Let her sleep

Meghan looks delectable asleep on your couch, lying on her side with her tousled head cradled on one forearm, her pert breasts exposed to you. Her legs are slightly parted and you can see the swollen lips of her pussy, still slick with her own moisture.

You think about her words as she clung to your neck 'You're so good to me'. Strange thing to say to someone who had just given her a dozen lashes with a riding crop. Of course, you had also helped her to a series of shattering orgasms, so powerful they had apparently exhausted her.

You put the cuffs, dildo and riding crop away and sit back to watch her. Her breathing is deep and rhythmic, making the gentle rise and fall of her breasts a very intriguing sight. You're getting hard, watching her. Hardly surprising given that you've had her in your control naked or half naked twice today, without giving in to the urge to fuck her.

You consider waking her and making her suck you or fuck you, or simply rolling her onto her belly and taking her before she wakes up. You weigh those choices against just letting her sleep and wake up on her own.