BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Master Xavier’s eyes widened. She could barely see them through the mask he wore. His eyes were green. Not hazel, but a pretty true green.

He leaned closer. “Little girl, you don’t want to play with me. Tell the overseers that you won’t sub for me.”

Mae’s hands curled into fists. “I’m not your little girl.” There’d been a time when she’d reveled in being called that by a Dom, but her tastes had changed.

He reached for her hair, fingers stopping just short of contact. “No, you’re not.” He stepped back.

Mae’s mouth opened in surprise. Was that regret in his voice?

“Tell the overseers you can’t be partnered with me.” He turned his back, apparently done with her.

“Why?”

Master Xavier faced her, clearly surprised she was still in the room. “Is this what you like?” He motioned to the dungeon-like playroom. “This is what I like, and unless you want to be spread open on the floor so I can whip your pussy, I suggest you leave.”

Mae dropped her gaze, biting the inside of her cheek as a shiver took her. She didn’t want that. She wanted to be kissed and cuddled and spanked. Yet her body was thrumming with arousal, and her pussy was so wet she was afraid to move.

“I meant why don’t you tell them, Sir?” The words were breathy, but she got them out.

Xavier crossed his arms. “I did. I spent the last few hours arguing to have our pairing reassigned, but Mistress Faith refused. I was given the option of meeting with you or resigning from Las Palmas. Since I do not want to lose my membership, it’s up to you to walk away. You will not be punished for doing so; I saw to that.”

An unfamiliar feeling settled over Mae. She’d been blessed in life by being smart, pretty, and having the kind of personality that drew people to her. There were very few times she’d ever been rejected, romantically, sexually, or as a friend. It took her a minute, but she realized what this feeling was.

She should get the hell out of here and back to the safety of the Sub Rosa Court and Doms who enjoyed the kind

but she

raised her chin and folded her arms.

* * *

narrowed his eyes. “What do you

you. Everyone has to play the checklist game, and I’m not going to

to her. He needed

be in trouble. You’re making a

“Don’t call me that.”

I’ll call you whatever I want.” Her attitude was both

I’m not subbing for

here in five minutes

out of her shoes and kicked them to the side.

little toes disturbed him. He didn’t like seeing her uncomfortable. And damn if that wasn’t the dumbest

floor in the center of the room. He pointed, silently commanding her to stand there. Mae’s chin

Xavier held her gaze, unafraid

went through her. She lowered her eyelids,

a deep breath as the air in the room thickened. He’d felt it when he looked into her eyes—the first hints of the power transfer

The order was a test, as much for him as

between the desire to submit and the urge to fight