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“I thought you’d be comfortable telling him the truth.” Xavier’s face was only inches from hers, his voice a growl.

“Truth about what?” she breathed.

“Whether you really wanted to include sex in our session.”

Chain rattled as Mae reached for him only to be brought up short. “How could you doubt it?”

“A Dom can’t change the terms of a scene while it’s happening. Submissives will agree to things they shouldn’t when they’re in subspace.” Xavier’s hand moved up her side until his thumb was poised at the bottom swell of her breast. “They’ll do things like say yes to everything on the checklist because they’re turned on while they’re filling out the form.” His lips twitched and the corners of his eyes—just barely visible behind the mask—crinkled. Mae blushed.

“I needed to know if you really wanted more than straight BDSM play.” His eyes were new-leaf green, the daylight making them appear lighter than they had last night. “What James said was true—you’ll be completely at my mercy. I told you that I’d push you. I did, and I will, because there’s something inside you begging to be let out. And because it’s what I want, what I need to do to you.”

Mae closed her eyes. The answer to the question of sex was a resounding “yes,” but the rest of it was a bit more complicated. They’d spent only a few hours together and yet he’d had more impact on her than any other Dom in years. If they kept going there was no telling who she’d be when they reached the other side.

“I want you.” It was the simple truth, and Mae hoped it was enough. “I want you to touch me, dominate me. In every way.”

Xavier’s hand closed over her breast as his lips captured hers in a savage kiss. Mae arched into him, wanting every bit of contact he would give her. She moved her hips side to side, rubbing his cock with her lower belly. His free hand closed over her abused ass and she bit his lip in reaction to the sudden stab of pain.

Xavier growled and jerked her head back. “Did you just bite me, Red?”

“It was an accident, Master.” She was half distracted by the nickname, but the intensity of his stare warned her to concentrate, to watch him and obey his commands.

“I’m going to bite you, and it’s not going to be an accident.” He smiled darkly. “Good of you to remind me that we have checklist items yet to complete. I think we should take care of ‘biting’ right now.”

Master Xavier dropped to one knee, his mouth level with her bellybutton.

“Spread your legs, Mae.”

She inched her feet apart, exposing her wet core. Her heart was pounding so loud she thought he’d be able to hear it. It wasn’t fear of him biting her sensitive pussy that had her blood racing, but anticipation of him finally touching her.

Xavier lowered his head, Mae sucked in a breath, and he bit the inside of her right thigh.

The pressure-pain of the bite was so close to her aching pussy that it only made her body throb harder.

“Master Xavier, please. I can’t wait any more.” Couldn’t he see how wet she was? How much she needed him?

“You
will
wait.” His words brushed her pussy. “I like you this way. Wet. Needy.”

Mae let out a frustrated little scream, banging the cuffs back against the bedpost. In response Xavier placed a second bite next to the first, this one a bit harder, lasting a bit longer. Mae trembled, but didn’t protest or move her leg away. The sweet sting of pain wasn’t the orgasm she craved, but it was satisfying in a way she didn’t fully understand.

“You’ll have a bruise there.” Xavier traced the marks he’d left on her thigh.

“Thank you, Master.” And she was thankful. She wanted him to mark her.

“I have something of yours.” He went to the screen and came back carrying her shoes. Dropping to one knee he carefully helped her slip them on.

Mae looked down at her naked body and her lips twitched. “Master?”

“Yes, Mae.”

“They don’t match the collar either.”

Xavier laughed so hard he had to sit on the bed. Mae shifted around to look at him, her arms still chained above her head, pulling her body into a pretty, taut line.

He grinned at her, genuinely amused. “Next time I’ll do my best to use bondage equipment that matches your shoes. If it exists.”

“Oh, it exists.” Her tone was wry, as if she knew something he didn’t.

When it came to coordinating accessories and bondage equipment it wasn’t hard for him to believe.

“If you say so.” He pushed off the bed and retrieved his bag from behind the screen where he’d waited to hear her responses to James’s questions.

