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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.”

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

the last of her courage she reached up, laying her palm on his cheek,

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

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

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

his arms were tight around her back, crushing her against

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

leg sliding between hers, she eagerly ground against his thigh. She couldn’t

away, taking three quick steps back, Mae was left gasping, her body

not include sexual contact, except for what’s on the checklist.” His face unreadable, hidden

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

if I want

didn’t answer her questions. “It’s nearly four a.m. You’ll sleep in the

“What if—”

the neck, his will washing over her. “You

She didn’t bother to hide her frustration—both sexual and emotional,

Xavier’s hold tightened just a fraction, but his jaw clenched, lips a thin line.

by the upper arms and forced her to bend over

“Grab your ankles.”

I’m sorry, I

He pressed his hand against

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

the D-ring cuffs

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

“Yes, Master Xavier.”

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

thinking; all the blood was rushing

are.” The 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 reminders, as I have no desire to start over again. Have you been trained

“Yes, Master Xavier.”

you taken up your