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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.”

“What do you want? To come? To

on his cheek, feeling both skin and leather under her

and he bent his head, resting his forehead on hers. Mae’s heart clenched, and she knew, though she couldn’t say why, that though he was

then guided his hands

and his lips were firm and wet against hers. For a moment he didn’t react, and Mae felt

then his arms were tight around her back, crushing her against

the mask. She wished she could bury her fingers in his hair, wished she

her mouth. Mae sucked on his tongue, and when he shifted, one leg sliding between hers, she eagerly ground against his thigh. She

three quick steps back, Mae was

except for what’s

to curse. There’d been something between them. Maybe he hadn’t felt it the way she

sex? What if I want to add

answer her questions. “It’s nearly four a.m. You’ll

“What if—”

the neck, his will washing over her.

Master Xavier.” She didn’t bother to hide her frustration—both sexual and emotional, and it showed, her

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

by the upper arms and forced her to bend over

“Grab your ankles.”

I’m sorry, I

Mae.” He pressed his hand

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

hooked her fingers in the

in the Subs’ Garden. You will meet me back here at noon. Eat before you arrive. You will not orgasm, either by touching yourself or by asking another submissive to touch

“Yes, Master Xavier.”

you have a hard time remembering your place unless you’re actively being dominated.” He pinched her abused

trouble thinking; all the blood was rushing

sound disgusted. “It means that I cannot let

“Yes, Master Xavier.”

have you taken up