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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?”

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

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

because he’d caned her, anticipation from his naked skin against hers, delicious

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

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

used his other hand to jerk down the bustier

whisper, but he growled in apparent pleasure

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

to do was trust him, give in and

go of her anger at him, at herself. Releasing her worry and need to

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

to feel

robbing her of breath. Instead, Beth let her body tell him what he needed to know. When he pinched her right nipple hard, twisting the bud to the point

her, James groaned, jackhammering into her fluttering

didn’t think we were

He’d carried her to a mat in the corner, since this room didn’t have

with our checklist.”

you want to

“No.”

spread your legs so I can put a clamp on

“Yes, Master.”

* * *

“What are you feeling?”

the fingers dancing along her naked back roused Beth

“My ass hurts.”

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

top of a

a hint

Beth as she lay on James’s lap, both of them seated on an elegant leather chaise

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