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Chapter 72

“Caning and choking.”

“Have you been caned before?”

“Yes, Master James.”

“Where?” He traced a pattern over the smooth fabric of the bustier with the tip of the cane.

Beth had to pause and think before replying. “My back and shoulders, thighs.”

“And did you enjoy it?” The cane dropped to her panties, catching on the lace.

“No, Master James.”

He stepped closer, his arm up to his shoulder now in the light. The cane slipped between her legs, pressing up on the sex.

“And do you think you’ll enjoy it now?”

Beth closed her eyes. A caning was brutal by anyone’s standards. She wasn’t a pain bottom, so for her the pleasure from a caning would have to come from the submissive aspect of it. With anyone else she would have said no, would have accepted the caning because that’s what a good submissive did.

Yet she knew, she knew, that with Master James even this otherwise terrifying implement of torture would lead to bone-melting pleasure.

“Beth, you didn’t answer my question.” There was a hint of chastisement in his voice. Instead of upsetting her, it pissed her off.

Her gaze snapped up, to the shadows where his face would be. “You know the answer to that.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

Beth jerked her chin to the side. “Why? You know how I react to you. You know I want…” More. I want to wear your collar.

The silence stretched, uncomfortable and tense.

“Take a small step backward, bend at the hips.” The cane guided her, pushing against her pussy. “Back up more. Arms together, bend your elbows.”

her torso not quite parallel with the floor, her arms together

hand on the back of her thigh, and she felt the skin to skin contact along every nerve ending in her body. Unable to balance the physical demands of this position with the emotional work it took to hold on to her anger, Beth gave in,

soft, and lips brushed over the bare strip of skin between the top of her panties and the bottom of her bustier. Teeth nipped at the

Beth whispered, squeezing

the past, there was only now, only this moment, this

then inched them down. She was wet despite

know how aroused you are. You should be terrified. A caning will

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

Master.” But not

now-bare ass, paused,

going to cane your ass. Then

his plan containing none of the more

was quiet

bearable, but enough that she couldn’t stop herself from

mark he’d just left. The skin was too hot for the touch to be pleasant, but when he wrapped one arm around her

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

James.” She moaned, arching her

from her clit to the

of orgasm a thousand times, each time stopping to lay

entered her, curling to rub against her g-spot. Beth spread her legs more, rocking against

would associate

didn’t understand why he was telling her this. That didn’t seem like his brand of BDSM. Did he think that’s

so lost, so wrapped up, that

her naked skin. This one was lower,

time dancing in place a little. Her underwear tangled around her ankles and she almost fell, but Master James again caught her, two fingers

submissive to come when I used the crop

couldn’t

wouldn’t touch her except to tie her legs open and crop her. She’d come just from that. Then I’d put her on her knees,

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