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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?”

you’re going to fuck me while you choke me and we’re both going to 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

again, this blow harder than all the others, and Beth screamed, 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

feeling—pain from the caning, arousal because he’d caned her, anticipation from his

thrust in. Beth sucked in air—she could still breathe,

cock filled her. He was long and hard, just what

hand to jerk down the bustier until her breasts sprung free. Fingers closed over her aching nipples, plucking the tight

nothing more than a whisper, but he growled

took her a moment to realize she was fighting him, not physically, but emotionally, so focused on sorting out what

to do was

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

whispered, as if he understood. Maybe he did. He knew her

want to feel you

body tell him what he needed to know. When he pinched her right

jackhammering into her

think we were done, did

Master James. He’d carried her to a mat in the corner,

with our

want to

“No.”

I can put a

“Yes, Master.”

* * *

“What are you feeling?”

and the fingers dancing along her naked

“My ass hurts.”

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

on top of

object?” There was a

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

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