Audrey has always been of the opinion that her ass was one of her best features and that it was a shame more people didn't appreciate it the way she thought they should. It might have, then, seemed counter-intuitive that she enjoyed this as much as she did. But the shock of pain fulfilled one desire while the soft soothing motions afterward hit in an entirely different way. Desire was complicated, she chose not to think about it too much - not that she could think much at the moment - and just enjoy the attention.
Besides, Jinn hadn't even come close to finding her limit yet. And she wasn't going to let him so much as brush up against it, either. At least not the first time. She did everything she could to let him know that she was still enjoying it too - though her moans might have been muffled a bit by the bed and the blankets she now had balled up in each fist. Her body tightened and eased with each strike, shoulders rolling, legs tensing to compensate for the force behind his hand. And when his fingers brushed over her she pressed back against them, not so much seeking for him to slide inside of her but letting him know that he could, when he wanted to.
And when his hand tightened in her hair, she lifted up just as easily as she had gone down onto the bed, looking up at him with wide eyes and half a smirk. She didn't know if he expected tears or shame or a hot blush consuming her face, but what he got was almost a dare: do your worst. When his hand did fall again, her moan was loud enough to be heard from the next room and her eyes did close for a moment as she grasped at the blankets, but she forced them open again as commanded. "One more," she breathed. "But just one."