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He spanked her breasts until they were flushed pink, until Mae no longer jumped with each blow, but lifted her chest higher. He rewarded her with a final strike to each nipple.

Taking the lunge whip off her lap, he carefully detached the lash from the shaft, replacing it with a six-inch popper, designed to make that delightful
crack
noise that evoked visions of a bullwhip. He would never risk hitting a submissive with a tailed whip—though he’d had some who begged for the bullwhip, even after he explained that it would leave them scarred. Instead he used the long lash of this whip, like his bullwhip, to open the mind to the darkness. Xavier tested it against his thigh, making sure the popper wouldn’t fly off. Mae stiffened slightly, probably trying to figure out why the sound was different.

Stepping up beside her, Xavier laid the shaft on her breasts, pressing it against her hard enough that there could be no doubt what it was. Mae’s sweet, kissable lips parted and she let out a long slow, breath.

She was ready.

With a quick flick of his wrist, Xavier struck her breasts. The
thwack
of the shaft was chased by the cracking sound of the popper snapping the air. Mae gasped, the sharp breath making her abused breasts bounce. Xavier rubbed the whip over her breasts, catching her nipples as he did so. He gave her time, gave her the chance to change her mind.

But the lovely Mae didn’t use her safe word, didn’t retreat into herself or do anything else that would tell him he had to stop.

Xavier struck her again, this time hard enough that a faint pink line appeared. Then again.

He alternated strikes above and below the nipple. After six he switched sides, making sure her breasts got an even amount of attention. Each bounce of her breasts, each gasp and sigh, made Xavier’s cock throb.

Her skin was now nicely marked, her nipples turgid little points. Knowing the end was near, he laid a hard blow on the undersides of her breasts, just below the nipples. Mae screamed, jerking so hard that the chair slid a few inches. She tried to curl up, her upper body twisting awkwardly. Xavier slid the whip between her back and the chair, applying pressure. It was a reminder, and invitation for her to return to her previous position. For a long moment he thought she wouldn’t react and he prepared himself for the next step, but then, with a shuddering sob, Mae arched her back, offering her breasts up for the next blow.

The courage that took, the bravery and faith she had in letting him take her to this dark place, was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Xavier longed to kiss her, but the time for that was over.

Thwack.

A thin red line, darker than the pink marks that had come before it, blossomed on her pale flesh. Mae screamed, but then she moaned, her head twisting side to side.

Tossing the whip down, Xavier put one knee on the seat of the chair between her spread legs and leaned over her. Taking a breast in each hand, he squeezed hard.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.”

There was a storm in her eyes—as if a hurricane was swirling inside her. She was giving him everything she had, everything she was. And in return she demanded all of him, all the darkness and rage that he bottled up every day.

Wanting, needing, to taste that sweet pain, he took her nipples in his mouth. He wasn’t gentle. He bit and sucked, pinched and pulled, drawing on her breasts with hungry hands and mouth. Mae’s gasps turned into cries. Rope creaked as she strained against her bonds. Xavier released her, then jerked his belt from the loops. Doubling it in his hand, he choked up until he held a fold that was no more than four inches long.

The leather belt struck the center of her breast, slapping the aching nipple.

“P-please, Master.” Her teeth were nearly chattering she was shaking so hard, but it wasn’t with pain.

Xavier slid two fingers into her mouth. She bit down, then began to frantically suck on them. He spanked her other nipple.

Mae came. Her already tightly bound body went tense. He could see the muscles in her upper arms, neck, and thighs straining even as her teeth clamped down on his fingers so hard he wondered if she’d broken the skin.

Tossing the belt to the side he squeezed her breasts, holding her as the last of the orgasm rippled through her. Her jaw relaxed and he pulled his hand away.

“It’s not enough.” The words were faintly baffled, and he wasn’t sure if she was talking to him or herself.

Xavier rose and stared down at her. “You came.”

Mae’s storm-filled eyes met his. “It’s not enough.”

