The reactant jolt of heat that curled up from between her legs through her body, to the point that it even made her fucking<em>lips</em>tingle was ridiculous, in Imogen's opinion.<br/><br/>Totally inappropriate reaction for watching someone else achieve an orgasm.<br/><br/>Didn't stop the fact that it was happening to her mind.<br/><br/>She hid her smile against the woman's clit, licking gently as she came down from the high, taking advantage from the traditional post-orgasm-sensitivity to make her squirm from it.<br/><br/>“Oh dear,” she said, her voice low and authoritative. “I do believe that's one of my rules you've broken. No, I lie – two of them.”<br/><br/>The words themselves might be scolding, but the tone she said it in was mirthful, maybe even a little mocking – very far from upset.<br/><br/>She already knew what she was going to do, of course, as she levered herself to her feet and walked around the bed to the knots that held Zara's wrists – damnit, her walk was very liquid; this was ridiculous!<br/><br/>Didn't stop her from being curious though.<br/><br/>“So,” she asked in that same mocking tone as she plucked at the knots, freeing her hands and gently rubbing them to encourage any circulation that might have been lost in the struggles of when she came. “What sort of punishment do you think this deserves?”