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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.”

you

reached up, laying her palm on his cheek, feeling both skin and leather

on hers. Mae’s heart clenched, and she knew, though she couldn’t say why, that though he was the

flogger from his fingers, dropping it to the floor, then guided his hands to her waist, resting them there. Rising onto tiptoe, Mae

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

tight around her back, crushing her against him as he ravaged her

smooth surface of the mask. She wished she could bury her fingers in

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

quick steps back, Mae was left gasping, her body thrumming with

include sexual contact, except for what’s on the checklist.” His face unreadable, hidden

to curse. There’d been something between them. Maybe he hadn’t felt it the way she did. That thought made her stomach knot, but it didn’t

if I want sex? What if I want

her questions. “It’s nearly four a.m. You’ll sleep in the

“What if—”

by the back of the neck, his will

hide her frustration—both sexual and emotional, and it showed, her words sarcastic and

a fraction, but his jaw clenched, lips a thin

the upper arms and forced her to bend over the horse. His movements were

“Grab your ankles.”

I’m sorry,

pressed his hand against her abused

flare of pain sent a shudder through her. Disappointment and frustration from the truncated kiss were suppressed by a resurgence of the sweet submissiveness that had filled her while

fingers in the D-ring

sleep in one of 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 or

“Yes, Master Xavier.”

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

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

words were matter of fact, and it gave Mae some hope that he didn’t sound disgusted. “It means that I cannot let you go without

“Yes, Master Xavier.”

taken up your