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“And you, are you wet, Beth?”

“Yes, Master James.”

Beth was in an almost dreamlike state—the warmth of his body was seeping into her bare skin, the pressure of his hands on her skin had a strangely calming effect and she was able to answer his questions with absolute truth without feeling awkward.

She was so lost in the feelings that she gasped when Master James grabbed her hips and spun her around so her back was against his chest. Firm hands grabbed her thighs and forced her legs along the outside of his, opening and exposing her sex.

“Raise your hands, put them on my head.” His voice was rough.

Beth obeyed, but the peace of a moment ago was gone, every muscle tense with dread. She’d forgotten where she was, what she was, and now she’d be punished. Flogging and whipping of her pussy were on her list of hard limits, but experience had taught her that there were plenty of other ways her sex could bear the brunt of a punishment, and each was painful.

“I apologize for my disobedience, Master James.” The words were the appropriate response to bad behavior. She waited for him to say something like “You won’t make that mistake again” or “You need some correction.”

Instead Master James brushed his lips against her ear and whispered, “I don’t ever want to hear those words from you again.”

One hand slid up to her breast, cupping the mound as he flicked the nipple with his thumb. The other settled between her legs, two fingers exploring her labia before slipping inside her pussy.

* * *

James pressed his fingers along either side of her clit, rubbing gently. Beth’s body arched, her fingers tightening in his hair as she gasped in startled pleasure.

with his thumb, he pressed

in her thighs were vibrating. He’d been touching her for less than two minutes, but it seemed like she was going to come. Not surprising considering that

he nipped her earlobe, pinched her nipple hard,

took a fractured breath and then started to shake, her limbs trying to

spreading the lips of her sex with all four fingers so

ball and hold her, but he kept her spread and open before him, hoping the physical openness would help trigger

When her breath returned to normal,

pleasure to awareness. She relaxed her hold on his hair, lifting her hands away from his scalp so

her into a sitting positing,

let his feelings show on his face. He could cheerfully horsewhip Cat—and every

happened was a submissive managed to keep some of

no one would have imagined she would want, but Xavier had his own demons to wrestle with and hadn’t realized how deep Mae’s need went. James had seen what neither of them could

Beth it seemed there was the opposite problem—the perfect, obedient submissive who followed every rule, obeyed every command, and

submitted at that level to anyone but Xavier—chemistry between the Dom and sub played a huge role in how intense a scene or relationship could become. But it was much more common that good chemistry allowed for more intense play, rather than the apparent

pleasure in kinks that dismissed their sexual needs while still making them sexual objects. Some “slaves” were used in that way, as were men who enjoyed long-term chastity or cuckolding. James was a firm believer in live and let live, though he had no interest in those styles of kink, nor it seemed did

angrier, because that was the last thing he wanted. Reminding himself once again that she didn’t need to be rescued—she needed to be made to come until she couldn’t remember the word “rules”—let alone what they might be. James promised himself that he wouldn’t get emotionally involved beyond

pieces of the Beth puzzle, and though he still couldn’t see how they fit together, he intended to figure

the first

amusement at that thought helped