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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.”

not quite parallel with

skin to skin contact along every nerve ending in her body. Unable to balance the physical demands of this position with

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 nipped at

whispered, squeezing her eyes

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

ass through the lace panties, then inched them down. She was wet despite her efforts to ignore him, and the lace clung to the slick

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

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

Master.” But not of physical

her now-bare ass, paused, as if he heard the things she didn’t

he stepped back. “I’m going to cane your ass. Then I’m going to fuck you as I

words were brutal, his plan containing none of the more

quiet compared to the crack of a paddle, the whistle and small

hurt—not more than was bearable, but enough

left. The skin was too hot for the touch to be pleasant, but when he wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight against his side as his fingers

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

James.” She moaned, arching

from her clit to the entrance of her pussy

thousand times, each time stopping to lay a nice welt on

rub against her g-spot. Beth spread

would associate the caning with

didn’t seem like his

lost, so wrapped up, that

from her pussy, and before she could brace herself the cane lashed against her naked skin. This one was lower, striking the soft skin where ass

caught her, two fingers of his free hand sinking into her pussy. He fucked her gently until her panting breaths

when I used the crop on her

did?” Beth couldn’t hide her

knees, have her suck me off, and lock her in a cage. If she

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