something.”
Xavier wouldn’t insult what he felt for Mae, or what she’d gone through, by denying it. “Mae deserves to be collared and bound. I can’t do that.”
James looked at Xavier’s masked face. “I know, and I’m sorry that’s the case. For you as much as for her.”
When James left, Xavier pulled Mae closer. Giving in to impulse, he kissed each eyelid, her cheeks, and the corners of her mouth. He’d never seen anything as beautiful as Mae writhing in pleasure, never felt anything as powerful as knowing that though there were more hands on her than his, each bit of pleasure she felt was by his will.
It was time to change the plan, to skip ahead a few steps. The sooner he started to put emotional distance between them the better.
But that could wait a few hours. Right now he needed to hold her.
*****
The kiss woke her. Mae kept her eyes closed as awareness returned slowly. Her body was still heavy with exhaustion, but she was vaguely aware that she was lying on something soft.
Warm lips slid along her jaw to her neck.
“Mae.” Her name was a plea.
“Master.” She reached into the darkness, found his strong shoulders. “Xavier.”
The heavy weight of a male body settled over her. Mae, eyes still closed, moaned as her nipples brushed against his bare chest. She trailed her palms down his naked sides to his hips.
“Touch me.”
Her questing fingers found the hard length of his cock. He was long and thick, his balls already drawn up tight to his body. She should open her eyes, look at what she held, but she was too tired, and this was only a dream anyway.
Mae toyed with the tip of his cock, rubbing the wetness she found there down the shaft.
Then he was pushing her thighs open. She winced slightly as her sore muscles protested, but then his cock was at the entrance to her body. Mae whimpered when he entered her.
“Are you too sore?” Kisses rained down along her cheek and temple.
“Go slow,” she replied.
Inch by inch he pressed into her, opening her wide and filling her—not just her body, but filling the well of need deep inside.
When he was fully seated, Mae wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging to him as he thrust into her. She shivered in pleasure that wasn’t quite an orgasm, but was enough to have her moaning.
“Mae, yes.” His face pressed against hers, and she was sad to realize that even in her dreams he wore the mask. Then he was slamming into her, groaning as he came.
When he was done and pulled out of her, Mae curled up on her side.
“Go back to sleep.” A final kiss to her brow was the last thing Mae remembered of the strange, sweet dream.
Chapter Eight
Mae stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her head. It felt glorious to be clean and well rested. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep on Master Xavier’s lap after that ridiculously intense scene in the Library. She’d slept for close to ten hours, waking at midnight in the same bed she’d used last night. But unlike before she’d slept well, without the restlessness and nightmares that had plagued her the first night. She’d had one vivid sex dream about Xavier, so real she’d still been able to taste his kiss when she woke. Mae might have slept through until morning if someone hadn’t set the bedside alarm clock to go off at twelve a.m.
She’d found a note under a water bottle waiting beside the chiming alarm.
1:30 a.m.
Iron Court
Your choice of attire
X
Mae didn’t have time to dry her hair, so she braided it before putting on the only other outfit she’d brought with her for the weekend. The steampunk-style under-bust corset and leather panties were a bit less girly than her normal clothes. They were both prototypes, and Mae was glad she’d chosen to test them out this weekend.
She put on an off-the-shoulder sheer lace shirt under the corset, the lace spaced widely enough that it was not hard to spot the pink of her nipples.
Next she put on the
Xavier wouldn’t insult what he felt for Mae, or what she’d gone through, by denying it. “Mae deserves to be collared and bound. I can’t do that.”
James looked at Xavier’s masked face. “I know, and I’m sorry that’s the case. For you as much as for her.”
When James left, Xavier pulled Mae closer. Giving in to impulse, he kissed each eyelid, her cheeks, and the corners of her mouth. He’d never seen anything as beautiful as Mae writhing in pleasure, never felt anything as powerful as knowing that though there were more hands on her than his, each bit of pleasure she felt was by his will.
It was time to change the plan, to skip ahead a few steps. The sooner he started to put emotional distance between them the better.
But that could wait a few hours. Right now he needed to hold her.
*****
The kiss woke her. Mae kept her eyes closed as awareness returned slowly. Her body was still heavy with exhaustion, but she was vaguely aware that she was lying on something soft.
Warm lips slid along her jaw to her neck.
“Mae.” Her name was a plea.
“Master.” She reached into the darkness, found his strong shoulders. “Xavier.”
The heavy weight of a male body settled over her. Mae, eyes still closed, moaned as her nipples brushed against his bare chest. She trailed her palms down his naked sides to his hips.
“Touch me.”
Her questing fingers found the hard length of his cock. He was long and thick, his balls already drawn up tight to his body. She should open her eyes, look at what she held, but she was too tired, and this was only a dream anyway.
Mae toyed with the tip of his cock, rubbing the wetness she found there down the shaft.
Then he was pushing her thighs open. She winced slightly as her sore muscles protested, but then his cock was at the entrance to her body. Mae whimpered when he entered her.
“Are you too sore?” Kisses rained down along her cheek and temple.
“Go slow,” she replied.
Inch by inch he pressed into her, opening her wide and filling her—not just her body, but filling the well of need deep inside.
When he was fully seated, Mae wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging to him as he thrust into her. She shivered in pleasure that wasn’t quite an orgasm, but was enough to have her moaning.
“Mae, yes.” His face pressed against hers, and she was sad to realize that even in her dreams he wore the mask. Then he was slamming into her, groaning as he came.
When he was done and pulled out of her, Mae curled up on her side.
“Go back to sleep.” A final kiss to her brow was the last thing Mae remembered of the strange, sweet dream.
Chapter Eight
Mae stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her head. It felt glorious to be clean and well rested. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep on Master Xavier’s lap after that ridiculously intense scene in the Library. She’d slept for close to ten hours, waking at midnight in the same bed she’d used last night. But unlike before she’d slept well, without the restlessness and nightmares that had plagued her the first night. She’d had one vivid sex dream about Xavier, so real she’d still been able to taste his kiss when she woke. Mae might have slept through until morning if someone hadn’t set the bedside alarm clock to go off at twelve a.m.
She’d found a note under a water bottle waiting beside the chiming alarm.
1:30 a.m.
Iron Court
Your choice of attire
X
Mae didn’t have time to dry her hair, so she braided it before putting on the only other outfit she’d brought with her for the weekend. The steampunk-style under-bust corset and leather panties were a bit less girly than her normal clothes. They were both prototypes, and Mae was glad she’d chosen to test them out this weekend.
She put on an off-the-shoulder sheer lace shirt under the corset, the lace spaced widely enough that it was not hard to spot the pink of her nipples.
Next she put on the
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