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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 body weight, wrists higher than her

James laid his bare hand on the back of her thigh, and she felt the skin to skin contact along every nerve ending in her body. Unable to

His voice was soft, and lips brushed over the bare strip of skin between the top of her panties and the bottom of her bustier. Teeth

whispered, squeezing her eyes

the future or the past,

them down. She was wet despite her efforts to ignore him, and the lace clung

you. I know how aroused you are.

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

But not of

which had been roaming over her now-bare ass, paused, as if he heard the things she

to cane your ass. Then I’m going to fuck

brutal, his plan containing none of the more obviously pleasurable elements of

ass cheeks. The cane was quiet compared to the crack of a paddle, the whistle and

bearable, but enough that she couldn’t stop herself

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

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

James.” She moaned, arching

to the entrance of her pussy and back, moving with

bring you right to the edge of orgasm a thousand times, each time stopping to lay a nice welt on

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

associate the

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

so lost, so wrapped up, that it would seem okay, seem

before she could brace herself the cane lashed against her naked skin. This

place a little. Her underwear tangled around her ankles and she almost fell, but Master James again caught her, two fingers of his free hand sinking into her pussy.

once trained a submissive to come when

couldn’t hide her

crop her. She’d come just from that. Then I’d put her on her knees, have her

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