The fight was there, yes, but buried so deep now that it might as well have been non-existent.  She was lost in the pulsing shaft invading her, in the wriggling twitching toy, in the press of his body to hers as he both gave and took pleasure.  She didn't know what his intentions were now, he'd muddled her up entirely, but she was vastly enjoying what she had now.<br/><br/>She felt his finger gliding along that bruise, the welt he'd made with his enthusiastic use of the crop.  Finding the lack of pain from it would be a pleasant surprise for her later, but at the moment she was a bit lost in other sensations.  His added teasing to her clit only enhanced her needs, her arousal growing almost painful again.  for a brief moment she was terrified that he would take his own pleasure again, and deny her her release.  She wasn't sure how well she could endure that a second time, after the intensity of her aroused state the day before.<br/><br/>When he spoke she gasped, gazing up at him with wide eyes for a moment, murmuring a soft "oh god" as she realized she got to find that pleasure.  She bucked up at him as best she could, moaning out loudly for him.  She clenched tightly, both around the buzzing toy and around him, and then her entire slender body began to shudder and twitch, soft cries of pleasure escaping her as she came hard and fast, drenching that toy as it twitched away inside her.