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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?”

come. Then we’ll do something else, and we’ll come some more and I won’t have to worry about whether I’m pleasing you, or being a good submissive. That’s all I want, and

throwing 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 hers, his now-naked hips pressed against her abused ass, one hand on her back keeping her bent forward, while the other slid around her neck,

the caning, arousal because he’d caned her, anticipation from

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

cock filled her. He was

holding her by the neck, he used his other hand to jerk down the

whisper, but he growled in apparent pleasure

It took her a moment to realize she was fighting him, not physically, but emotionally, so focused

do was trust him, give

a sigh she did exactly that—letting go of her anger at him, at herself. Releasing

if he understood. Maybe he did. He knew her in a way no one

to

his hold on her robbing her of breath. Instead, Beth let her body tell him what he needed to know. When he

into her fluttering pussy as he too

didn’t think we were done, did

opened one eye, looking up at Master James. He’d carried her to a mat in the

with our checklist.”

want to

“No.”

your legs so I can

“Yes, Master.”

* * *

“What are you feeling?”

dancing along her naked back roused Beth from her

“My ass hurts.”

Doms. “Tomorrow I might give you a nice spanking, just to see what you look like with

top

There was a hint of steel in

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

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