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 teasing and

“Is it really such a

but now…I think it isn’t.

what’s the price?”

want it to be.” Smooth leather strands trailed over Mae’s upraised

“Are you scared, Mae?”

“Yes.”

of me, or

“You.”

“Why?”

played with a flogger before, but I don’t think… I think it will be very different if you’re

me back to what we need

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

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

back.

do you remember about filling

out a frustrated breath. “It was

have you

“Six years.”

him. “How old

you know you shouldn’t

know that you should answer when a Master asks you a question?”

“I’m thirty-one, Master Xavier.”

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

answer my

Xavier, could

about filling out

remember reading

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

“I understand, Master Xavier.”

a few pages, 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

the page with all the “B” items, everything

she’d said yes to every single

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