BDSM Checklist: A, B, C
Chapter 48
“No, no.” Panic was clawing at her throat.
“Are you using your safe word?” Someone in the crowd called out the question, clearly concerned for her.
Mae opened her mouth. Banana. All she had to do was say it.
Instead she looked at Xavier. “This is on your checklist?”
He nodded. “I can see the beauty in marking a submissive in this way, if she chooses to bear her submission like this.”
“Is this…like collaring?” It would make sense if this were about permanently showing ownership.
“No, Mae. We are not bound. This branding would mean that you submitted fully to me in this moment. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
Her heart was breaking and she couldn’t breathe. Mae folded her arms against her chest, only to cry out when her breasts throbbed.
“On your checklist, did you say you wanted to be branded?” His tone was firm.
“Yes, Master.”
“And now you are presented with that opportunity.”
She whimpered and dropped her head.
Xavier touched her cheek. “This is what safe words were made for.”
Though she heard him, all she could think about was his touch. It was nothing more than his knuckles stroking her face, but it made all the difference. Mae exhaled, a trance-like calm settling over her. He’d warned her both about himself and about her own desires.
This was the turning point. She could walk away, or she could embrace this.
And then, when her time with him was over, Mae would have his mark. She’d have a way to remember what it had felt like to dance in the dark. Even if no one else ever touched her the way he had, she’d remember these feelings—the pride and desire of walking through the club wearing the marks of a flogger, the delicious helplessness of being mastered by a man who found release by marking her flesh, and above all the way he’d looked at her.
“No, Master.”
to say your
using my safe word.” She raised her
his touch was gone,
challenge. No one here doubts your submission. Least of all
“Thank you, Master.”
flexing. “Use your safe
shook her head. “No,
your mind, you too have the right to safeword out of this item.” Though Mae couldn’t see the speaker, she recognized
met, and in his eyes Mae saw a terrible dark
Master Xavier’s deep voice made the words poetry. “I want to taste
world had narrowed, until all that mattered was
your cuffs to the chains. I will
ring near the closure was the only hardware
from each end. Using two hands she got her left wrist clip in with no problem. The right took her longer, and she had to stretch and wedge the clip against the wood in order to press the latch and push the
around the chains,
the wooden stage.
a branding iron, the tip glowing red. He pushed it down on the stage and the wood hissed and
searing against her skin was too much. She shook her head, raising her gaze to Master Xavier’s. There was fire in his gaze, a fierce desire to master
hurt, she wanted it because he wanted to do it to her. Wanted what would come
brand into the bucket, though she couldn’t see it happening. When he touched her ass
“Spread your legs, Mae.”
was shaking too much to obey. He forced them open, then pressed two fingers into her pussy. The penetration sent spikes of pleasure through
with pleasure.” He brushed her hair aside and
back. Knowing that there was a crowd looking on only spurred her arousal. She shamelessly pumped her hips on his hand, grateful to have this to focus on—the kinky pleasure that she understood so much better than the dark needs
was still shuddering through her when he pulled back. Mae had a moment to
something hard pressed against her right butt cheek
screamed. She screamed in terror and in satisfaction. She screamed as the
…But it didn’t burn.
About BDSM Checklist: A, B, C - Chapter 48
BDSM Checklist: A, B, C is the best current series of the author Lila Dubois. With the below Chapter 48 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 48 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com