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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.”

have to say your

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

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

a challenge. No one here doubts your submission. Least

“Thank you, Master.”

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

shook her head. “No,

safeword out of this item.” Though Mae couldn’t see the speaker, she recognized Mistress Faith’s

eyes Mae saw

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

had narrowed, until all that

this, attach your cuffs to the chains. I

cuffs she’d put on. They were one thin piece of leather, held closed by a buckle. A D ring near the closure was the only hardware that distinguished them

problem. The right took her longer, and she had to stretch and wedge the clip against the wood in order to press the latch and push the D ring in. Her fingers were shaking by the time she

fingers around the chains, holding

the wooden stage.

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

much. She shook her head, raising her gaze to Master Xavier’s. There was fire in his gaze, a fierce desire

do it to her. Wanted what would come

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

“Spread your legs, Mae.”

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

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

clit and Mae 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

shuddering through her when he pulled back. Mae had a moment to focus, to remember where she was, and what was

second before something hard pressed against her right butt cheek near her

She screamed

…But it didn’t burn.

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