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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.”

face. “What do you want? To come? To

her palm on his cheek, feeling both skin

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

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

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

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

surface of the mask. She wished she could

tongue, and when he shifted, one leg

away, taking three quick steps back, Mae was left

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

he hadn’t felt it the way

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

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

“What if—”

back of the neck, his will washing over

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

a fraction, but his jaw clenched, lips a

by the upper arms and forced her to bend over

“Grab your ankles.”

I’m sorry, I

his hand against

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 he

her fingers in the D-ring cuffs around

in the Subs’ Garden. You will meet me back here at noon. Eat before you arrive. You will

“Yes, Master Xavier.”

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

having trouble thinking; all the blood

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.”

have you taken