BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Chapter 52

She could tell he was tense, that he didn’t really like being chained up, or she suspected, not having his mask on.

“You want a sub who’s obedient.” Mae inched back toward the controls.

“Yes.”

“And doesn’t backtalk? Or speak unless spoken to?”

“Yes.” Now he sounded wary.

“Then maybe this is the perfect time for me…” Mae tapped the buttons until she put a few feet of slack in each of the chains holding up his arms. When she had them where she wanted them, she locked the controls. Xavier growled and folded his still-chained arms. “To be the kind of sub you don’t want.”

“Right now you’re not being submissive at all.”

“Oh I am, because I know that when you do get free I’m going to be in trouble, but between now and then you’re mine.” She found a chair and dragged it over in front of him.

“You’re mine,” he countered.

“Then maybe we should belong to each other.”

They stared at one another, tension taking the place of teasing. When he didn’t say anything, Mae took a seat and forced herself to ignore the way her heart was breaking. She leaned back and braced her bare feet on his chest.

“You brought me my shoes.”

“You keep leaving them. Like Cinderella.” He grabbed her ankles, jerking her forward until her ass was on the edge of the chair.

“I don’t mean to.” Mae inched her feet apart and his gaze dropped to the apex of her thighs. She may have set up the positions, have made it clear what she wanted, but she wasn’t brave enough to order him to pleasure her.

Luckily, she didn’t have to.

Xavier knelt, the slack she’d put in the chain enough that he could do so, but now his arms were slightly raised, wrists by his ears, meaning he couldn’t use his hands for much.

“Come closer, Cinderella,” he whispered in that deep voice. For a moment Mae was frozen, unable to reconcile her mental picture of him, which included the mask, with the face looking back at her. Then their gazes met, and his green eyes were the same. Mae hooked one leg behind his neck, pulling him toward her.

“Why don’t you come here?”

Xavier lowered his face between her legs and Mae stopped thinking.

* * *

“Undo the cuffs, Red.”

In a post-orgasmic stupor, Mae reached out and undid the clip on one cuff, her body reacting to her Master’s command. The sound of chain rattling as it swung free was enough to snap her back into focus.

“Uh oh.”

Mae looked at Xavier’s free hand and scrambled to get away, but it was too late. Her Master caught her, dragging her to the ground and pinning her down with a knee over her legs while he unfastened his other hand. He hauled her up, holding her tight around the waist with one arm as he freed his legs, then pulled her to her feet.

did

“I lost count, Master.”

by the hair. “You shouldn’t

“Lost count?”

hint of amusement in it.

a little bit

back to their little room, and spent the next few hours reminding her who

speak about the future,

* * *

Mae’s thigh. She was cuddling on

all the

They’d spent all day together, but Xavier hadn’t

“So next weekend?”

hair. “No. I might not be back for at least

that’s not too

it will be nine months. Maybe a

to wait for you…for months? I

“Yes.”

anyone else when

don’t want anyone else

fighting his hold, but then she relented, resting against him once more. “I can’t imagine being with anyone else. And I don’t just mean for BDSM play.” There was a

said, “You’ll have to remember this can’t mean we have a

a Dom

mean in

“I still don’t understand.”

commitment, not

She sighed. “You’re married.”

legal acknowledgements. The process was designed to ensure not only that members had clear understandings with

won’t get married for

better, for both of them, if he kept quiet, but he couldn’t stop himself from adding, “There are reasons I’ve chosen to live my life this way, but if I could

of a moment ago. After a few minutes the tension eased, the physical

three days,” she whispered. “How can everything

knew.” He took a breath, let it out.

“Yes, Master.”

Las Palmas and Mae was getting dressed. He’d ordered her

So she would wait.

* * *

his overnight bag into one of the lockers the Doms and Masters

noon on Friday a week after the checklist game announcement, and still early as far as the club’s patrons were concerned. Most people arrived between three and six pm on Friday nights and stayed until Sunday. Those with more flexible work schedules came on weekdays, though Las Palmas only had catered food in the dining room on the

had been up to that he was showering at noon. Either it had been a long night or he’d gotten up early and already participated in a hot and sweaty scene. As one of

finished pulling on pants, a shirt, and a vest, he turned to face James. “You’re here for

I don’t know who I’m partnered

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