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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 foreplay. 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 you come…and you have a delicious pussy.” There was a smile in his voice. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

Xavier laughed, 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 not come 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 collar, 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 just laugh?”

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An hour later 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 just come again?” Master Xavier was walking toward her. She could tell when he reached her side. It was as if there was a compass inside her, and he was true north.

She shook her head. She hadn’t come. 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 vanilla 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.

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 to come 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 circulation 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 black collar labeling 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 black band still bound her breasts, her legs were crisscrossed with red stripes from the bindings, the bites on her inner thigh had darkened to semicircular 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 implacable 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 flogging last night. When her knees gave out he lowered her to the floor.

“Hands and knees, Mae.” His voice was gentle, though the command 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 collapsed 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 his lap, nestling her ass between his splayed 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.