Chapter 56


    James stilled the swinging cage, which was suspended at shoulder level in one of the Iron Court


    yrooms. The sub kneeling awkwardly inside barely reacted, except for a slight rxation of the


    tense muscles in her face.


    He’d carefully watched her interaction with Madame Cat, warned by Master Mikael’s words. Beth was


    either one of the quietest, most obedient subs he’d ever seen, was so deep in subspace that all her


    reactions were muted under a thickyer of knee-jerk obedience, or she was just going through the


    motions of submission with no real emotional connection to what was happening.


    He hoped, almost desperately, that it was one of the first two.


    James put his hand over hers, realizing that she was white-knuckling the bars, not merely holding on.


    He hadn’t been able to tell exactly how tense she was in her bodynguage.


    She didn’t look up, didn’t open her eyes, leaving him staring at her glossy dark hair, which was parted


    in a perfectly straight line. She was naked, though in her contorted position he could see rtively little


    of her body. Tilting his head he caught sight of her reddened left nipple, the lingering mark of Madame


    Cat’s fingers a testament to how tight the grip had been, and how much self control it had taken for


    Beth not to cry out at something that was surely painful.


    James had never enjoyed subs who were either naturally secretive with their responses or who had


    been trained to stifle their reactions. Not that demanding quiet couldn’t be a fun aspect of a scene,


    especially when it was a rule that couldn’t possibly be followed, but he wanted to interact with a


    woman, to know what she was feeling. That was much harder to do if she justy or sat there stiff and


    mute.


    He wondered if Beth had been trained to be this way, or if it was part of her personality.


    “Hello, Beth.”


    She shivered slightly when he spoke, and it was the first totally uncontrolled reaction he’d seen from


    her.


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    “Hello, Master James.”


    She knew his name. He was shocked, though perhaps he shouldn’t be. There weren’t so many


    members of Las Palmas that it would be extraordinary for someone to know everyone’s name. But


    she’d identified him by voice alone.


    “Let’s get you out of that cage so we can talk.”


    “As it pleases you, Master James.”


    He was listening closely, watching her intently, so he caught the signs of relief—lowering of her


    shoulders, loosening of her grip on the bars.


    It took him several minutes to find the control panel cleverly hidden in the stone wall. He turned off the


    spotlights, turned up the other room lights, and then lowered the cage, which was suspended from a


    mechanically controlled pulley.


    Once it was down, he went back to the cage, unfastening the simpletches that held the door closed.


    Once it was open, Beth made no move to exit.


    James stifled a sigh. “You cane out.”


    “Thank you, Master James.”


    She leaned her upper body out, nted her hands on the floor then slowly moved her legs. At first he


    thought she was scared to exit the cage, perhaps scared of a scene with him after having only a


    moment ago lost the security of a cor, but after a moment of watching her, he realized what he was


    seeing was not fear, but pain.


    Crouching in a catcher’s pose he held out his hands. “Give me your hands. I’ll help you stand up.”


    Beth’s head tipped up, and for a moment her eyes met his. What he saw in her gaze was a bright and


    powerful mixture of emotions—pain, anticipation, and lust. The force of her personality and desire was


    nearly enough to knock him back onto his ass.


    Slowly sheid her fingers in his palms. Forcing himself to focus, James rose slowly, drawing her up


    until she was kneeling with her back straight. When the pressure of her fingers in his increased, James


    closed his hands around hers, giving her something to brace against as she rose to her feet.


    Her lower legs from knee to ankle were marked with deeply embedded red lines, the crosshatch a


    perfect replica of the bottom of the cage.


    James clenched his jaw as a wave of protectiveness washed over him. He held it back—subs were not


    princesses in need of rescuing. They were grown women who made informed decisions about their


    sexuality.


    What she needed was to be cared for, not to be rescued.


    James released her hands and knelt, rubbing her lower legs with firm, hard strokes. She made a small


    noise and swayed. For a moment her hands brushed his body as she instinctively reached out to


    steady herself. When she jerked back from the contact, she almost lost her bnce. James grabbed


    her hip, fingertips against the flexed muscle of her ass.


    “Don’t fall; brace yourself while I rub the marks out of your legs.”


