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Chapter 19

She didn’t want pain—she wanted the wonderful pleasure of a few moments ago.

He locked the suspension cuffs together behind her back, then took a short belt from the bag. He strapped her elbows together, forcing her shoulders back.

“This is punishment, Anna. Not play punishment, not pain as a path to pleasure, but true punishment.”

Anna wanted to beg him not to do it, to plead with him not to hurt her when she’d done nothing wrong.

But he was her Master. It was his right to use and train her.

Her arms were lifted away from her back, increasing the pressure on her shoulders, and attached to the frame high above her. More straps secured her legs to the legs of the horse. Her ass and pussy were extended out over the end of the bench, leaving them completely vulnerable.

“The paddle.”

Pet passed Master Jensen a long wood paddle with holes drilled into it. Anna’s eyes widened and she thrashed, trying and failing to scream.

“Take deep breaths and calm down. I’m going to paddle you, and it is going to hurt.”

Anna sucked in air laced with the scent of sage. Master Jensen rubbed the cheeks of her ass.

Crack.

The first blow stung, the pain lasting far longer than that from a blow with a hand or crop did. Anna’s scream was only a muffled squeak.

Crack.

She pressed her face against the wood, tears filling her eyes.

Crack.

The paddle made a whistling noise as it descended to strike her vulnerable and waiting ass.

Crack.

“Pet, deflate the gag.”

Anna’s relief as the thing invading her mouth grew smaller was short lived.

“This is the last one for now.”

Crack.

The blow was harder than the others. Anna sobbed as the pain radiated up from her ass. She barely noticed her legs and arms being released, or Master Jensen helping her to stand before he pulled the gag off. She cuddled against his chest, taking great shuddering breaths.

He eased her away and held up the muzzle. Anna jumped back.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m putting this back on you.”

“Wait, wait.” She held up both hands. “You’re going to do it again?”

“Yes.”

“All of it?” she whispered in horror.

His face was hard, merciless. “Yes.”

“No, Master, please.”

“No? You have a safe word. Use if it you want.”

“Safe word?” She didn’t want to walk away, she just wanted him to be gentler. She didn’t want him to push her, didn’t want to be taken to her limits.

Anna bowed her head. She was a liar—she called herself a good submissive, and yet when faced with a true test, she was failing.

“Anna. Safe word or raise your arms.”

Anna met his gaze, hoping he would see in her eyes that she wanted to obey, but was terrified.

“We’ve become lazy, love. Six months ago you would have obeyed me, even after a paddling. Now you want to run away.”

“I’m scared.”

“But do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“You trust me, but you want me to be predictable. You don’t want to be challenged.”

“Master, I want anything and everything you’ll give me. I just…I didn’t expect this.”

“And I’ve let you become complacent. It’s my fault.”

Anna looked at the dangling chains above her.

“Safe word or raise your arms,” he repeated.

Anna raised her arms.

Master Jensen reattached the suspension cuffs, then put the muzzle on her. The warm scent of sandalwood filled her nose. He stroked and petted her, licked and kissed her nipples while his fingers danced over her clit. Faster than she would have believed possible, the fear and pain of a moment ago was forgotten.

He lifted her by the hips and impaled her on his cock. Anna wrapped her fingers around the straps of the suspension cuffs and locked her legs behind his back as he fucked her. Master Jensen ordered Pet to stand beside them. She maneuvered the vibrator between their bodies so that with each thrust, Jensen was pushing the head of the wand against her clit.

When she was on the verge of climax, Master Jensen pulled out. He switched the muzzle for the gag while she was still suspended. As she took her first breath of sage-scented air, fear settled over her, but this time it was different. The fear was laced with acceptance and need. She was a submissive. Her Master wanted to beat her, hurt her…and so she wanted it, too.

Bound and helpless over the horse, she cried and screamed as Master Jensen delivered another five punishing blows, but this time when he lifted her up, she merely waited for the next order.

“Your ass is red, love.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“You found your subspace this time, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Master, I did.”

“You know I’m going to keep going, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Arms up.”

He pushed them through three more rounds of pleasure and pain. By the end, she’d had twenty five strikes from the paddle and the pain in her ass was constant. He’d incorporated other toys—clamps on her nipples for pleasure, weights on her nipples for pain. His finger in her ass for pleasure, a drop chili oil on her anus for pain. He didn’t speak as he lifted her up the last time. She raised her arms even as she swayed. He strapped her in.

