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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.”

was bent at the waist, her torso not quite parallel with the floor, her arms together supporting her upper

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, laying her cheek against

soft, and lips brushed over the bare strip of skin between the top of her panties and the bottom

squeezing her

room for the future or the past, there was only now,

inched them down. She was wet despite her efforts to ignore him,

know how aroused you are. You should

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

Master.” But not of

ass, paused, as if he heard the things

cane your ass. Then

containing none of the more obviously pleasurable elements of last weekend’s

both ass cheeks. The cane was quiet compared to the crack of a paddle, the whistle and small thump barely audible before Beth

but enough that she couldn’t

when he wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight against his side as

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

Master James.” She

clit to the

His voice was dark, the hand around her waist tightening. “I could bring you right to the edge of orgasm a thousand times, each time stopping to lay a nice welt on your ass. Eventually you’d be so desperate to come your body would use the pain as the final stimulus to push

spread

associate the

he was telling her this. That didn’t seem like his brand of BDSM. Did he

wrapped up,

could brace herself the cane lashed against her naked skin. This one was lower,

James again caught her, two fingers of his

once trained a submissive to come when I used the crop

Beth couldn’t hide

her on her knees, have her suck me off, and lock her in a cage. If she wanted to come again she

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