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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 breath stimulate the

vibrating. He’d been touching her for less than two minutes, but it seemed like she was going to

her nipple hard,

revealing lean, strong muscles. She took a fractured breath and then started to

of his hand against her clit, spreading the lips of her sex with all four fingers so he

into a ball and hold her, but he kept her spread and

his touch. When her breath returned to

her hands away from his scalp

sitting positing,

show on his face. He could

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

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

perfect, obedient submissive who followed every rule, obeyed every

become. But it was much more common that good chemistry allowed for more intense play, rather than the apparent lack of chemistry

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

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

couldn’t see how they fit together, he intended to figure it out before he let her go Sunday

the

at that thought helped him put