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He lifted the chain upward, lifting her nipples and breasts at the same time. She could feel cool air on her skin where her breasts normally rested against her body. The urge to go up on her toes was nearly impossible to resist, but he wasn’t pulling upward to make her—he was just lifting her breasts.

“Hold this here.”

Use the chain to hold her own breasts, pulling on her nipples in a way that stretched them out, even as they were crushed by the clamps? Owie. But he’d ordered her to do so, and it was hardly as painful or humiliating as many of the orders she’d followed in the past. Morgan reached up to take the chain, holding it up with both of her hands, using her thumbs.

Master Asad stepped away, looking her up and down as though he was enjoying the view. Her nipples throbbed, making her insides ache. It hurt so much. Her arousal was starting to curl in her belly again, but not enough to entirely offset the pain. At the moment, the pain-pleasure balance was off and entirely in pain’s favor. Eventually, she’d catch up again, but right now, she breathed through her nose, her jaw clenched against the burning ache in her breasts, trying to breathe through it and fighting the impulse to rip the clamps from her tortured nipples.

“Good girl. Now, keep holding it there.”

Moving around behind her, he picked up something. Morgan whimpered when he came to the side of her, and she could see the rattan cane loosely gripped in his hand. A sense of dread started to fill her as she had an idea of what he was going to do. He was eying her breasts as she held them upwards, her nipples straining. The undersides of her breasts were far more sensitive than the top or sides.

Confirming her thoughts, he lifted the cane, gently tapping it against the underside of her breast as he gauged the distance and angle. Morgan bit her lip against another whimper.

This is going to hurt.

Her pussy pulsed in excited response—that was how she was wired.

The impact wasn’t very hard.

It didn’t need to be.

“Oh!” Morgan went up on her toes, her nipples protesting as her hands automatically jerked, tugging on the clamps and tightening them around her poor, tortured buds. The angle was somewhat awkward, and he hadn’t used nearly the force he could have, but it didn’t matter. The sensitive undersides of her breasts screamed with the sting, especially in conjunction with her tormented nipples.

His sadistic chuckle rolled through the room.

“Hurts, does it?” The mock sympathy in his voice grated over her nerves, and she turned her head to glare at him before she realized what she was doing and dropped her gaze. The tip of the cane moved to beneath her chin, lifting her head so he could see her expression. “No, no, Red, I don’t want you to hide your responses from me. I want every glare, every whimper, every reaction. I want to be able to savor them.”

The sincerity in his eyes was impossible to deny. He wanted it all from her because it wasn’t just about what he was doing to her; it was about how she reacted to it. Something her previous Masters had never cared about, or they’d only wanted specific reactions from her rather than the truth.

Master Asad wanted her, uncensored. Her pussy fluttered along with the pain still throbbing through her breasts.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

Chapter Nineteen

Asad

Morgan’s reactions were so fucking perfect.

He’d chosen the underside of her breasts because he hadn’t been able to get the idea of caning her breasts out of his head once it had gotten in there, but he also wanted to get maximum pain with minimum impact. Morgan loved breast play. And though she’d reassured the Doms that she wasn’t worried about the implants and impact play, especially considering how her previous master had treated her breasts, he still felt a little nervous. So caning the underside, causing her to pull on her nipples with the clamps, was the perfect compromise in his mind.

The little glare she’d given him before she’d tried to hide it had made him grin. He didn’t like that she hid her reactions, though he understood why, but he wanted to see them.

“Now, normally I would want every scream, too, but since we’re in a hotel room…” Stepping to the side, he bent down to pick up the gag. “I’ll settle for hearing every muffled scream.”

Putting the cane down, he walked over and lifted the gag up to her lips. She automatically opened, anxious arousal filling her gaze as he pushed the red ball between her lips. Unlike the underwear he’d used to gag her before, the ball gag would absolutely keep even her loudest screams muffled enough that no one outside the hotel room should be able to hear them.

“I’m not going to be restraining you, so if you need to use your safe word, use the tap out signal.”

Morgan rolled her eyes. Asad pressed his lips together. Well, he’d said he wanted her to be honest with her reactions. Yes, he knew that she’d never used her safeword before, but it was there for a reason.

“Drop the chain, Red.”

Her eyes widened, but she did as he said, dropping the chain. Her breasts fell, bouncing, and she cried out behind the gag, going up on her tiptoes as the jiggling caused the chain to pull some more. Asad knew it was well within the bounds of what she could handle, just like the cane was, but a little reminder that this could be painful certainly didn’t hurt, especially when she was rolling her eyes at him.

Granted, he didn’t expect her to need her safeword, and he didn’t plan to go anywhere near her limits. She did have several edge play items on her hard limits, including permanent markings and being kept in a cage, but none of that interested him, anyway. Something permanent on a sub? No thank you. And he wasn’t interested in humiliation play, pet play, or confinement. He wanted to be hands-on.

“Good girl. Now, put your hands up behind your head. I’m going to take these off.” He waited till she’d positioned herself the way he wanted, her back slightly arched and pushing her breasts out at him, before he hefted one in his hand and removed the clamp. Lowering his mouth to her nipple, he sucked on the little bud, smiling around it as she screamed behind the gag, knowing that sensation was flooding back into the nub as blood flow returned and plumped it back to its natural proportions.