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Mae stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her head. It felt glorious to be clean and well rested. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep on Master Xavier’s lap after that ridiculously intense scene in the Library. She’d slept for close to ten hours, waking at midnight in the same bed she’d used last night. But unlike before she’d slept well, without the restlessness and nightmares that had plagued her the first night. She’d had one vivid sex dream about Xavier, so real she’d still been able to taste his kiss when she woke. Mae might have slept through until morning if someone hadn’t set the bedside alarm clock to go off at twelve a.m.

She’d found a note under a water bottle waiting beside the chiming alarm.

1:30 a.m.

Iron Court

Your choice of attire

X

Mae didn’t have time to dry her hair, so she braided it before putting on the only other outfit she’d brought with her for the weekend. The steampunk-style under-bust corset and leather panties were a bit less girly than her normal clothes. They were both prototypes, and Mae was glad she’d chosen to test them out this weekend.

She put on an off-the-shoulder sheer lace shirt under the corset, the lace spaced widely enough that it was not hard to spot the pink of her nipples.

Next she put on the panties which were modeled after vintage lingerie cuts—high in the waist and nearly straight across the top of the thigh. These were made of thick brown spandex with panels of faux leather to give it a steampunk look, and there were decorative bits of chain at one hip. The embellishments matched the clasp closures down the front of the corset. She finished the look with sheer white thigh-highs and gold pumps with lacings up the heel that mimicked rope bondage.

Examining herself in the mirror, Mae decided that she did like the outfit. When she got home on Monday she’d make the call on the new line. Though it was different from her original brand—a brand Mae was mother-bear protective of—she could imagine the girl who would buy this and wear it, which was what mattered.

look, Mae instead applied her makeup, and then, with

obvious of her marks covered, Mae no longer wore the evidence of her submission for all to see. She regretted that—not that she was

she was going in the myriad of indoor-outdoor spaces, but didn’t detract from the darkness of the night. Voices spilled from the library and dining room, but Mae wasn’t tempted to stop. Quick steps carried

her feet slowed. The statuary garden was lit not only with strategic landscape lighting, but by dozens of torches, clustered around a small stage that had been erected in the center. A few Doms were milling around, and when she appeared, their attention snapped to her. Mae snuck

“Come in.”

as she opened the door. Had it only been twenty-four hours ago that she’d stood here, with no idea who, or what, waited

a gray dress shirt instead of the tight, sleeveless black top he’d had on earlier. It was open mid-way

armchair he’d used the first night. A plain wooden

Xavier.” Mae closed the door

He crooked his finger.

responded to the casual command—her nipples hardened under the lace, wetness

her up and down, the corner of his mouth kicking up in just the hint of a smile. Reaching out, he tugged her braid, then ran his hands down to her breasts—pinching her nipples and rubbing the lace against the sensitive buds. Mae

pointed

knees together, hands braced on either

forward slightly, brushing her cheek against his arm as he passed, Xavier thumbed her lower lip, then stroked her neck. The quiet room made it easy to forget everything but these strange wonderful feelings he elicited in her. He tugged her shirt down enough to expose her right nipple, flicking it with his thumb until she

perilously close to coming, aroused to the point of orgasm by nothing more than his presence

beating, biting, breast bondage, being serviced, and light bondage.” Xavier tapped his fist against the