BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Chapter 41

Beth shifted her weight to her left hand, lifted her right off the wood floor and flexed her wrist. A crop struck her thigh.

“Be good, girlie.”

Dropping her hand back to the floor, Beth resumed her position on hands and knees, serving as a footrest for her owner. Madame Cat lifted her legs a fraction of an inch off Beth’s lower back, switching which ankle was crossed on top.

The floor of the library was one of the least comfortable places to be kneeling for long periods of time, but that was where Madame Cat had decided to have her dinner. Almost everyone else in the library was also eating, and Beth’s stomach growled in reaction to the delicious food smells. People went quiet and Beth lifted her head just enough to look around. Master Xavier, recognizable from the mask he wore, was leading a lovely red-haired sub through the room.

They must have been paired up as part of the checklist game. Beth had played with Master Xavier once, over a year ago. He’d complimented her on her ability to obey and her responsiveness to pain, but Beth had been able to tell that he’d never ask for her again.

That was the story of her life. She was good, but forgettable…as forgettable as a piece of furniture, which she was now serving as.

Beth bit the inside of her lip, reminding herself that anything was better than nothing. Being collared by Madame Cat was an honor and a gift.

She watched out of the corner of her eye as the lovely red-headed sub was draped backward over a wine barrel and then pleasured by nearly everyone in the room. Beth was transfixed by the sight—though the sub had been ordered not to come, she’d clearly had orgasm after orgasm from mouths and hands dancing over her body.

Beth had been kneeling here, completely naked, for what felt like days, and the only physical contact she’d had were her owner’s feet on her back and the occasional strike of the crop when she moved too much.

voice only a few feet away shocked

took her feet

was in her throat as she pushed herself up into a kneeling position. Keeping her head down, she waited for her orders, hoping, praying that it would be something dirty and sexy.

up. Come

and shoulders so they were no longer lower than her heart. Beth was serving as a support—the other woman’s shoulders against her breasts, her bound

to hold in the murky feelings bubbling inside her. With nothing

now had a perfect view of the woman’s spread legs and the Dom who was currently licking her. Beth’s own body throbbed in response. For

why Master Xavier had asked for her. Turning her gaze away to avoid temptation and stupid fantasies, her gaze landed

in air. Master James looked like a movie star—not a grungy action star, but a classic clean-cut hero. Though he was wearing slacks and a

play partners. She’d seen him sitting with subs on his lap, his style of domination a kind of causal yet intimate mastery—as if he had no doubt that he was in control and felt no need to make a show of it. She’d watched him kiss and pet his subs while in the common spaces, touches that seemed more like those of a lover than a

she

her, but there was no one there. Was he smiling

neck and the padlocked collar she wore. Golden-brown brows drew together and Master James

she identified as shame. Luckily a moment later Master Xavier freed his sub’s legs and helped her off the barrel. Beth waited to see if

that bound each wrist to the corresponding ankle, and knees to elbows. With her legs tucked up against her chest her ass and pussy were fully exposed. The Dom knelt beside the ottoman and ran his hands over the girl’s back, adding the occasional spank as he whispered to her, the words low enough that Beth couldn’t make them out, but she could guess that they were gentle from the tone of

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