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 and sassing

deny that. “Is it really

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

the

lips brushed her ear. “Whatever I want it to be.” Smooth leather strands trailed over Mae’s upraised leg and she

“Are you scared, Mae?”

“Yes.”

me, or of

“You.”

“Why?”

but I don’t think… I think it will be

brings me back to

some folded papers from his back pocket and

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

back. Mae nearly

do you remember about filling out

a frustrated breath.

How long have you been a

“Six years.”

surprise him.

you know you shouldn’t ask a lady her

that you should answer when a Master asks

“I’m thirty-one, Master Xavier.”

Mae had to wonder if her age

didn’t answer my

“I’m sorry, Master Xavier, could you

you remember about filling

reading

page, held it up so she could see. “You signed this list, and it’s

this issue? “Yes, Master Xavier.” That

purposes of the game, and therefore this scene, you’re bound by what you put on this list. Anything you marked “yes” or

“I understand, Master Xavier.”

then again held it up for her 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 held the paper close

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

said yes

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