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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 get

of her courage she reached up, laying her palm on his

closed and he bent his head, resting his forehead on hers. Mae’s heart clenched, and she knew, though she

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

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

shuddered, then his arms were tight around her back, crushing her against him as he

nails scraped against the smooth surface of the mask. She wished she could bury her fingers in his hair, wished she could

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

quick steps back, Mae

except for what’s on

Maybe he hadn’t felt it the way she did. That thought made her stomach knot, but it didn’t

I want sex? What if I want to

didn’t answer her questions. “It’s nearly four

“What if—”

grabbed her by the back of the neck, his will washing over her. “You will sleep in the Subs’

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

jaw clenched, lips a thin line. She’d pushed him

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

“Grab your ankles.”

Xavier, I’m sorry,

pressed his hand against

were suppressed by a resurgence of the sweet submissiveness that had filled her

hooked her fingers in the D-ring

noon. Eat before you arrive. You will not orgasm, either by touching yourself or by asking another submissive to touch

“Yes, Master Xavier.”

place unless you’re actively being dominated.” He pinched

thinking; all the blood was rushing

disgusted. “It means that I cannot let you go

“Yes, Master Xavier.”

taken up