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Chapter 74

Beth took a step toward him, only to be pulled up short by the chains. She wanted to touch him, to reassure him.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I haven’t told anyone that story before, though plenty of people at Las Palmas know about what happened.”

“That’s why collar is on your hard limits list?”

“Yes. I’m one of the reasons Las Palmas has an alternative. There’s too much potential emotional baggage with a collar.”

Beth nodded. Partners or groups who wanted to be formally recognized as being in an exclusive relationship within the club had to be bonded. Often that meant collaring too, but bonding was actually a formal arrangement between the parties.

There were things she wanted to say, should say—that she was sorry for asking him to collar her, that if she’d known she wouldn’t have asked, that she’d never been happier as a submissive than she was with him.

But the words wouldn’t come, stuck behind a wall of awkwardness Beth would never lose, so instead she responded in a way she hoped he’d understand. Turning, she bent, resuming her position, waiting for him to continue caning her.

He didn’t react, and Beth’s stomach clenched with embarrassment and regret. Just as she was about to stand up, his hands cupped her hips. He stepped up behind her, and even through his pants she could feel the heat of his cock against her ass.

“Beth.” Her name was a plea, a pledge, on his lips.

“Yes, Master?”

He moved away, and she wasn’t surprised when she heard a faint whistle, followed by a line of fiery pain as he struck her for a third time.

This time she whimpered. “Thank you, Master.”

“Don’t. You don’t have to say that.”

“But I mean it.”

“Why?”

do something else, and we’ll come some more and I won’t have to

her head back, tears in her eyes, but the trembling that wracked her wasn’t just from pain. Then he was there, his big body huddled around

things she was feeling—pain from the caning, arousal because he’d

he thrust in. Beth sucked in air—she could still breathe, but she couldn’t ignore or dismiss his hold on her, his control of her

He was long and

he used his other hand to jerk down the bustier until her breasts sprung free. Fingers closed over her

whisper, but he growled in apparent pleasure and

chief among them. It took her a moment to realize she was fighting him, not physically, but emotionally, so focused on sorting

do was trust

of her anger at him, at herself. Releasing her worry and need to dissect what was

understood. Maybe he did. He knew her in a way no one else did, or ever

to feel you

her body tell him what he needed to know. When he pinched her right nipple hard, twisting the bud

her, James groaned, jackhammering into her

didn’t think we were done,

Master James. He’d carried her to a

our

you want

“No.”

legs so I can put a clamp on your

“Yes, Master.”

* * *

“What are you feeling?”

and the fingers dancing along her naked back roused

“My ass hurts.”

unique to Doms. “Tomorrow I might give you a nice spanking, just

on top of

was a hint of steel

arousal shook Beth as she lay on James’s lap, both of them seated

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