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Chapter 31

“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

on his cheek, feeling

head, resting his forehead on hers. Mae’s heart clenched, and she knew, though she couldn’t say why, that though he was the Master of pain and pleasure, power and control, he didn’t

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

moment he didn’t react, and

her back, crushing her against him as he

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

tongue, and when he shifted, one leg sliding between hers, she eagerly ground against his

back, Mae was

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

the way she did. That

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

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

“What if—”

neck, his will washing over her. “You will sleep

her frustration—both sexual and emotional, and

his jaw clenched, lips a thin

by the upper arms and forced her to bend over the horse.

“Grab your ankles.”

I’m sorry,

his hand against her abused

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

in the D-ring cuffs around her

You will meet me back here at noon. Eat before you arrive. You will

“Yes, Master Xavier.”

have a hard time remembering your place unless you’re

trouble thinking; all the blood was rushing to

means that

“Yes, Master Xavier.”

have you taken up your

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