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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?”

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

that wracked her wasn’t just from pain. Then he was there, his big body huddled around hers, his now-naked

all the things she was feeling—pain from the caning, arousal because he’d caned her, anticipation from his naked skin against hers, delicious

cock finding its way to the entrance to her sex. Fingers tightened around her throat as he thrust in. Beth sucked in air—she could still breathe, but she couldn’t ignore or dismiss his hold on her,

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

neck, he used his other hand to jerk down the bustier until her breasts sprung free. Fingers closed over her aching nipples, plucking

was nothing more than a whisper, but he growled in apparent pleasure and

pleasure chief among them. It took her a moment to realize she was fighting him, not physically, but emotionally, so focused on sorting out what she was feeling and what was happening that she hadn’t given

was trust

that—letting go of her anger at him, at herself. Releasing her worry and need to dissect

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

to feel you

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

groaned, jackhammering into her fluttering pussy as he

we were done,

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

our

want

“No.”

I can put a clamp

“Yes, Master.”

* * *

“What are you feeling?”

fingers dancing along her naked

“My ass hurts.”

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

spanking on top

you object?” There was a hint of steel in his

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

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