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It was the first time he’d spoken in what seemed like hours. Pet put the muzzle on her and Master Jensen dropped to his knees and pressed his tongue to her pussy. He licked and sucked her until she was moaning, then he went around behind her, his hips against her burning bottom. His cock slid into her pussy, filling her aching core. At his command Pet applied the vibrator to her clit.

The cock filling her, the pain in her ass, the fingers on her nipples and vibrator on her clit all combined into a dense ball of feeling low in her belly. Her breathing labored through the mask, her mind was blank. She needed and wanted nothing more or less than whatever he would give her.

“Come for me, Anna.”

Her world exploded in a sea of colored lights and crashing waves of pleasure. It was as if every nerve ending had lit up at once. Her toes curled, her fingers clenched. Jensen groaned against her shoulder as he too came.

He hadn’t ordered Pet to stop using the vibrator. As her pussy clenched on his cock, the incessant buzz against her clit threw her into another orgasm.

When she came down from this one, Jensen waved the slave away. “Enough, Pet. Thank you. You may go.”

With gentle hands he freed her, stripping away the cuffs and muzzle. He then lifted her, carrying her into a corner and laying her down on a chaise. He lay beside her. Anna rested her head on the chest of the man she would have sworn couldn’t surprise her.

“Master,” she whispered.

* * *

She didn’t sleep. She drifted in the twilight world of post-pleasure. When Jensen got up she clung to him, not wanting to lose his warmth, but he soothed her with soft kisses, then drew a blanket over her.

Anna’s ass ached dully, as did her shoulders. She felt calmer, and more humble, than she had in a long time. She, who prided herself on being a good sub, had balked when her Master had demanded true surrender, the surrender that came with giving up both control and expectations.

It had been a long time since a scene had given her such utter peace. She hadn’t felt like this since Master Jensen had first dominated her.

“Anna, baby, wake up.”

“I’m not asleep.” She rolled onto her back to look up at him and hissed as her ass pressed against the chaise.

“Let me see.”

She rolled off and stood, presenting her back to her Master. He’d raised the lights, giving the room a twilight glow. He stroked her spine, fingers dipping to the top of her ass, but not touching her abused skin.

“I hurt you.”

“Yes, Master.”

He turned her with a hand on her shoulder. “I’ve never pushed you that hard. I need to know how you’re feeling.”

“Ashamed.”

“Ashamed? I didn’t mean to make you feel ashamed.”

“No, I’m ashamed of myself. Ashamed of the way I reacted. You’re my Master. I trust you, and I want—” she shook her head. “I need you to push me, with pleasure and pain. I love the way you treat me, love that you’re possessive and protective, and I got too wrapped up in that.”

He threaded his hand through her hair. “It’s too easy to fuck you.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” She tried and failed to stop the smile that curved her lips.

“It is when I’m fucking you instead of doing other stuff to you.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Anna, you’re really okay?”

“Yes.” She touched his cheek.

“Good, because we’re not done.”

The smile faded from her face. “Yes, Master.” She curled her hands into fists. If he spanked her in the condition she was in now, she didn’t think she’d be able to take it, yet she knew that she had to find a way.

“Trust me.”

“I do.”

“On your knees and crawl over to the ottoman.”

Across the room, near the St. Andrew’s cross, was a large ottoman. It was covered in easy to clean black vinyl. A spotlight shone on it, but the difference in lighting wasn’t as apparent when the rest of the room wasn’t drenched in darkness.

Anna stopped beside the ottoman and waited for his next order. Instead of trying to figure out what he had planned, or what was left on the list, she was happy to simply sit and wait. It was the patience and calm acceptance of subspace.

“It’s been a while since you were this deep,” he said from behind her. She knew he meant this deep in subspace, and she was both surprised and glad he could tell.

“Yes, Master.”

“On the ottoman, head down, ass up.”

She climbed up, and despite the pain in her bottom, she dropped her shoulders and head to the vinyl.

“Spread your knees. More. Perfect.” Master Jensen circled the ottoman, inspecting her. “I’m not going to restrain you. You will hold still.”

“Yes, Master.”

He left, only to return a moment later. There was a click and then something cool and slippery dripped between the cheeks of her bottom. Anna shivered as the cold lube touched her.

“I thought about giving up on this. Your ass has been through enough. But I want to do it. I want to see you accept it. I want to push you again, to see what you can take, to make it pleasure even when

there’s pain.”

Anna’s pussy clenched at his words.

“Relax your ass,” he ordered. Two fingers slid through the lube, then the tip of one finger invaded her rear entrance.

Anna blew out a slow breath, relaxing into the invasion. His finger pumped in and out and her pussy fluttered in response.

“Good girl,” he whispered.