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“That’s right.” Master Ben cupped one breast, thumbed her nipple.
The touch was soft and delicious, pure pleasure that stood in stark counterpoint to the pain. She waited, expecting a pinch, but he gently rolled her nipple with his thumb.
“Any other rules?” he asked.
Josslyn had trouble thinking through the uneasy mix of pain and pleasure. But she didn’t want to be punished. She was desperate to get off this horse. Desperate for relief from the pressure.
“Palms out,” she panted. “No talking to anyone else without your permission. No furniture. Mouth open.”
“And why do you have to keep your mouth open?”
“So, you can fuck my mouth whenever you want, Sir.”
“That’s right.”
He lifted his hand from her breast to her mouth, and Josslyn couldn’t stop the little sob. Master Ben stroked her lip.
“Color, Josslyn. Where are you?”
“Yellow,” she said softly. “I’m not sure how much more I can take.”
Master Ben swung a leg over the horse, positioning himself behind her. “Up on your toes.”
Gritting her teeth, Josslyn obeyed.
“Now down.”
This time when she lowered her heels, Master Ben’s feet were under hers. Her heels rested on the toes of his glossy dress shoes, and the extra inch or two was a blessed relief.
“Are you crying because it hurts?” he asked from behind her.
She hadn’t realized she was crying. “No, Sir.” She blinked and tears slid down her cheeks. “It does hurt, but I’m crying because you are being kind.” God, that sounded pathetic. “And because you stopped playing with my nipple,” she added, forcing a watery laugh.
She could feel the heat of his body at her back, but he wasn’t touching her.
“You’re crying because you’re upset that you aren’t getting pleasure?”
“No, I’m upset because the pleasure made it easier for me to endure.”
“Ah, and you want to endure, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
His watch beeped.
Josslyn sagged in relief, her head dropping as tears slid from her eyes. His hands on her hips lifted her, helping her shift to the side and twist so that her ass and the back of one thigh rested on the horse.
Her pussy throbbed in time with her heartbeat, and now that there was no more acute pain, the throb—while not exactly pleasant—wasn’t unpleasant.
Her wrists dropped, and Josslyn pulled them in against her belly, her shoulders burning. Master Ben’s arms came around her from behind and he pulled her off the horse. Josslyn swayed once she was on her feet, but Master Ben didn’t let go.
A warm blanket dropped over her shoulders, and she huddled into it as he guided her out of the circle of light. She blinked, her eyes slow to adjust. The armchair from earlier was now in a corner of the room, positioned next to a large square ottoman.
Master Ben guided her to sit on the low ottoman. “Josslyn, we’re going to take some time to come down from the punishment, but the scene isn’t over.”
It took her a moment to process what he was saying. She nearly looked up but stopped herself at the last minute. Master Ben gently touched her chin, raising it another half inch, then reached down and tapped her knee.
