Page 10 of Their Beast Mate

"One day, I'm certain you will."

But not today. "Thank you."

"How many?" He tapped the cane over the soles of my feet. Those hits hurt like a bitch. "Four." My toes curled, and I shuffled half an inch forward.

"I see." He tapped my ass. "And here how many?"

"Twenty."

"Twenty?"

"Yes, Master Z."

"Give or take five, no?"

He didn't wait for an answer, but swung the cane across my sensitive thighs instead. The first mark burned. I expelled a breath, while he checked my pussy. It was sopping wet. The second hit above the first one and burned even more. I felt it swell. This beast was marking me. I'd have to wear something longer for the next few days and rest my bottom.

Master Z ran a hand over the marks. "You've a beautiful ass."

"My momma gave it to me." My momma died when I was ten and Shanice nine. Everyone said I looked like her.

Hit.

I ground my teeth. The first two counted as warm up. Master Z had a heavy hand.

"Exhale," he told me. "Don't hold your breath. I will hold it when I want to hold it." He tugged on the rope around my neck.

Hits came in rapid succession. I hung onto the bench, my knuckles white. At fifteen strokes, I started crying. At twenty, I laid my face on the cold leather and smiled, submerged into my pain world. I loved this place, where I floated inside my head and the only thing I felt was the dull pain of the last two hits.

Master Z must've noticed I quieted, because he called my name. But sometimes, when I felt this good, I didn’t want to do anything else. It was like drugs. I didn't feel like answering him.

My breath cut off.

I choked.

Fingers entered my pussy.

"Sopping wet," he said.

"Yes," I muttered.

"Ah, there you are. You know you're supposed to stay with me."

"Sorry, Master Z."

He said nothing, but released me so I could breathe. I put my palms on the bench and lifted my upper body, afraid I'd drift off again if I lied down. Master Z didn't correct me. A chair scraped, and I glanced behind me. He sat down and began withdrawing a thing from inside my back hole while he ran two fingers down my pussy. As the cold metal stretched my hole, his fingers rubbed and rubbed, and I whined and tried to wiggle it back inside.

But no. Master Z took it out and showed it to me. It was a large fish hook with a metal ball attached at one end and rope tied on the other. So this was the hook. He dropped the toy on the floor and licked his wet fingers, then palmed my asscheeks, spread them, and buried his face between them. He lapped my wet place, poking it with his tongue, while my nipples tingled wanting to be brushed. His rough tongue scraped against my sensitive skin. No beast had given me oral sex before, and I always wondered what their tongue would feel like.

I had my answer.

Thank you, baby Jesus.

I moved my body, trying to angle it for his licks, but Master Z didn't like to be manipulated. He told me so by squeezing my raw asscheeks.

I screamed.

He sucked my clit into his mouth.

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