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Chapter 48

“No, no.” Panic was clawing at her throat.

“Are you using your safe word?” Someone in the crowd called out the question, clearly concerned for her.

Mae opened her mouth. Banana. All she had to do was say it.

Instead she looked at Xavier. “This is on your checklist?”

He nodded. “I can see the beauty in marking a submissive in this way, if she chooses to bear her submission like this.”

“Is this…like collaring?” It would make sense if this were about permanently showing ownership.

“No, Mae. We are not bound. This branding would mean that you submitted fully to me in this moment. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

Her heart was breaking and she couldn’t breathe. Mae folded her arms against her chest, only to cry out when her breasts throbbed.

“On your checklist, did you say you wanted to be branded?” His tone was firm.

“Yes, Master.”

“And now you are presented with that opportunity.”

She whimpered and dropped her head.

Xavier touched her cheek. “This is what safe words were made for.”

Though she heard him, all she could think about was his touch. It was nothing more than his knuckles stroking her face, but it made all the difference. Mae exhaled, a trance-like calm settling over her. He’d warned her both about himself and about her own desires.

This was the turning point. She could walk away, or she could embrace this.

And then, when her time with him was over, Mae would have his mark. She’d have a way to remember what it had felt like to dance in the dark. Even if no one else ever touched her the way he had, she’d remember these feelings—the pride and desire of walking through the club wearing the marks of a flogger, the delicious helplessness of being mastered by a man who found release by marking her flesh, and above all the way he’d looked at her.

“No, Master.”

say

mean no, I’m not using my safe word.” She raised her voice and heard

deliberate step back. Doubt bit at her once his touch was gone, but she clenched her fists

is not a challenge. No one here doubts your submission.

“Thank you, Master.”

chest muscles flexing. “Use your safe

her

the right to safeword out

and in his eyes Mae saw a terrible dark

I want to mark her.” Master Xavier’s deep voice made the

all that mattered was his

your cuffs to the chains. I will not bind you. You

buckle. A D ring near the closure was the only hardware that distinguished them from a cuff bracelet. It seemed odd that these simple

left wrist clip in with no problem. The right took her longer, and

fingers around the

the wooden stage. “Look

tip glowing red. He pushed it down on the stage and the wood hissed

nauseous. The idea of that heat searing against her skin was too much. She shook her head, raising her gaze to Master Xavier’s. There was fire in his gaze, a fierce desire to master her body in this way. The desire to submit warred with fear and she dropped her gaze, struggling

he wanted to do it to her. Wanted what would come after—the permanent record of what they’d meant

brand into the bucket, though she couldn’t see it happening. When he touched her ass Mae screamed, then shuddered when she realized it was

“Spread your legs, Mae.”

them open, then pressed two fingers into her pussy. The

shaking with pleasure.” He brushed her hair aside and

screamed, her whole body bowed back. Knowing that there was a crowd looking on only spurred her arousal. She shamelessly pumped her hips on his hand, grateful to have this to

shuddering through her when he pulled back. Mae had a moment to

a second before something hard pressed against her

satisfaction. She screamed as the heat

…But it didn’t burn.

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