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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

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

over the bare strip of skin between the top of her panties and the bottom of her bustier. Teeth nipped at

whispered, squeezing

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

them down. She was wet despite her efforts to

know how aroused you

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

Master.” But not

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

cane your ass. Then I’m going to fuck

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

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

enough that she couldn’t

mark he’d just left. The skin was too hot for the touch to be pleasant, but when he wrapped

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

James.” She moaned, arching

the entrance of her pussy

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 come your body would use the pain as

her g-spot. Beth spread

your body would associate

didn’t seem like his brand of BDSM. Did he think that’s

lost, so wrapped up, that it would

herself the cane lashed against her naked skin. This one was lower, striking the soft skin where ass met thigh at her

two fingers of his free hand sinking into her pussy.

come when I used the crop on her inner

did?” Beth couldn’t hide

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

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