BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Master Jensen left her there, her body offered up and ready for him, but untouched and unused until her punishment was complete. When he returned, he ducked to look up at her face.

“Anna, for the rest of this weekend you will make sure to pay attention to your body. You will let me know if something hurts, or feels strange. I may not stop, but I want to know.”

He pulled the clothespins off and Anna blinked back tears, hiding her throbbing tongue in her mouth.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered meekly. “Thank you, Master.”

He rubbed her lower lip with his thumb. “Good girl.”

Anna focused on breathing, trying to get back the level of arousal she’d reached before. She shouldn’t have worried, because the next thing her Master did was to slide his tongue over the abused skin at her shoulder blade. He kissed, nipped and licked his way along her back to her ass. Every touch was a shock on the hyper-sensitive skin.

“Usually you hold so still.” Jensen ran his fingertips down her back and she shivered. “It’s fun to see you twitching.”

Anna clenched her teeth, reveling in the need that pulsed and pounded within her. She wanted him to climb up behind her and slide his cock into her pussy, fuck her until the desperate need inside her was satisfied.

Two fingers sank into her sex. “Yes, yes,” she moaned. Her body clenched around the small invasion, wishing it was more.

“Not yet.” He pulled out and patted her ass.

Anna heard him walk away, heard the sound of drawers opening and closing. If she strained, she could lift and turn her head, but she didn’t.

“You’ve never been fond of anal, have you?” His voice grew louder as he returned.

“I enjoy it, Master.”

when I fuck your

“No, Master.”

my fault. You’re very fuckable.” He ran his hand

aware of how close he was to her exposed sex

click and then something cold trickled down the crack of her

by no means a prude, but she’d never considered having her ass played with pleasurable in and of itself. It had always been a part of her submission—Doms and Masters used her there, taking her because they could, because they controlled her body and her pleasure. The feeling of being dominated and used had been the source of her enjoyment,

to throb the way her nipples did when he played

“You’re enjoying this.”

am. I didn’t

“Didn’t realize what?”

would

this?” He pushed one

around him, his finger feeling thicker and wider

feel having

Master. It

want good.” He pushed his finger deep, until his knuckles dug

forward, trying to get away from the

“It just means you need something

around to her head and crouched, holding up something for her to

part, then another easy slope from