BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Mae’s whole body was throbbing with arousal. She hadn’t been this turned on this quickly, or with such little physical contact, since she first discovered the delightful worlds of kink. Despite that, one thought was running though her mind on a loop.

What are you doing?

When the big bad wolf tells you you’re free to go, a smart person leaves. Apparently Mae was not as smart as she thought she was, because not only hadn’t she left, but she’d taunted him. She was setting herself up for a corrective punishment, and coming from this Dom that would probably be far more than she was equipped to handle.

And yet…when he’d looked at her she felt something, something she wanted to feel again.

Master Xavier pulled some papers out of an envelope. “Do you remember what you put on your checklist?”

Mae barely remembered filling out the checklist. “No, Sir.”

“Once we begin—if we begin—you will call me Master Xavier.”

“Yes, Master Xavier.” She liked the way that felt, liked saying it.

“I’ll start by reading off the list of items under B.” He flipped the page, scanned the text, then looked at her. “Ball gag. Beating, soft. Beating, hard.”

Mae was acutely aware that he was studying her reaction to each thing he said. She winced at “beating, hard.” The idea should have dampened her arousal, but didn’t. If anything it increased it.

serviced. Biting. Breast bondage.

fast, her fingers clenching rhythmically. She shouldn’t want these things. This wasn’t

“Branding.”

jerked to his, that one word enough to knock her out of the arousal-fueled daze. “We only do the things that both of us said yes to on our

Mae relaxed. There was no

got deeper, and she realized he was aroused too. “B

that he’d listed them off, Mae remembered the checklist. She remembered the desperate arousal she’d felt while reading

as it relates to ‘being serviced.’ I have a copy of your hard limits, and know your safe

couldn’t handle him. Well she could. Maybe. She was stronger than anyone ever gave her credit for, and she wanted Xavier to know it. “I wouldn’t want you to be.” The words were mostly bravado, and she had a bad feeling that it

searched her face. “You’re

I expected right now

respond, so she tucked her chin down and stared at her knees. It wasn’t exactly a compliment, but it made her feel strong, as if defying his expectations

Mae. Show

of her shoulder the robe slid off, the fabric now held in place by the sash at her

her. He cupped her neck, thumb and middle finger pressing lightly on the soft spots just behind her

understand what I’ll do