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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

less than two

he nipped her earlobe, pinched her nipple hard, and rubbed her clit with firm, quick

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 if to protect herself from the force of her orgasm—a force so

try to force a second orgasm, but did press the heel of his hand against her clit, spreading the lips of her sex with all four fingers so he could

in what was almost sobs. Part of him wanted to curl her up into a ball and hold her,

breath returned to normal, he took his hand from her pussy, wiping it against her belly so the smell of

she shifted from a place of pleasure to awareness. She relaxed her hold on his hair, lifting her hands away

sitting positing, then helped her

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

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 when neither

and Mae overcome—Xavier had managed to bring out Mae’s real submissive. She’d been begging Xavier for 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 had been a part of, in so far

was the opposite problem—the perfect, obedient submissive who followed every rule, obeyed

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

that way, as were men who enjoyed long-term chastity or cuckolding. James

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 he wouldn’t get emotionally involved beyond investing the time it would take to figure out how to make her let him

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

the

bubble of amusement at that thought helped him put