BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

She bit her lip. It would be easy to say that she hadn’t meant “no,” that she’d been confused or not really paying attention. If she did that the scene would continue. It was a white lie, meant to make life easy. If it had been any other Dom, any other situation, she would have done it without thinking. Instead she took a deep breath. “I don’t want them to touch me.”

“Are you refusing to complete the checklist item?”

Tears of frustration stung Mae’s eyes. She wanted to explain what she was feeling, wanted to express the conflicting desires that roared through her, but she didn’t know how.

“Master Xavier, if I may offer my assistance?” Master Anderson rose in one elegant motion, his slightly accented voice not nearly as compelling as Xavier’s, but containing the same easy confidence. He was a man who knew that when he spoke others would listen. The submissive kneeling beside his chair watched him with hungry, haunted eyes. He wore a stark black suit, with a white shirt open at the throat. His pale skin, dark hair and eyes so blue they seemed black completed the picture of a stark, debonair man.

“I do not need assistance.” Xavier’s voice was deeper than normal. He watched the other Master.

“Of course not, but I think perhaps I might know what your sub is trying to say.”

Master Anderson had a reputation, but unlike Xavier he was not known for hard physical play. Anyone who subbed for him had to be willing to let him in, not only to their body, but to their mind. Mae had seen subs break down sobbing from the emotional intensity of spending time with him. The Dom slipped his hand under her head, lifting it slightly. When he touched her, Xavier took a half step toward the other man, as if he were going to shove him back.

“Your name is Mae?”

Mae looked at Master Xavier. He didn’t intervene, so she answered, “Yes, Sir.”

desperate to come, aren’t

“Yes, Sir.”

your Master, and only him, to be the one to

shocked that he’d so precisely put words to her feelings.

one finger over her lips. “I did not invite comment. You will answer my question. Is your reluctance due to

from sounding like her desire was another instance of her trying to top from the bottom. Mae looked at Master Xavier.

to be serviced by anyone who walks into the room.

staring at the ceiling. “I am Master Xavier’s

signet-style ring, embossed with a triangular Celtic symbol, catching the light. Mae blew out a long breath. She was relieved that she’d had a chance to express what

her into his arms and carry her away to fuck her in privacy. He didn’t, and she hadn’t really thought

the strangest sense that she was falling off the barrel. Xavier pressed something soft between the tips of her fingers

brushed her cheek and Mae could smell the rubber of the ball gag. She twisted her head to the side,

you to open your mouth,

as she fought to push aside her fear and let her submissiveness rise

Xavier kissed her.