Bianca loved these moments the most. After a riotous, punishing lovemaking, rough and painful, her Masters would smother her with love.

Kiss her hurts. Apply lotion on her blistered and red welts with gentle soothing movements.

Hold her in their arms, petting her like she was very fragile…

Right now, she lay in St Just’s arms as he gently stroked her, for they had applied lotion, a cool soothing balm which had a heavenly fragrance, daubing it on her welts. Bianca sighed in pleasure, almost purring in contentment.

“Love that perfume,” she murmured, glancing at the expensive-looking glass bottle of lotion which St had just discovered on the mantle, beside...