Chapter 31


    “Can youe from pain alone?”


    Master Xavier’s words barely prated the twilight-like space where she seemed to float.


    “No, Master Xavier.”


    “Are you sure?”


    The tip of the flogger tailsnded on the inner curves of her ass, near her anus, and the sting of pain


    sent a jolt of pleasure through her pussy.


    “No, Master. I’m not.” She wasn’t sure of anything anymore.


    A warm palm came to rest on her back. “Thesest few will be the hardest.”


    That was the only warning she got before pain exploded across her ass. Mae screamed, tears leaking


    from her eyes.


    “You’ll take another one.” Master Xavier’s voice was deep, his breathing a bit ragged too.


    Mae couldn’t speak, but she arched her back, presenting her ass more fully.


    “Good girl.”


    Crack. Crack. Crack.


    The final three blows came in quick session. Mae didn’t have time to scream, she barely managed


    to breathe. Her legs started to give out and she reached back with one hand, grabbing Xavier’s


    forearm, holding on to him as if he were a life raft in the middle of a stormy ocean.


    He grabbed her by the upper arm and neck, raising her to a standing position and turning her to face


    him. Within the shadows of his mask his eyes glowed like emeralds. He was breathing hard, his jaw


    muscles tensed.


    Mae realized that he was as lost in the storm as she was. This is what had always been missing from


    her scenes before. Never before had doing something to her, ying with her, had the kind of impact


    on a Dom that she could see in Xavier’s eyes.


    The ground shifted under her feet, the earth seeming to tip sideways only to right itself, the world


    slightly different than it had been a moment ago.


    “Master, please.”


    He searched her face. “What do you want? Toe? To get fucked?”


    With thest of her courage she reached up,ying her palm on his cheek, feeling both skin and leather


    under her hand. “Kiss me.”


    Xavier’s eyes closed and he bent his head, resting his forehead on hers. Mae’s heart clenched, and


    she knew, though she couldn’t say why, that though he was the Master of pain and pleasure, power


    and control, he didn’t know gentleness.


    She took the flogger from his fingers, dropping it to the floor, then guided his hands to her waist, resting


    them there. Rising onto tiptoe, Mae kissed him.


    Xavier tasted like mint, and his lips were firm and wet against hers. For a moment he didn’t react, and


    Mae felt a pang of fear—she’d overstepped, she’d read the moment wrong.


    Xavier shuddered, then his arms were tight around her back, crushing her against him as he ravaged


    her mouth.


    Mae’s nails scraped against the smooth surface of the mask. She wished she could bury her fingers in


    his hair, wished she could see his face.


    Xavier deepened the kiss, his tongue dipping into her mouth. Mae sucked on his tongue, and when he


    shifted, one leg sliding between hers, she eagerly ground against his thigh. She couldn’t wait to have


    him inside her, his cock filling her.


    When he wrenched away, taking three quick steps back, Mae was left gasping, her body thrumming


    with need.


    “Our y time does not include sexual contact, except for what’s on the checklist.” His face


    unreadable, hidden from her.


    Mae wanted to curse. There’d been something between them. Maybe he hadn’t felt it the way she did.


    That thought made her stomach knot, but it didn’t feel like the truth.


    “What if I want sex? What if I want to add that to our session?”


    Xavier didn’t answer her questions. “It’s nearly four a.m. You’ll sleep in the Subs’ Garden.”


    “What if—”


    Xavier grabbed her by the back of the neck, his will washing over her. “You will sleep in the Subs’


    Garden.”


    “Yes, Master Xavier.” She didn’t bother to hide her frustration—both sexual and emotional, and it


    showed, her words sarcastic and biting.


    Master Xavier’s hold tightened just a fraction, but his jaw clenched, lips a thin line. She’d pushed him


    too far.


    Xavier took her by the upper arms and forced her to bend over the horse. His movements were sharp


    but controlled.


    “Grab your ankles.”


    “Master Xavier, I’m sorry, I just—”


    “Now, Mae.” He pressed his hand against her abused ass.


    The re of pain sent a shudder through her. Disappointment and frustration from the truncated kiss


    were suppressed by a resurgence of the sweet submissiveness that had filled her while he beat her.


    Mae hooked her fingers in the D-ring cuffs around her ankles.


    “You’re going to sleep in one of the bunks in the Subs’ Garden. You will meet me back here at noon.


    Eat before you arrive. You will not orgasm, either by touching yourself or by asking another submissive


    to touch you. Do you understand, Mae?”


    “Yes, Master Xavier.”


    “It seems you have a hard time remembering your ce unless you’re actively being dominated.” He


    pinched her abused ass.


    Mae was having trouble thinking; all the blood was rushing to her head. “I’m sorry, Master.”


    “It is who you are.” The words were matter of fact, and it gave Mae some hope that he didn’t sound


    disgusted. “It means that I cannot let you go without reminders, as I have no desire to start over again.


    Have you been trained for anal?”


    “Yes, Master Xavier.”


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    “What have you taken up your ass?”


    “Plugs and cocks.” She forced the words out, terribly aroused.


    “Can you sleep in a plug?”


    “I never have before, Master.”


    “Then you will tonight. Stand up.”


    Mae straightened and braced her hands on the horse. Xavier reached around her and casually pinched


    her nipples. “I’m going to get a few things. I will be gone no more than five minutes.”


    “Yes, Master Xavier.”


    He grabbed her jaw, turning her to face him. “I don’t want to leave you unbound. Have you ridden a


    wooden horse before?”


    Mae shivered. “No, Master. I promise I won’t—”


    “You won’t worry about it. You’re mine, and you will trust me to give you what you need, and what I


    want you to have.”


    Mae bit her lip to stop from screaming that what she wanted was for him to kiss her again, for him to


    put his hands, mouth, and cock between her legs.


    “Straddle the horse.”


    With a moan of dread, Mae obeyed. The wooden horse was a diabolical device, consisting simply of a


    wooden beam that the sub was made to straddle. Then either the sub’s legs were tied up or the horse


    was raised so that she couldn’t touch the floor, forcing her to rest her body weight on their sex.


    She was tall enough that she had only to raise her heels an inch off the floor to keep her body weight


    off her pussy.


    “Arms folded behind your back.” Xavier attached a strap to the D ring of her right cuff, brought the strap


    around her front, then attached it to her left wrist so she couldn’t straighten her arms. In this position


    she was slightly off bnce, which was going to make it harder to keep her weight on her toes.


    Xavier cupped her left breast, thumbing the nipple. It felt so good that Mae’s concentration broke. She


    tipped off bnce, sitting hard on her already abused pussy. Yelping she jumped back onto her toes,


    her sex throbbing.


    “Mae?”


    “Yes, Master Xavier.”


    “You’re not allowed toe.” He pinched her nipple for emphasis, then left, boots ringing on the tile.


    Mae practiced her yoga breathing and tried not to think about how desperately she wanted Master


    Xavier, or how much she’d enjoyed this time with him. She hadn’te, and yet she’d felt more


    satisfaction than she had in herst y session, which had included more orgasms than she could


    count. Neither of those things made any sense.