Grabbing her head, he kissed her savagely. The need he’d held in check slammed against his control, causing cracks in the armor he wore to survive. “No, it’s not.”

He flicked open his pocket knife and cut through the ropes that bound her to the chair. With her hands still tied together he jerked her up, then dragged her a few feet and forced her to kneel on the seat of the armchair facing the back. Standing behind it, he pulled her upper body down so her midsection was on the padded back and her abused breasts hung exposed and vulnerable below her.

Xavier jerked on the fastenings of his pants, shoving them down just enough to free his cock. He was wet with pre-come, so hard it was almost painful.

He wrapped her braid around one of his hands. “Open your mouth.”

The head of his cock slid past her pink lips and into her warm mouth. Xavier thrust, pushing deeper until he felt her throat close around him. He held there then withdrew just enough for her to take a deep breath through her nose, then thrust back in. Mae adjusted her position, bracing her elbows on the chair so her head was higher and at a better angle to accept his cock. Another submissive wouldn’t have dared move, but not his Mae. He realized for her the rules weren’t as important as the pleasure…and the pain.

He started fucking her mouth in truth, using the hold on her hair to guide and control her. Mae swallowed as his thick length pushed deeper into her, past the point of comfort, to the place where there was no doubt that this was about control and domination.

Xavier reached under her with his free hand and pinched one of her nipples. Mae gasped around his cock, and he took advantage of the moment to pick up the speed of his thrusts. The wet sound of his cock sliding into her mouth was punctuated by her muffled moans as he abused her nipples.

Xavier looked down at her—her lovely body submissively bent before him, her red hair coming loose from the braid to spill around her shoulders. Along the edges of her panties he could see a few marks from the flogging. She was lovely in her submission—not helpless, because even now he sensed that in her core she was still in control. Not of her body, because that belonged to him, but of her mind. He’d opened the door, showed her the darkness on the other side, but it had been her choice to step through. Very few Doms were ever privileged enough to feel this—the humbling power of mastering a submissive who only grew stronger the more he or she gave.

Xavier came, one hand tangled in her hair, the other grabbing the waist of her panties and jerking them up so the fabric ground against her pussy. Mae shuddered through her own orgasm as she sucked the last of his come from his body.

Xavier’s legs were trembling when he stepped back. A blessed peace filled him. It was like silence after a lifetime of throbbing noise, or dawn heralding the end of a ceaseless night. He dropped to his knees and rested his forehead against the chair. Mae’s cheek dropped to rest on his head, her still bound arms dropping around his shoulders.

She held him as he shuddered and shivered through the emotional release that he’d come here looking for, and that had been building inside him since he first touched her.

For the first time he didn’t think about her—what she needed or was feeling. He took rather than gave. Took the release, took the comfort of her touch. He didn’t know how long he knelt there, but when he finally sat back he could not pretend that this had been just another session with a sub.

A rush of fear made him get to his feet and turn away from Mae. He’d meant this to be a simple breast whipping, a primer to what he’d planned to do to her in the courtyard. It should not have affected him like this. He should not have felt as if he’d been turned inside out.

He looked back at Mae. She was still kneeling on the chair, elbows propped on the back. She opened her mouth, but when their gazes met she dropped her eyes and closed her mouth. She slowly lowered her upper body until her midsection rested on the back of the chair, resuming the position he’d first put her in.

She’d given him everything he’d asked, more than he could have hoped for, and now she was willing to give him more.

Xavier bowed his head. He was a coward, something he’d sworn never to be. It was time to stop pretending that what he had with Mae was simple, or that he’d be willing and able to give her up when this was done.

He helped her off the chair, taking a seat and pulling her into his lap. She cuddled her head against his neck and rested her still bound hands on his chest.

Xavier kissed her forehead. If it hadn’t been for the game, he might have ended the scene here, taking her to a bed where he could fuck her at his leisure. The overseers had said that this checklist game was about pushing themselves. There was almost nothing on the checklist he wasn’t willing to try or do, so he’d assumed that Mae was his challenge. Mistress Faith must have seen that she was more than sweetly submissive, and in need of a guide to the darker end of the spectrum. Once he’d seen her masochistic tendencies Xavier had understood why, though they seemingly had nothing in common, he and Mae had been paired.

