Chapter 45


    Xavier watched as Mae obediently closed her eyes. He was fighting his urges—the urge to whip her


    until she came from nothing more than the pain he inflicted on her breasts. The urge to cut the ropes,


    drag her to the floor, and fuck her.


    He would do neither. At least not yet. He’d promised himself time with her lovely breasts, and he would


    not let his base urges deny him this opportunity. Her body was bowed and stretched, her breasts lifted


    like sweet offerings.


    Taking the pink tips in his fingers he pinched them, lifting her breasts. Mae moaned around the shaft of


    the whip, the sound an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain.


    He pped her right breast, just hard enough to sting, then repeated the blow on the left. Pausing, he


    lifted the whip from her mouth,ying it over her thighs within easy reach. He wanted her to be able to


    use her safe word if she had to.


    Xavier pped her breasts again, this time making sure he got her nipples. She gasped and


    whimpered. Her fingers brushed his cock as she twitched and Xavier’s knees trembled. He would not


    be able to make the scenest much longer—his need for her was too fierce.


    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 herp, he carefully detached thesh from the shaft, recing 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 exined that it would leave them scarred. Instead he used the longsh 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, Xavierid 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.


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    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, heid 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 ce, 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 hade 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, pping 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 mped 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 thest of the orgasm rippled


    through her. Her jaw rxed and he pulled his hand away.


    “It’s not enough.”