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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.”

at the waist, her torso not quite parallel with the floor, her arms

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

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

squeezing her eyes

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

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

how aroused you are. You should be

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

But not of

her now-bare ass, paused, as if he heard the things she

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

none of

The cane was quiet compared to the crack of a paddle,

bearable, but enough that she couldn’t

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 her

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

Master James.” She

to the entrance of her

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

spread her legs more, rocking

would associate

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

lost, so wrapped up, that it

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

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

when I used

Beth couldn’t

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

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