh actually crawling a little at the gentle contact - which sent zings of pain up her damaged back even before he moved away, and she shifted forward on her knees to push stiffly to her feet, trying not to stumble as she followed him to the overlarge bed.<br/><br/>This, at least, was some small comfort, though she might have better enjoyed sliding her body onto the thickly stuffed, cushioning mattress were it not for the pain in her legs and ass, the soreness in her throat, all constant reminders of the devil she was getting into bed with. She lay upon her side, propped up a little upon her elbow - not wanting to look at his stiffened cock, not daring look the man in the eye, her gaze drifted aimlessly over his chest. "You want me to... to ride you, my lord?"