He knew now that she wouldn’t use her safe word, wouldn’t back out. She’d take all he’d give her, and she’d be a better submissive for it. But being pushed that far, that deep, could take its toll, and Xavier feared that though Mae would submit to what he had planned, she’d hate him for it.

Mae practiced breathing—in, out, in, out. She’d have thought that by this point in her life she’d have something that fundamental mastered, but it was as if Xavier had drained her of everything… only to fill her back up again. What she’d just been through should have been less intense than this afternoon’s session bent over the barrel in the library, but it had been far more so. And the most intense part had been at the end, when Xavier had dropped to his knees. He’d been shaking as if he would break apart into a million pieces, and she’d been gripped by the need to hold and protect him from whatever was raging within.

In that moment, with her body still aching from his touch, she’d had to acknowledge that she had feelings for him. Feelings that went far beyond what a sub should feel for a Dom. Falling in love with a Dom was an amateur mistake, and one she’d never been in danger of making until now.

Once she got away from him, once the game was over, these crazy feelings for him would surely fade. This sense that fate had brought them together was simply a byproduct of their intense play and her own conflict over this new direction her sexuality was taking.

When Master Xavier urged her off his lap, Mae sank gracefully to her knees. Her breast brushed his leg and she winced. Looking down, she was both shocked and pleased by the state of her breasts. They were pink all over from his hands with thin red lines from the whip. Her nipples were plump and still erect. With each breath she was aware of the way the air danced over her skin.

Though she’d come twice—the first time from nothing more than rough breast play, which she’d never have imagined was possible—Mae was still aroused. Her panties now felt like a chastity belt, designed to torment and keep her from her pleasure.

“Stand up; take off your clothes.”

Hiding a smile of delight, Mae gingerly pushed to her feet. Xavier cut the bindings on her wrists, freeing her to obey his command.

First she undid the latches on the front of the corset. Peeling it back, she took a few deep breaths, reveling in the freedom. Next she stripped the steampunk undies down and off. The crotch was soaked and the smell of her arousal flooded the room.

She tugged the sleeves of the lace shirt until her arms were free, intending to push it down over her hips.

“No, take it off the other way. Slowly.”

Mae shivered, glad that he wouldn’t let her get away with anything, glad that he wanted her to feel everything he did to her. Crossing her arms she started to pull the shirt off. The lace felt like sandpaper against her sensitive nipples. She was trembling by the time it was off. She went to remove her shoes and stockings, but he shook his head and she left them on.

“Hands together behind your neck.”

Mae did as she was ordered, her beaten breasts now proudly on display. He examined her, his gaze almost a physical weight on her body. Two fingers dipped into her pussy, massaging her clit. Mae’s knees went weak, but his touch was gone far too soon. She watched, mesmerized, as he raised his hand and tasted her. She remembered the way she’d felt when he’d pushed his fingers into her mouth, the way she’d bitten him, too lost in the mad combination of pain and pleasure to consider exactly what she was doing.

“Put the corset back on.”

Questions and comments were right there on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them, choosing instead to give him the silent obedience that would free him to do whatever wonderful, painful things he had planned.

She’d adjusted the lacing at the back of the corset before even coming to Las Palmas, so it was easy enough to quickly slip it around her belly and fastened the closures down the front. Above and below it she was naked, her breasts and pussy on total display. The constriction of the corset felt odd contrasted with the nakedness of her most intimate places.

Master Xavier grabbed her wrist, tugging until she fell against him, her breasts brushing his chest. “We’re not done, Mae. It would be easier if we were, if I could ignore everything and fuck you the way I want to.”

Mae’s eyes widened at the grim tone of his voice.

“You’re masochistic—you enjoy pain, you feel it the way other people feel pleasure. I don’t know how you went this long without being tested, but now that you know, you won’t be able to go back.”