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Mae practiced breathing—in, out, in, out. She’d have thought that by this point in her life she’d have something that fundamental mastered, but it was as if Xavier had drained her of everything… only to fill her back up again. What she’d just been through should have been less intense than this afternoon’s session bent over the barrel in the library, but it had been far more so. And the most intense part had been at the end, when Xavier had dropped to his knees. He’d been shaking as if he would break apart into a million pieces, and she’d been gripped by the need to hold and protect him from whatever was raging within.

In that moment, with her body still aching from his touch, she’d had to acknowledge that she had feelings for him. Feelings that went far beyond what a sub should feel for a Dom. Falling in love with a Dom was an amateur mistake, and one she’d never been in danger of making until now.

Once she got away from him, once the game was over, these crazy feelings for him would surely fade. This sense that fate had brought them together was simply a byproduct of their intense play and her own conflict over this new direction her sexuality was taking.

When Master Xavier urged her off his lap, Mae sank gracefully to her knees. Her breast brushed his leg and she winced. Looking down, she was both shocked and pleased by the state of her breasts. They were pink all over from his hands with thin red lines from the whip. Her nipples were plump and still erect. With each breath she was aware of the way the air danced over her skin.

Though she’d come twice—the first time from nothing more than rough breast play, which she’d never have imagined was possible—Mae was still aroused. Her panties now felt like a chastity belt, designed to torment and keep her from her pleasure.

“Stand up; take off your clothes.”

Hiding a smile of delight, Mae gingerly pushed to her feet. Xavier cut the bindings on her wrists, freeing her to obey his command.

First she undid the latches on the front of the corset. Peeling it back, she took a few deep breaths, reveling in the freedom. Next she stripped the steampunk undies down and off. The crotch was soaked and the smell of her arousal flooded the room.

She tugged the sleeves of the lace shirt until her arms were free, intending to push it down over her hips.

take it off

feel everything he did to her. Crossing her arms she started to pull the shirt off. The lace felt like sandpaper against

together behind

her beaten breasts now proudly on display. He examined her, his gaze almost a physical weight on her body. Two fingers dipped into her pussy, massaging her clit. Mae’s knees went weak, but his touch was gone far too soon. She watched, mesmerized, as

the corset back

her tongue, but she swallowed them, choosing instead to give him the

the lacing at the back of the corset before even coming to Las Palmas, so it was easy enough to quickly slip it around her belly and fastened the closures down the front.

tugging until she fell against him, her breasts brushing his chest. “We’re not done, Mae. It would be easier

widened at the

know how you went this long without being tested, but now that

Her stomach churned.

learn to protect yourself. Masochistic submissives are the most vulnerable in our

Master?” It was the kind

it. And you need to face what it means.” Xavier handed her a pair of simple

* * *

outer rim of the torchlight. In the middle of it all was the stage. A few short metal buckets sat on one corner, and a large T-shaped wood structure was mounted to the edge closest to her. Master Xavier stood in the center of it all. He’d stripped off his shirt and his bare chest seemed to