BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Xavier laughed so hard he had to sit on the bed. Mae shifted around to look at him, her arms still chained above her head, pulling her body into a pretty, taut line.

He grinned at her, genuinely amused. “Next time I’ll do my best to use bondage equipment that matches your shoes. If it exists.”

“Oh, it exists.” Her tone was wry, as if she knew something he didn’t.

When it came to coordinating accessories and bondage equipment it wasn’t hard for him to believe.

“If you say so.” He pushed off the bed and retrieved his bag from behind the screen where he’d waited to hear her responses to James’s questions.

What he’d heard was more than he could have hoped for, and far more than he had a right to ask. Mae hadn’t just been willing to deepen their play, but she’d obeyed Master James in his stead and most surprising, she’d become upset when she thought he would no longer be the one Dominating her.

He’d given her another chance to escape him, and again she’d refused. Every time he pushed her away, she only pressed closer. It was disconcerting.

Today would not be easy, for either of them. He doubted that she’d look at him with that alluring mixture of trust and desire by the time he was done.

He dumped the duffle bag on the bed then looked around the room, eyeing the possibilities before undoing the carbine clip that attached the cuffs to the chain.

Mae folded her arms across her waist and leaned toward him, brushing his arm with hers. It was a small moment of contact, one that he could pretend was accidental, but knew wasn’t. Mae needed, wanted, to touch him.

“On your knees on that ottoman.”

She obeyed without question or comment, positioning herself perfectly with her knees on the edge, head down, and arms stretched out and grabbing the opposite side of the padded top.

He took a minute to examine her ass. There were a few spots that would bruise, but the rest of it would have faded by tomorrow. Her pussy lips were full and pink, but he doubted that was left over from last night. She was so wet even the insides of her thighs were damp, her body’s moisture coating the bite marks he’d left there.

pretty bottom. Taking hold of the base, he started to tug it

times did you take

“One, Master.”

did you put the

“After one hour.”

touch your

“No, Master.”

“Did you want to?”

not as much as I

I’m not going to.” He removed the plug, watched

“Master? I thought…”

her under the arms and hauled her up so that she was standing beside the ottoman with her back against his chest. “That doesn’t

to protest, to pout and beg

reached for the collar. Slipping the tail out of the buckle, he pulled, tightening it just enough so

her head dropping forward.

topping from the bottom, but she was submissive in her core. He was so accustomed to hyper-obedient subs that he’d forgotten the thrill

removed the cuffs from her ankles and wrists. Despite the fact that he’d just put them on her, Xavier

two

He put a

are you thinking,

like gags, Master

top from

stiffened. “I wasn’t doing