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Xavier watched as Mae obediently closed her eyes. He was fighting his urges—the urge to whip her until she came from nothing more than the pain he inflicted on her breasts. The urge to cut the ropes, drag her to the floor, and fuck her.

He would do neither. At least not yet. He’d promised himself time with her lovely breasts, and he would not let his base urges deny him this opportunity. Her body was bowed and stretched, her breasts lifted like sweet offerings.

Taking the pink tips in his fingers he pinched them, lifting her breasts. Mae moaned around the shaft of the whip, the sound an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain.

He slapped her right breast, just hard enough to sting, then repeated the blow on the left. Pausing, he lifted the whip from her mouth, laying it over her thighs within easy reach. He wanted her to be able to use her safe word if she had to.

Xavier slapped her breasts again, this time making sure he got her nipples. She gasped and whimpered. Her fingers brushed his cock as she twitched and Xavier’s knees trembled. He would not be able to make the scene last much longer—his need for her was too fierce.

He spanked her breasts until they were flushed pink, until Mae no longer jumped with each blow, but lifted her chest higher. He rewarded her with a final strike to each nipple.

Taking the lunge whip off her lap, he carefully detached the lash from the shaft, replacing it with a six-inch popper, designed to make that delightful crack noise that evoked visions of a bullwhip. He would never risk hitting a submissive with a tailed whip—though he’d had some who begged for the bullwhip, even after he explained that it would leave them scarred. Instead he used the long lash of this whip, like his bullwhip, to open the mind to the darkness. Xavier tested it against his thigh, making sure the popper wouldn’t fly off. Mae stiffened slightly, probably trying to figure out why the sound was different.

pressing it against her hard enough that there could be no doubt what it was. Mae’s sweet, kissable lips parted and

She was ready.

his wrist, Xavier struck her breasts. The thwack of the shaft was chased by the cracking sound of the popper snapping the air. Mae gasped, the sharp breath making her abused breasts bounce. Xavier rubbed the whip over her breasts, catching her nipples as he did so. He gave her time, gave her the chance

Mae didn’t use her safe word, didn’t retreat into herself or do anything else that would

time hard enough that a faint pink line

six he switched sides, making sure her breasts got an even

below the nipples. Mae screamed, jerking so hard that the chair slid a few inches. She tried to curl up, her upper body twisting awkwardly. Xavier slid the whip between her back and the chair, applying pressure. It was a reminder, and invitation for her to return to her previous position. For a long moment

dark place, was the most beautiful thing he’d

Thwack.

line, darker than the pink marks that had come before it, blossomed on her pale flesh.

the chair between her spread legs and leaned over her. Taking a breast

your eyes.