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The sound of a spanking woke her.

Mae blinked, trying to orient herself. She was lying on a narrow bed in a small room with walls whose upper halves were vertical bars. In a second it all came rushing back—the branding, the talk, and most of all Xavier’s face.

She checked all around the bed, but there was no note from him. No sign of him at all, except for one of her shoes from last night, sitting on the ledge of the stall door.

The sound of a beating—the distinct thwack, thwack, thwack of leather hitting flesh—echoed through the main part of the Conclave. Mae grabbed the sheet of the bed, folding and wrapping it around herself. Her body and emotions were both raw after the last few days, and if she was going to slink back to the Subs’ Garden, she’d rather not do it naked. Her fellow members had seen more than enough of her yesterday.

She opened the stall door and peeked out. It was mid-morning judging by the light that spilled in through the windows in the end wall. To her left, a half-naked male sub was chained up, his arms stretched above his head, his lower body partially covered by silky boxers. Mistress Faith stood beside him, crop in hand. When she snapped the tool against the sub’s ass, Mae winced. She did not want to interrupt one of the overseers at play.

“Aren’t you going to thank me, boy?”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Mae gasped. That was Xavier.

Mistress Faith’s attention whipped to her. “Good morning, Mae. Join me.”

Feeling like Alice down the rabbit hole, Mae padded over to where Xavier was chained up, circling around so she could see him. He raised his head and a rueful smile twitched the corners of his mouth.

again and Xavier snarled, chain rattling. The change

“Oh, you really have changed. A pity. You were a

over to a bench, she

worry, and Mae felt the first stirrings of jealousy. “This boy used to be one of my favorite subs. He started out as a rich kid playing games, but he was born for this. After he was…hurt, he

mangled as was the flesh all down the side of his face. In the morning light she could see the twisted ridges of the scar

was burned, I took some time away from this life. Years, actually.” He shifted, the chains that bound him rattling musically. “Sessions with Mistress Faith were not only enjoyable, but how I dealt with stress, before. For a while

back he was a much darker person. Before, he was

Mae nodded slowly.

continuing the tale. “I couldn’t submit anymore. Any loss

taught me to be a Dom. She saved my

touched his cheek. “You deserve to be

but didn’t

collar someone?” Mae asked. “Because you might go back

but the chains brought him up short. “I’m

eyebrow. “Weren’t you just getting spanked with

laughed while Xavier glowered. “Oh yes, I knew you two would be good

tried to smile, but the need to understand was choking her. “Why?” she