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.

many times did you

“I lost count, Master.”

back by the hair. “You

“Lost count?”

there was a hint of amusement in

even a little bit sorry,

their little room, and spent

the future, or

* * *

me.” Xavier stroked Mae’s thigh. She was cuddling on his lap,

all the items

Not yet.” They could have. They’d spent all day together, but Xavier hadn’t wanted to focus on anyone’s agenda but

“So next weekend?”

“No. I might not be back for at least

not

it will be nine months. Maybe a

you want me to wait for you…for

“Yes.”

can’t ask me not to play with anyone else when you’ve said that you won’t

anyone else touching

him once more. “I can’t imagine being with anyone else. And I don’t just mean for BDSM play.” There was a hint of a question in her

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

mean as a Dom and

in

“I still don’t understand.”

commitment, not just a physical

She sighed. “You’re married.”

The process was designed to ensure not only that members had clear understandings with their husbands and wives, but also kept Las

I won’t get married for the same reason I won’t collar

but he couldn’t stop himself from adding, “There are reasons I’ve chosen to live my life this

moment ago. After a few minutes the tension eased, the physical closeness helping to push

“How can

wish I knew.” He took a breath, let it out.

“Yes, Master.”

Palmas and Mae was getting dressed.

So she would wait.

* * *

James nodded to the older man as he closed his overnight bag into one of the lockers the Doms and

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

been a long night or he’d gotten up early and already participated in a hot and sweaty scene. As one of three overseers

pulling on pants, a shirt, and a vest, he turned to face

know who I’m

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