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.”

like teasing and

“Is it really such a bad

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

what’s the price?” she

to be.” Smooth leather strands trailed over Mae’s upraised leg and she

“Are you scared, Mae?”

“Yes.”

me, or

“You.”

“Why?”

a flogger before, but I don’t think… I think it will

that brings me back to what

his back pocket and flicked her nipple

that if he just flicked her nipple a few more times she might be able to come. Bracing

back. Mae nearly

about

out a frustrated

have you been

“Six years.”

seemed to surprise him. “How old are

shouldn’t ask

a Master asks you

“I’m thirty-one, Master Xavier.”

say anything, Mae had to wonder if her age changed the way he thought

didn’t answer my

sorry, Master Xavier, could

remember about

reading

“You signed this list, and it’s part of your

he pushing this issue? “Yes, Master Xavier.” That was definitely her signature—she’d

by what you put on this list. Anything you marked “yes” or

“I understand, Master Xavier.”

checkmarks and initials she’d used to indicate her level of interest in

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

she’d said yes to

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