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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.”

to say

She raised

once his touch was

is not a challenge. No one here doubts your

“Thank you, Master.”

snarled, chest muscles flexing. “Use your safe word, damn

her

out of this item.” Though Mae couldn’t see

met, and in his eyes Mae saw a terrible

deep voice made the words poetry. “I want to taste her pain and submission and the pleasure

she didn’t care. Her whole world had narrowed, until all that mattered was his green eyes, staring at her from behind the

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

were one thin piece of leather, held closed by a buckle. A D ring near the closure was the only hardware that distinguished

wrist clip in with no problem. The right took her longer, and she had to

around the chains, holding

thumped on the wooden

down on the stage

head, raising her gaze to Master Xavier’s. There was fire in his

she wanted it because he wanted to do it to her. Wanted what would

the bucket, though she couldn’t see it happening. When he touched

“Spread your legs, Mae.”

much to obey. He forced them open, then pressed two fingers into her pussy. The penetration sent spikes of pleasure through her. She

I want to feel you shaking with pleasure.” He brushed her hair aside and kissed her

bowed back. Knowing that there was a crowd looking on only spurred her arousal. She shamelessly pumped her hips on his hand, grateful

back. Mae had a moment to focus, to remember where

before something hard pressed against her right

She screamed as the heat penetrated her. It

…But it didn’t burn.

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