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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.”

with the floor, her arms

she felt the skin to skin contact along every nerve ending in her body. Unable to balance the physical demands of

strip of skin between the top

squeezing her eyes

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

was wet despite her efforts to

you. I know how aroused you are. You

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

not of

hands, which had been roaming over her now-bare ass, paused, as

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

of the more

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

hurt—not more than was bearable, but enough that she

ran 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

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

James.” She moaned, arching her

from her clit to the

to the edge of orgasm a thousand times, each time stopping

spread her legs more, rocking against his finger

your body would associate the

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

get so lost, so wrapped up, that it would

her naked skin. This one was lower, striking the soft skin where

she almost fell, but Master James again caught her, two fingers of his free hand sinking

once trained a submissive to come when I

Beth couldn’t hide her

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

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