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.”

say your

no, I’m not using my safe word.” She raised her

Doubt bit at her once his touch was gone, but she

is not a challenge. No one here

“Thank you, Master.”

flexing. “Use your

shook her head. “No,

safeword out of

his eyes Mae saw a

brand her. I want to mark her.” Master Xavier’s deep voice made the words poetry. “I want to taste

crowd, but she didn’t care. Her whole world had narrowed, until all that mattered was his green eyes, staring at her from behind the mask

“If you want this, attach your cuffs to the chains. I will not

looked at the simple cuffs she’d put on. They were one thin piece of leather, held closed by a buckle. A D ring near the closure was the only hardware that distinguished them from a cuff bracelet. It seemed odd that these simple

the T came to just below her breasts. A short chain with a carabiner clip dangled 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

wrapped her fingers around

thumped on the wooden stage.

her head, she watched as Xavier held up a branding iron, the tip glowing red. He pushed it down on the stage and the wood hissed and sizzled. When he lifted the brand, an “X” was burned into

Xavier’s. There was fire in his gaze, a fierce

do it to her. Wanted what would come after—the permanent record

of water hissing as he dunked the brand into the bucket, though she couldn’t see it happening. When he touched her ass Mae screamed, then shuddered when she realized it was just his

“Spread your legs, Mae.”

pussy. The penetration sent spikes of pleasure through her. She focused on that—the feel of his fingers

come for me. I want to feel you shaking with pleasure.” He brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck. “Can you come for me,

She shamelessly pumped her hips on his hand, grateful to have this to focus on—the kinky pleasure that she understood so

still shuddering through her when he pulled back. Mae had a moment

felt the heat a second before something hard pressed against

terror and in satisfaction. She screamed as

…But it didn’t burn.

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