The dazed fog that had carried her through her spanking, through her desperate honesty, had lifted at last.
She was back in her own head again, back to being Julie, the knight who guarded her pride like armor.
And the realization of what she had done, what she had said, what she had allowed Cassius to see of her, crashed over her with humiliating force.
Her face burned hotter than the sting on her ass. Her heart hammered so violently she thought he might feel it against his chest.
She had confessed to things she had sworn she would never say aloud. She had told him of her jealousy, her lies, her petty games to drive other women away, her shameful thoughts she could never let anyone know.
Now Cassius knew all of it, every crack in her armor, every weakness.
The thought made her want to disappear.
She wanted to claw a hole into the earth and bury herself before she had to face the smirk she knew he would wear from now on.