What he’d heard was more than he could have hoped for, and far more than he had a right to ask. Mae hadn’t just been willing to deepen their play, but she’d obeyed Master James in his stead and most surprising, she’d become upset when she thought he would no longer be the one Dominating her.

He’d given her another chance to escape him, and again she’d refused. Every time he pushed her away, she only pressed closer. It was disconcerting.

Today would not be easy, for either of them. He doubted that she’d look at him with that alluring mixture of trust and desire by the time he was done.

He dumped the duffle bag on the bed then looked around the room, eyeing the possibilities before undoing the carbine clip that attached the cuffs to the chain.

Mae folded her arms across her waist and leaned toward him, brushing his arm with hers. It was a small moment of contact, one that he could pretend was accidental, but knew wasn’t. Mae needed, wanted, to touch him.

“On your knees on that ottoman.”

She obeyed without question or comment, positioning herself perfectly with her knees on the edge, head down, and arms stretched out and grabbing the opposite side of the padded top.

He took a minute to examine her ass. There were a few spots that would bruise, but the rest of it would have faded by tomorrow. Her pussy lips were full and pink, but he doubted that was left over from last night. She was so wet even the insides of her thighs were damp, her body’s moisture coating the bite marks he’d left there.

The plug was firmly ensconced in her pretty bottom. Taking hold of the base, he started to tug it out. Mae moaned as her anus was stretched.

“How many times did you take it out last night?”

“One, Master.”

“And did you put the plug back in?”

“After one hour.”

“Did you touch your pussy?”

“No, Master.”

“Did you want to?”

“Yes, Master…but not as much as I wanted you to.”

“But I’m not going to.” He removed the plug, watched as her ass clenched closed.

“Master? I thought…”

“We’ve agreed that sex can be included in our activities.” He grabbed her under the arms and hauled her up so that she was standing beside the ottoman with her back against his chest. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to fuck you. That doesn’t mean you get to come.”

Mae’s whole body stiffened and he could feel her need to protest, to pout and beg until she got what she wanted.

Xavier reached for the collar. Slipping the tail out of the buckle, he pulled, tightening it just enough so she felt the pressure around her throat. With his other hand he cupped her breast, squeezing hard.

Mae relaxed against him, her head dropping forward. “Yes, Master.”

Xavier inhaled slowly, savoring the moment. She’d gotten used to topping from the bottom, but she was submissive in her core. He was so accustomed to hyper-obedient subs that he’d forgotten the thrill of winning these small battles for control.

He took the collar off her, then removed the cuffs from her ankles and wrists. Despite the fact that he’d just put them on her, Xavier had her slip out of the froufrou shoes. He tucked everything into the bag, leaving her wholly naked, her creamy skin now marked by his touch.

He laid out the things he’d brought with him. There were two wide black leather belts, a heavy molded blindfold and a ball gag.

Mae took a half step back when she saw the tools. He put a hand on her back, both stopping any further retreat and reassuring her.

“What are you thinking, Mae?”

“I don’t like gags, Master Xavier.”

“Of course you don’t. It’s hard to top from the bottom if you can’t say anything.”

She stiffened. “I wasn’t doing it on purpose.”

“I understand that. And I even understand the allure of giving in and letting a sub like you be sassy.”

“You do?”

“I do. But, when you’re mine,” he lowered his voice so she’d know how serious his next words were, “you submit, and you behave.” Xavier picked up the wider and longer of the two belts. “Raise your arms, wrists on top of your head.”

He placed the belt around her upper back, then buckled it in place over her breasts. It compressed her tits, binding them so that they swelled prettily above and below the leather.

“Take a deep breath. How does that feel?”

“Tight.”

“Are you having trouble breathing?”

“No, Master.”

“Good.” He paused, waiting to see if she’d say whatever comment or question was clearly on the tip of her tongue.

She met his gaze, then pressed her lips together. He smiled.

“This is a form of breast binding.” He put two fingers between the belt and her ribs, double checking the tightness. “I’ve chosen to bind you this way because I have other plans for your breasts later.”

The second belt was only a few inches wide, and twenty inches long. This one he wrapped around her neck, creating a thick collar. It wasn’t a posture collar, designed to keep her chin up, but its size meant that it would be uncomfortable if she lowered her chin too much.

