Chapter 40


    Mae nodded when he told her that he was going to punish her, hoping he couldn’t tell that right now the


    threat sounded more like forey. The person between her legs was quickly bringing her close to a


    second orgasm.


    Xavier leaned close, his cheek brushing hers. “You’re lovely when youe…and you have a delicious


    pussy.” There was a smile in his voice.


    That had been him? Delighted that he’d been the first to touch her, the first to make her orgasm, was


    quickly followed by irritation that he’d given an order and then made sure she’d fail.


    “You jerk. I should have known it was you.” Her words were totally unintelligible.


    Xavierughed, as if he’d understood her despite the gag. The hands and mouths pleasuring Mae all


    stopped. She had the strangest feeling that everyone was looking at Xavier, as if they couldn’t believe


    what they’d just heard.


    He brushed his lips over hers, the kiss awkward because of the gag, apparently not aware or not caring


    that he’d shocked everyone.


    “You’d better note again. If you do I might have to spank that pretty pussy.”


    Mae came. It took her by surprise, the orgasm caused by the delicious threat, the undeniably erotic


    situation he’d put her in, and the sound of his voice in her ear. She couldn’t stop the moans, or her hips


    from lifting. Anyone watching would know exactly what was happening deep inside her, despite the fact


    that at that moment no one was touching her.


    With a whimper at failing yet again she hid her face against her arm. Xavier tugged at her cor, then


    kissed her neck before rising.


    Distantly she heard some ask, “Did he just make her orgasm with his voice alone?”


    “Never mind that, did Master Xavier justugh?”


    * * *


    An hourter Mae was sure she had nothing left inside her. She was like a wrung-out cloth, tangled and


    empty. But then someone pushed another ice cube into her ass before rubbing her clit. Mae arched her


    back, her shoulders and head pressing against the submissive who was supporting her. Ten minutes


    ago Master Xavier had helped her to half sit up. She was still bound to the barrel, still blindfolded and


    gagged, but now her upper body was resting against someone, her bound hands looped over her


    supporter’s neck.


    “Did you juste again?” Master Xavier was walking toward her. She could tell when he reached her


    side. It was as if there was apass inside her, and he was true north.


    She shook her head. She hadn’te. At least she didn’t think so. Never before had she been


    exposed to such prolonged pleasure. This made a few “forced” orgasms from a vibrator seem like


    vani sex. If she hadn’t been gagged she would have long ago tried to get out of this, either by


    begging to be fucked or by pleading about how tired and sensitive she was.


    With the gag in her mouth that wasn’t an option. She still held the safe word cloth, and every so often


    someone would tug on it, reminding her she had it. If her Master wanted her here, if he thought she


    could take more, then she would.


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    Two fingers circled her clit. Mae recognized the touch—Master Xavier had taken more turns than she


    could count, tormenting her, each time bringing her to a blistering orgasm.


    Though she would have sworn she was too worn out toe again, after only a minute he had her


    sobbing through another orgasm.


    When it was through, her stomach and thigh muscles continued to tremble—not with pleasure, but with


    exhaustion.


    “You’ve been serviced enough.”


    Mae’s arms were unbound and the person at her back gently lowered her to lie over the barrel once


    more. There was the screech of nails being pulled from wood, then the pressure of her leg bindings


    loosened. When they were gone she tried to straighten her legs, but they were too stiff. Multiple pairs of


    hands helped rub the cirction back into her limbs. Finally she was lifted off the barrel. She swayed


    on her feet, curling her fingers into Xavier’s shirt. He guided her a few steps to the left, turned her so


    that her back was to his chest, and unbuckled the blindfold. Mae blinked, her vision taking a long time


    to focus.


    A naked woman was standing in front of her, a ck corbeling her a submissive. Her pale skin


    was marked by pink splotches and her face was free of makeup, though there was a streak of mascara


    along one temple. She was the vision of a well-used submissive, the kind of woman who obeyed


    without question, who gave everything she was over to a Master.


    Mae let out a small sob, touching the red ball gag still in her mouth, watching the unfamiliar reflection


    mirror the motion. The ck band still bound her breasts, her legs were crisscrossed with red stripes


    from the bindings, the bites on her inner thigh had darkened to semicircr bruises, and her pussy lips


    were swollen and deep pink, an obvious result of being well-used.


    She’d never seen herself look like this, and she wasn’t sure what it meant.


    Her knees started to buckle and Xavier grabbed her upper arms. She looked at him—a dark presence


    looming over her shoulder. He looked imcable and hard. He looked like the kind of man who left a


    sub marked and wrung out.


    She touched the gag again, begging without words for him to take it out. He shook his head, heartlessly


    denying her request. Tears filled her eyes. Mae couldn’t bear to look in the mirror anymore.


    Turning, she clung to Xavier’s chest, sobbing. He held her, hands rubbing her back, dipping down to


    touch her ass, which only reminded her of the floggingst night. When her knees gave out he lowered


    her to the floor.


    “Hands and knees, Mae.” His voice was gentle, though themand was not. He gathered her hair,


    twirling it into a rope. Using it as a leash he walked over to a couch, Mae crawling beside him.


    When he sat she copsed at his feet, resting her head on his knee.


    He stroked her hair, then lifted her onto the couch beside him. Mae blinked back fresh tears of relief.


    He unbuckled the gag, but when Mae quickly spat it out, he frowned at her.


    “No, Mae. Not until I remove it or give you permission.”


    He held the gag up to her lips. She met his gaze, sure that he wouldn’t make her keep wearing it.


    There was no quarter, no pity, in his gaze. His will washed over her, and she submitted. Opening her


    mouth she sat obediently when he pushed the hated thing between her teeth.


    Mae felt like a plucked string, taut and vibrating so hard that she might snap. Tentatively she crawled


    onto hisp, nestling her ass between his syed thighs and resting her head on his shoulder. She


    waited for him to shove her onto the floor, reprimand her in some way.


    But Xavier curled his arms around her and kissed her forehead. Mae closed her eyes in relief. He’d


    pushed her, demanded more of her than anyone ever had before, but now, in his arms, she knew that


    he would also protect her.


    Mae gave in to the exhaustion that weighed on her, falling asleep in his arms.