"Ahhh," Isaac shuddered as the last aftershocks of his orgasm ran through him, drawn out by the languid stroke of Lydia's fist. That, combined with the sensation of his skin trying to heal around the piercing, almost distracted him away from what needed to be said next.
"Thank you, Mistress," Isaac sighed, his voice raspy from crying out his pleasure. He was floating, the physical sensations of pleasure and pain, being left behind him.