BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Chapter 61

Though Master James was still toying with her breast Beth was no longer floating in a haze of aroused anticipation. She opened her eyes, though kept them submissively lowered.

Master James’s fingers stopped moving, his hand flattening over her chest.

“Can you do me a favor?” Though she could tell Master James was looking at her, it was clear he was speaking to the other Dom.

“Of course.”

“I need some things.”

Beth remained still as Master James leaned away from her to whisper to the other man. When he’d left, Master James shifted slightly, adjusting pillows until he was in a more relaxed half-reclining position.

He tugged Beth’s shoulders until she was reclining against his side, her head pillowed on his shoulder. “We haven’t talked about our letter.”

Beth found her tension slipping away as she lounged against him. “No, Master James, we haven’t.”

“I assume Madame Cat told you it’s C.”

“I figured it out.”

“The cage and the collar, or lack thereof, were a rather large clue. How are you feeling about Madame Cat removing her collar?”

Beth shrugged.

“No, I want to hear how you’re feeling. The truth.” The command was clear in his voice.

“I knew Madame Cat was moving and leaving LA. I didn’t know it was going to be today.”

“That’s what you know, not how you feel.”

A valid point, and she should have known he’d ask what for her was a difficult question. “I didn’t feel surprised when she removed her collar. I was…resigned. I’d planned to give up my own membership when Madame Cat left.”

“Because you didn’t want to submit to anyone but her?” He sounded both surprised and concerned.

“No, because being a sub is not what I thought it would be. I have not enjoyed it.” She shook her head, because that wasn’t quite right. “It has not been what I expected.”

“You’re disappointed.”

“Yes. Disappointed.” It felt good to say it, and it was true, but given her current position it was an odd statement. “In the Subs’ Garden, when others talk about their sessions and scenes…” Beth didn’t want to finish the sentence. Anything she said would sound pathetic, as if she were whining. She didn’t want to do that.

“Your submission hasn’t been fulfilling.”

She was glad he understood. “Exactly.”

“Have you considered topping?”

air and almost choked.

find

I could never be responsible for a

not? You said that you’re good

this.” She gestured to the courtyard, which was slowly filling with

and look

this time meeting his eyes without being

did you join Las

revealed too many things, asked her to expose too much of her own

searched her face. “And you have the right not to. But I

“I’m

When you think about submitting, what do you imagine, what do you want? I don’t mean physically.

walked away rather than answer. The last person to ask that was Master Leo

James cupped her neck, thumb pressed lightly to the underside of her jaw.

to not worry,”

“Worry about what?”

doing the right thing. I want to be with another person, but know that

way.” He

“Yes.”

have to

he was saying. Plenty of people had either assumed or accused her of being on the autism spectrum. “Does

me to say anything.” His matter-of-fact tone lacked the pity she feared. “But I’m worried that this is some kind of coping mechanism, and not something you

I hadn’t

ran a hand through his hair. “In light of what I’m planning to do to you, I’d feel a lot better if I

wouldn’t have dared with anyone else. It was him—he made her behave

the sparkle in his eyes inviting her

I

I can’t pleasure

inside of her cheek

grinned. “What you’re saying is that in all your years as

it’s

and Beth lost control of her

grin and he looked pointedly

was no chatter and almost every eye was on them. If it had been a movie, there would have been a screeching record to accompany the silence that

as if this were still funny, but all Beth could think was

ready to drop

“Oh no, you don’t.”

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