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.”

you like teasing

“Is it really such a

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

the

it to be.” Smooth leather strands trailed over

“Are you scared, Mae?”

“Yes.”

of me, or of

“You.”

“Why?”

don’t think… I think it will

me back to

pulled some folded papers from his back pocket and flicked her nipple with them. “This is your

few more times she might be able

back. Mae nearly

you remember about

a frustrated breath. “It was

long have

“Six years.”

to surprise him. “How old

shouldn’t ask a lady her

a Master asks you a question?” His voice was

“I’m thirty-one, Master Xavier.”

he didn’t say anything, Mae had to wonder if

didn’t answer

Master Xavier, could you repeat

remember about

reading

flipped to the last page, held it up so she could see. “You signed this list, and it’s part of your membership contract with Las

was he pushing this issue? “Yes, Master

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

“I understand, Master Xavier.”

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 held

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

yes

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