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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.”

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

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 her

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

whispered, squeezing her eyes

past, there was only now, only

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

you. I know how aroused you are. You

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

But not of

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

ass. Then I’m going to fuck you

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

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

was bearable, but enough that she

touch to be pleasant, but when he

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

She moaned, arching

from her clit to the

to come from the caning alone.” 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 rub against her g-spot. Beth spread her legs more, rocking against his finger

body would associate the

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

could get so lost, so wrapped up, that

finger slipped from her pussy, and before she could brace herself the cane lashed against her naked skin. This one was

her ankles and she almost fell, but Master James again caught her, two fingers of his free hand sinking into her pussy. He fucked her gently until her panting breaths of pain changed into

when I used

couldn’t hide

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 to beg me

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