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Chapter 36

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. C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

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.”