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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.

focusing on her. Rolling one nipple with his thumb, he pressed his lips to her neck, letting his

thighs were vibrating. He’d been touching her for less than two minutes, but it seemed

her earlobe, pinched her nipple hard,

already taut body tensed like an archer’s bow, the sleek lines of her gold-toned skin revealing lean, strong muscles. She took a fractured breath and then started to shake, her limbs trying to curl in, as

sex with all four fingers so he could feel the orgasm. He could have entered

what was almost sobs. Part of him wanted to curl her up into a ball and hold her, but he kept her spread and open before him, hoping the physical openness would help trigger more

taking possession of her bare flesh with his touch. When her breath returned to normal, he took his hand from her pussy, wiping it against her belly so the

hands away from his scalp so her palms were

a sitting positing, then helped

to let his feelings show on his face. He could cheerfully horsewhip

reflexes people, especially women, had developed by the time they were adults. Usually what happened was a submissive managed to keep some of those walls in place, resulting in a sort of half-submission that was usually fine, especially among casual partners. The trouble came

the kind of domination 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 after watching the two of them together in a scene in the library. A scene Beth

was the opposite problem—the perfect, obedient submissive who followed every rule, obeyed every command, and yet no one

could become. But it was much more common that good chemistry allowed for more intense play, rather than the apparent lack of chemistry in Beth’s past relationships

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 Beth, despite the way she’d

in shining armor instinct he had was on alert after only a few minutes with her, which only made him 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

though he still couldn’t see how they fit together, he intended to figure it

the first

bubble of amusement at that thought helped him put aside