    He returned to working on her lower legs, but his attention was on her hands, on what she’d do. With


    rueful amusement he realized he was holding his breath waiting to see if she’d touch him. One hand


    settled on his shoulder. Her fingers were cold from clutching the metal bars.


    The other hand brushed over his hair, the touch so light he almost didn’t feel it, but then she did it


    again, skimming her fingers through his hair. James raised his face, and his gaze met hers.


    Beth’s breath caught, and her irises dted with desire. Her hand clenched in his hair, not pulling, but


    possessive. A flush rose from her chest to her cheeks, darkening her skin to a dusky pink.


    James rose to his feet, still holding her gaze as her hands slid down his body, the pressure of her


    fingers molding his shirt to his chest. Beth blinked, and with a jerk that shook her whole body, dropped


    her chin, eyelids now submissively lowered. She folded her arms behind her back, cupping the


    opposite elbow in each hand in a position that was physically demanding to maintain due to the


    pressure it put on the shoulders—it was a formal, stiff pose.


    James just stared at her, utterly andpletely fascinated. If anything, Master Mikael had undersold


    exactly what was going on with this incredible submissive.


    For the first time since he’d gotten to Las Palmas this afternoon, James smiled. It was going to be a


    very good weekend.


    * * *


    Beth kept her gaze down, emotions rolling through her. She tried to name them, but she was having


    trouble describing what had just happened well enough for her normal process to work. On the surface


    it was simple: he’d rubbed her legs, she’d touched his shoulder with one hand and with the other she’d


    petted his hair. That was inappropriate for a submissive, but surely one incorrect behavior was not


    enough to cause this chaotic mix of feelings.


    Finally she pinpointed the moment they’d looked in one another’s eyes as the real source of her


    turmoil, but in the next breath dismissed that thought as fanciful.


    What she couldn’t dismiss was the way her fingers still tingled from the contact with him—or the


    memory of how firm his chest was under the soft fabric of his dress shirt. She wanted to rip the shirt off


    him, wanted to feel those muscles against her own naked body.


    James walked away, and Beth brought herself under control, taking measured breaths. What she knew


    about him didn’t provide a clue as to how severe an infraction he would consider her behavior. Madame


    Cat would have reacted with immediate disappointment and correction. Remembering the items on the


    C list, Beth knew she was more than likely due for a caning, which she was not looking forward to.


    Resignation made it easy to force out thest of those unidentified emotions Master James had raised


    in her.


    The lights dimmed slightly, and there were more footsteps before Master James called out to her.


    “Beth,e here.”


    Dropping to her knees she crawled towards his voice, keeping her gaze a discreet three feet in front of


    her. As soon as she saw his shiny ck shoes she stopped, waiting for additional direction.


    “Come all the way.”


    Beth continued until her head was only a foot from his knee—Master James was seated on a padded


    bench, his back against the wall. The muted light in the room gave it an almost cozy, twilight feeling.


    “Stand up, please.”


    He said “please” the way all Doms did. It did not lessen themand, did not turn it into a request—


    merely added a note of formality.


    Beth rolled gracefully to her feet, though she was still sore from the time in the cage. Her neck felt light


    and naked without the cor.


    Once she was standing, Master James reached out and tugged her onto his knee. Beth froze.


    Master James’s warm hand settled on her back, the pressure firm but not intimidating.


    “I understand you prefer a more formal style of D/s y. I merely want to talk, and this is normally how I


    talk to my subs, but if this position is ufortable, you can kneel.”


    Beth’s mouth was so dry she couldn’t speak. She was seated on Master James’s right knee, her body


    angled slightly away from him by the position of her lower legs. He wanted to talk, not cane her. After a


    moment of silence, Master James nodded then started to push her off hisp and onto the floor.


    Beth braced her feet against the floor and resisted, stuttering out an awkward, “N-no.”


    Master James stopped pushing, his hands resting on her back and thigh. “No?”


    “No, Master James.” What was wrong with her? Forgetting to use a proper title was the mark of a


    novice.


    “I mean what are you saying ‘no’ to?”


    “Oh. I meant no, I would not rather kneel.” Beth frowned, her words not fully expressing what she


    wanted to say.


    Master James seemed to sense that, because he said, “Beth, for the remainder of this conversation I


    want you to speak freely, as long as you tell me the truth.”


    “Yes, Master James.”


    “Let’s start over.”