BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Xavier pressed his thumb against the blade of the small knife, hard enough that he felt it, but not enough to draw blood. He needed the pain to center himself. This wasn’t supposed to be happening; she was supposed to be long gone, fled back into the arms of men who would kiss and cuddle her, then “punish” her with orgasms.

Strangely, he wanted to kiss her, something he rarely did. But the cuddles…well.

“Stand.”

Mae pushed to her feet, her hands still clasped together in front of her. She had lovely breasts, large enough to make breast play interesting, and her nipples were excitingly pink against her pale skin.

“Hands at your sides.”

She hesitated long enough that he was tempted to grab a crop. He wouldn’t have tolerated this from anyone else.

Mae unclenched her fingers and let her arms dangle, taking a shuttered breath as she did so.

Rather than punishing her for being slow to obey, he found himself reaching out to caress her left shoulder and breast, rewarding her for her bravery. “Good.” She calmed slightly at his touch.

Xavier hooked two fingers in the tie of her robe, slid the blade of his knife under the fabric, and cut it.

The sash dropped and her robe fell open. In the next breath the fabric lost its tenuous hold and slithered to the floor, revealing a pair of hot pink lace boy-cut panties with a large fabric bow on the back.

Xavier circled her, examining her near-naked body. “I haven’t had a sub who wore pink panties in…ever.”

cleared her throat. “What do

“Black.”

“You don’t like pink?”

bow was completely ridiculous, and yet he found himself admiring the way it framed her bottom. He rubbed her back and shoulders, palmed her breasts, and ran his hands

breathing hard, enough so that Xavier was concerned. For whatever reason, this lovely, soft woman had decided that she was going to subject herself to him. He knew all about using BDSM to exorcise personal demons,

protective urge. Usually he was all about pushing,

he needed to know why she

“Mae, look at me.”

shade of gray. There was no distress in her gaze. It wasn’t fear that made her

“Mae, are you wet?”

She nodded jerkily.

two fingers in your pussy.

pink lace, and her eyes fluttered closed as she touched herself. Xavier grabbed

“Show me, Mae.”

her hand, two fingers coated in cream. The smell of her arousal was strong in the air. Xavier inhaled, startled and delighted

“Clean your fingers.”

instant irritation rippled over her features, but then she put her fingers in her mouth, licking them clean.

and how you normally play, says that

scared,

Or have you been lying to everyone here,