BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

The Dom stepped into the circle of light. His face was shadowed by a fedora. All she could see was the edge of a smooth jaw. In his trim, elegant suit with the hat shading his face he looked like a celebrity hiding from photographers.

The brim of his hat dipped a bit as he looked her over. Anna could only hope what he saw pleased him. She was lightly muscled and toned—she worked hard for this body—but that didn’t mean he’d like it. Maybe he preferred larger breasts, or more curves. Maybe he liked girls with darker skin who wouldn’t bruise as easily.

He circled around behind her and took a fist full of her hair, pulling her head back so she was looking at the ceiling and the pattern of stars represented there.

“What’s our letter?” he whispered.

“A,” she replied. His hold on her hair tightened. “A, Sir,” she repeated, louder this time.

“And what do you think is on our list, sub?”

Anna licked her lips. She had the first letter of the alphabet—lucky her.

what’s on

released her and walked away. From somewhere in the dark a whip cracked against

“I

Silence.

be on there.” She shivered. Anna wasn’t an anal virgin by any means, but she didn’t have the same level of experience as many other subs did. She considered it foreplay. Anna never really felt satisfied unless a session ended with a good, hard pussy-fucking,

a pair of scissors. Anna knew what was coming. She spent more

Dom stroked her naked right breast, then pinched her left

undid the strap over her ribs, and started popping open the front closures of her corset. Anna was surprised—she’d been sure he would cut it off, but instead he opened it down the front and pulled the fabric free from behind her back, tossing it to the side. He ran the tip of the scissors

gasping at the sudden spike of pleasure. She hadn’t been

of response Master Jensen would have had and for a moment her gaze narrowed, examining the Dom, but it wasn’t