BDSM Checklist: A, B, C
Chapter 11
“Oh thank you, Jesus.”
Jensen barked out a laugh. He cupped her hips and in the next moment she felt his breath on her wet pussy.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet.” He pinched her labia and pulled them open, exposing her aching core.
“I can’t remember the last time I was this aroused, Master.”
“You’re enjoying trying new things—abrasion, arm binding, anal.”
“Oh yes, Master.”
“Good, because we’ve got more to do. Come when you’re ready.”
His lips closed over her clit. Anna screamed. The direct contact with the throbbing bundle of nerves was so intense that her toes curled. Jensen held her upper thighs as he lapped at her clit. Broad strokes of his tongue fanned the already wild fire of her desire. He pulled back and blew on her wet flesh, then circled her clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Master!”
Knowing she had his permission—and she was so aroused that even if she hadn’t she would have come—Anna gave in to the orgasm building in her belly. She sobbed as the pleasure washed over her in heavy, thick waves. Her nipples were diamond hard, her ass throbbing, her channel clenching.
He pulled her deeper under the waves of pleasure, using the flat of his tongue to gently massage her throbbing clit. Anything more direct would have been uncomfortable in her pleasure-sensitive body, but he knew her, knew that he could prolong her orgasm.
Anna sucked in great sobbing breaths as her legs trembled and her pussy throbbed. The last wave crashed over her and she went limp, her head hanging down, her hair nearly brushing the floor.
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the sweet pleasure of submission. Some wanted the heady sting of pain. Some had no
dreaming of having a woman bound at his
was an elegant room with wood paneling, floor to ceiling bookshelves, and robust leather furniture. It had an air of wealth and
it was mentioned in various guides, but very few people could claim to have ever been inside. Las Palmas was the home of Las Palmas Oscuras—a BDSM
“Welcome back, Xavier.”
rising from one of the leather wing-back chairs. Mistress Faith was one of the overseers of Las Palmas, and a woman he was lucky to call a
used the title both as a sign
took it and bowed stiffly over it. There were lines around her eyes that Xavier hadn’t seen last time he was here, though she looked elegant and powerful in a tailored black skirt suit. Outside the Doms’ section of the estate she wore a porcelain half-mask, both to protect her identity and hide her age. That was something Xavier understood, though at
for our meeting.” She patted his arm just above the leather bracers he
he’d missed something. Not a
“I suppose
for his phone to check the time, then remembered he didn’t carry it while here. It was a
have an hour before everyone
“You mean the barn?”
conditioning, it’s not a barn. If it’s elegant, it’s not a barn.” Faith had helped develop Las Palmas, and had overseen the
99% of the world’s housing, but it has
“You weren’t
talk. “What’s going on? Is
a seat; I’ll have someone bring us
tossed back his drink and poured another, though this one was simply mineral water. It was time to go find a
to eat.” She motioned to
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