Picking up the blindfold and ball gag, he decided to wait on those and give her the chance to see what was about to happen.

“Come with me, Mae.”

*****

Mae kept her gaze on Master Xavier’s shoulders as they passed through the halls and courtyards of Las Palmas. The surprised glances she’d endured this morning when the other members saw her marked ass and unusual attire—or lack thereof—was nothing compared to the looks they were getting now.

People actually stopped and stared when they saw Xavier coming with Mae one step behind him, naked except for the thick collar and breast binding.

The library was one of the public rooms of Las Palmas. It was always open, and anyone was welcome to spend time there. Dominants, Masters, and Owners could book the small circular stage for demonstrations or to use when putting their sub on display. There were bookcases along one wall, but instead of books, the lighted shelves displayed various BDSM equipment, some new, some antique. There was an L-shaped bar in one corner, with usually a submissive or two behind it playing bartender. Cocktail tables clustered near it were made of massive wine barrels supporting round glass tops. On the far side of the stage from the bar was a Spanish-style tiled fireplace. Plush rugs and floor cushions were folded and stacked in baskets on either side of the hearth, while several comfortable couches formed a half circle facing the empty fireplace. The tufted dark-leather couches with rounded backs and arms were all the perfect height to have someone bent over them.

The dining room was next door, and when they entered the library there were a few people at the pub tables with plates of food catered by a local restaurant. The occupants were an eclectic mix of people—ranging both in age and how they liked their BDSM. An African American Domme had her feet propped on the back of her submissive, who was on her hands and knees. Beside her an older Master sat with his sub cuddled against his side.

Before now Mae would no more have knelt to be used as a foot rest than she would have jumped off the roof. She didn’t judge people who chose that kind of submission, but she didn’t want it for herself. But now she found herself looking at the kneeling woman with greater understanding. She didn’t want to do it, but she understood it.

Xavier put a hand on her back and guided her over to the bar area. One of the tables had been taken apart, the wine barrel turned on its side and placed on braces. With the stabilizing pieces under it, the top of the barrel was at waist height.

Mae was experiencing a strange foreboding. Xavier stopped beside the barrel and patted the top. Mae laced her fingers together, looking nervously between him and the people at the nearby table, who were watching with obvious interest.

“No, Red. Look at me.”

She jerked her attention back to Xavier.

“Sit up on the barrel.”

She kept her gaze down, though she couldn’t lower her chin very much, as she backed up against the barrel and with a little jump sat on the curved top. Nerves were making her breathe hard, which made her more aware of the binding around her breasts, which in turn made her wet.

“Spread your legs, Mae.”

She whimpered, scared and frustrated. She wanted to be back in a private room with him. Though she had no problem being naked and played with in public, and had been up on the library stage several times as part of demonstrations, she doubted he’d brought her here to fuck her until they both passed out from pleasure, which is what she’d been hoping for.

Xavier fisted his hand in her hair. The instant he touched her she calmed, even as his tight hold made her scalp tingle. Mae spread her legs, tucking her heels along the edges of the barrel. Her desire to be fucked melted away in the heat of a different desire—the desire to submit, to be dominated.

“You should enjoy this, Mae. It’s time for ‘being serviced.’” Xavier released her hair. “I’m going to bind you to this barrel. Your pussy will be exposed and available for anyone who chooses to service you. You will be both blindfolded and gagged.”

Mae couldn’t stop the shudder of combined arousal and horror that shook her. “Anyone can touch me?”

“Yes, Mae. Nothing in your hard limits or checklist prevents that. You have your safe word, if you need it.” Xavier laid his hand on her thigh, fingers inches from her sex. “However, you have permission to come. That should please you.”

“It does, Master, but I—”
I want to come because you’re touching me. I want you to be the one to release me from the prison of need you put me in.
Mae wasn’t brave enough to say what she was thinking. She’d already made a fool of herself once this morning. He’d told her that he expected her to be good, be obedient, and she would be both. “Thank you, Master Xavier.”