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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.

“No more pain, just pleasure.”

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.

His finger withdrew and then a second joined it. Anna winced against the initial stretching, but when he started thrusting, she was again swamped by pleasure. His other hand dipped into her pussy, testing the wetness there.

“You’re enjoying having your ass used, aren’t you?”

“I am, Master, I am.”

“Good. You’re going to take more now.” He added a third finger and Anna’s nails pressed into the vinyl. “Relax,” he demanded. “You will take three fingers in your ass.”

“Y-yes.”

He rocked his fingers, barely moving them. Slowly her body relaxed, opening to him. He pushed his fingers deeper and she felt the hard ridge of his knuckles. She cried out as he stretched her.

“Good girl. Good girl.”

Anna’s breathing was shallow, her nipples hard points under her, her clit throbbing. He pulled his fingers free. Anna drew in a deep breath, then let out a whimper as he pulled the beaten cheeks of her ass farther apart. More lube poured over her anus.

There was pressure against her puckered hole, something smooth and firm. Her master applied force and it sank into her ass, opening her a little more with each centimeter. The smooth surface of the plug was easier to accept than his fingers. Her body stretched and stretched. The first twinges of true pain made her twitch her hips.

“Hold still. We’re half way.”

“Half way?” she whispered.

“Yes. And what do you say?”

Anna sighed. “Thank you, Master.”

“Good girl.”

Deeper and deeper it went, stretching her anus until it burned.

“You look so sexy like this.” She could hear his arousal in the growl in his voice. “You’re marked from the beating, and your tight little ass is stretched open so wide.”

Anna drank in his words, reveling in the darkness he’d pushed them to. The plug slid in another inch.

“This is the widest part. I’ve never opened your ass this wide.”

Anna couldn’t reply, she could barely breathe. Dark pleasure filled her. Her sex was throbbing, her skin tingling. Jensen pressed his palm against her ass cheek. Anna shrieked in pain. Her anus clenched around the massive plug, but it was so big that her muscles could only tremble against the invader.

Jensen pushed and the plug slid in. Her body closed around the neck, which, while narrower, was still wider than anything she was used to.

“Beautiful. You took that beautifully. Hands and knees.”

Anna pushed herself up, bracing her trembling arms. Jensen dropped down beside the ottoman. He reached under her and rubbed his palm against her nipples with one hand, while the other slid into her pussy. His wrist pressed against her ass and the pings of pain only increased the throbbing in her belly. One finger slid into her pussy and his pinky rubbed her clit.

An orgasm ripped through her. It was unexpected and violent. Anna screamed, her muscles clenching which only made her more aware of the plug. Her arms trembled, and if not for the fact that her Master quickly braced his forearm under her ribs, she would have dropped down.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. Just let it come.”

Anna shivered, little lightning strikes of pleasure zipping through her still.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“For what?”

“I didn’t have permission to come.”

“Did you know you were going to come?”

“No, Master.”

“Then don’t apologize. That was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”

He slid onto the ottoman, then pulled her on top of him. She straddled his thighs, resting her chest and head against him. He stroked her sides and back.

“Thank you, Master.”

He kissed her temple. “You’re welcome, but we’re not done yet.”

Anna clung to her Master’s arm. The plug in her bottom made walking feel strange.

“Lovely ass. Well done, Jensen.”

Master Jensen acknowledged the other Dom’s comment with a nod. Anna blushed, but she kept walking. He’d decided that it was time to go back to their room. As before, he’d given her the chance to walk there, but if the plug started to come out, she’d have to ask to crawl. She doubted the massive plug currently filling her would come out, but it was turning out to be a slow walk.

She was completely naked, her abused ass on display, the black “A” still marking her breast. Master Jensen had allowed her to hold his arm, since she felt unsteady on her feet, but he didn’t let her turn into him, wouldn’t let her hide from the people who walked past. She knew he did that for her.

While yesterday he’d seemed to enjoy putting her on display, now he had returned to his normal attitude, which involved wanting no one but himself to see her stripped bare both emotionally and physically. He tensed every time someone came near them, and his right hand fisted when someone commented on her body or the plug. He forced her to parade through Las Palmas in order to remind her of her submission, and to allow her to display her marks and bruises.

When they reached their room, Jensen swept her up into his arms, carrying her in and laying her gently on the bed.

“Are you alright, Master?”

“I didn’t beat the crap out of anyone.”

“Very grown up of you.”

He grunted. “Roll over.”

Anna rolled onto her belly. He touched her hip and she drew her knees up under her, presenting her ass.

“Turn and put your knees on the side of the bed.”

She adjusted her position, grabbing fistfuls of the duvet to hold herself in place.

Two fingers entered her pussy and Anna arched her neck, moaning. The plug was so large, her pussy so tight, that his fingers felt as thick as his cock.

He grunted. “I don’t think I can fuck you with that thing in.”

Despite the wild orgasm of half an hour ago, Anna was aroused again. “Please, Master.” She didn’t care how full she was, she wanted his cock inside her.

He tried to fit a third finger into her and Anna hissed as sharp pain shot through her.

“I have a better idea.” Jensen’s fingers disappeared, to be replaced by his tongue on her clit. He licked and sucked the bundle of nerves, drawing her closer and closer to orgasm.

She moaned, thrusting her pussy back against his face. “Master, please, please,” she begged.

He grasped the base of the plug, tugging it in time to his tongue’s movements over her clit. The added stimulation had her gasping and withering. One knee slid off the bed and Master Jensen paused long enough to help her reposition so she lay with her belly flat on the mattress, her toes braced on the floor.

“How does that feel?” His fingers danced over her clit, sliding easily through the wet folds of her pussy.

“Good, so good.”

“Concentrate on my fingers on your clit.”

The plug moved inside her. She felt the tips of his fingers against her anus as he grasped the base. He pulled, nearly lifting her off the bed.