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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.

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

She was ready.

flick of 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

lovely Mae didn’t use her safe word, didn’t retreat into herself or do anything else that would tell him he had to

time hard enough that a faint pink

below the nipple. After six he switched sides, making sure her breasts got an even amount of attention. Each

her nipples turgid little points. Knowing the end was near, he laid a hard blow on the undersides of her breasts, just 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

letting him take her to this dark place, was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Thwack.

marks that had come before it, blossomed on

whip down, Xavier put one knee on the seat of the chair between her spread

your eyes. Look