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.”

Or do you like

it really such

but now…I think it isn’t. But you have to be willing to

what’s the

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

“Are you scared, Mae?”

“Yes.”

of me, or of the

“You.”

“Why?”

before, but I don’t think… I think

me back to what we need

back pocket and flicked her nipple with

flicked her nipple a few more times she might be able to come.

back. Mae

you remember about filling out

a frustrated

long have you been a

“Six years.”

seemed to surprise him. “How old are

you know you shouldn’t ask a lady

answer when a Master asks you a question?” His voice

“I’m thirty-one, Master Xavier.”

didn’t say anything, Mae had to wonder if her age changed the

didn’t answer my

Master Xavier, could you repeat

about filling

remember reading it was

it up so she could see. “You signed this list, and it’s part of your membership

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

what you put on this list. Anything you marked “yes” or “maybe” to is a valid

“I understand, Master Xavier.”

to see. She recognized her own handwriting—the checkmarks and initials she’d used to indicate her level of interest in each item. Mae narrowed her eyes, wishing for her glasses. Xavier

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

said yes to

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