Mae wanted to cry when Master Xavier left her, returning to that sinister duffel bag. The loss of his body heat made her shiver, even as her scalp ached from his hold.

She couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said. Had she been topping from the bottom?

This time when Xavier returned he had a flogger. Mae tightened her hold on the straps attached to her cuffs. She wanted him to flog her. She wanted to wear the marks from his beating.

This isn’t you.

“There’s something we haven’t talked about.” Master Xavier rubbed his cheek just under the edge of his mask. She wondered what he looked like without it. What color was his hair? How old was he? He was fit, but had the kind of presence that made her think he might be older.

“Mae?”

“Yes, Master Xavier?”

“Did you hear what I said?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“You, Master Xavier.”

He rocked back on his heels and crossed his arms. “And what were you thinking?”

“I was wondering how old you were and what you looked like under the mask. Why do you wear it?”

“It’s not your place to question me.”

Mae dropped her gaze to the floor. “I’m sorry, Master Xavier.”

He was silent, and she thought he was angry, until he said, “Why do you think I wear it?”

“Because it makes you look like Batman.”

Xavier blinked twice, then started to laugh. He laughed so hard that he braced his hand on the wall near her. His laugh was a wonderful, rich sound. Mae found herself smiling, and wishing she could hold him, feel that joy and mirth against her body.

“Batman?”

“One of the submissives called it a Batman mask. Though no one would dare say it to your face.”

He shifted closer, bracing one forearm above her head so they were separated by mere inches. “Except you?”

“I’m not thinking straight.”

do you like

“Is it really such a

think it isn’t. But you

what’s the price?” she

brushed her ear. “Whatever I want it to be.” Smooth leather strands trailed over

“Are you scared, Mae?”

“Yes.”

or

“You.”

“Why?”

think… I think it will

will be. And that brings me back to what we need

pulled some folded papers from his back pocket and flicked her nipple

she might be able to come. Bracing her hips, she thrust her chest forward, begging him without words

stepped back. Mae nearly

about filling

a frustrated breath.

have you been a

“Six years.”

to surprise him. “How

you know you shouldn’t ask a lady her

you know that you should answer when a Master

“I’m thirty-one, Master Xavier.”

grunted in surprise. When he didn’t say anything, Mae had to

answer

Xavier, could you repeat

about

remember reading

could see. “You signed this list, and it’s part

“Yes, Master Xavier.” That was definitely her signature—she’d used

by what you put on this list. Anything you marked

“I understand, Master Xavier.”

used to indicate her level of

the page with all the “B” items, everything he’d read out

said yes to every single

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