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“Can you come from pain alone?”

Master Xavier’s words barely penetrated the twilight-like space where she seemed to float.

“No, Master Xavier.”

“Are you sure?”

The tip of the flogger tails landed on the inner curves of her ass, near her anus, and the sting of pain sent a jolt of pleasure through her pussy.

“No, Master. I’m not.” She wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

A warm palm came to rest on her back. “These last few will be the hardest.”

That was the only warning she got before pain exploded across her ass. Mae screamed, tears leaking from her eyes.

“You’ll take another one.” Master Xavier’s voice was deep, his breathing a bit ragged too.

Mae couldn’t speak, but she arched her back, presenting her ass more fully.

“Good girl.”

Crack. Crack. Crack.

The final three blows came in quick succession. Mae didn’t have time to scream, she barely managed to breathe. Her legs started to give out and she reached back with one hand, grabbing Xavier’s forearm, holding on to him as if he were a life raft in the middle of a stormy ocean.

He grabbed her by the upper arm and neck, raising her to a standing position and turning her to face him. Within the shadows of his mask his eyes glowed like emeralds. He was breathing hard, his jaw muscles tensed.

Mae realized that he was as lost in the storm as she was. This is what had always been missing from her scenes before. Never before had doing something to her, playing with her, had the kind of impact on a Dom that she could see in Xavier’s eyes.

The ground shifted under her feet, the earth seeming to tip sideways only to right itself, the world slightly different than it had been a moment ago.

“Master, please.”

searched her face. “What do you want? To come? To

she reached up, laying her palm on his

clenched, and she knew, though she couldn’t say why,

then guided his hands to her waist, resting them there. Rising onto

wet against hers. For a moment he didn’t react, and Mae felt a pang of fear—she’d overstepped, she’d read

around her back, crushing her against

nails scraped against the smooth surface of the mask. She wished she could bury

he shifted, one leg sliding between hers, she eagerly ground against his thigh. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her, his cock

steps back, Mae was left gasping, her body thrumming

not include sexual contact, except for

between them. Maybe he hadn’t felt it the way she did. That thought

if I want sex? What if I want to add that to

her questions. “It’s nearly four a.m.

“What if—”

will washing

to hide her frustration—both sexual and emotional,

tightened just a fraction, but his jaw clenched, lips a thin line. She’d pushed him too

her by the upper arms and forced her to bend

“Grab your ankles.”

I’m sorry, I

Mae.” He pressed his hand against her abused

Disappointment and frustration from the truncated kiss were suppressed by a resurgence of the sweet submissiveness that had

fingers in the D-ring

the bunks in the Subs’ Garden. You will meet me back here at noon. Eat before you arrive. You will not orgasm, either by touching yourself

“Yes, Master Xavier.”

hard time remembering your place unless you’re actively

having trouble thinking; all the blood was rushing to her head. “I’m

he didn’t sound disgusted. “It means that I cannot let you

“Yes, Master Xavier.”

you taken up your