BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Chapter 68

Her eyes popped open and her lips parted, as if she would protest. He waited, trying to hide his smile. She bared her teeth at him and he laughed.

“I’m hungry. We didn’t eat dinner. Go get food.”

“Yes, Master. What do you like to eat?”

“Meat.”

“Turkey bacon?”

“What? No! Real bacon. Sausage.”

Her eyebrows climbed as she looked at him, as if trying to figure out how he got away with eating that. The damned woman was making him feel defensive. “I run.”

“Ah. That explains the tan.”

“What?”

“Your arms are darker than your chest.”

Was it that noticeable? “Er, yes.”

Beth turned to leave, closing the robe and belting it in place.

“Beth.”

She stopped and turned back.

“You can wear the robe closed on the way to the dining room, but when you get there, untie it. Make sure everyone can see your clamps.”

Her eyes lowered and he could almost see her submission falling over her. There were some women who needed a constant level of domination and couldn’t handle shifting dynamics. Clearly Beth could, which James was glad of. He didn’t want to spend unnecessary energy making sure he was always in “Dom mode.”

Beth returned ten minutes later, the robe open, exposing her naked body. Part of him wished he’d gone with her, wished he could have seen the admiring gazes she’d no doubt gotten. The tassels on her pussy clattered together cheerfully as she brought over a tray, placing it on the bed.

“Join me.”

She sat cross-legged, the tray between them. Her plate held an egg white veggie omelet and fruit. His had a California omelet, three strips of bacon, sausage, and one strawberry.

sure I get some fruit?” He held up

vegetables in the

“Ugh. Vegetables.”

hope you’re joking.”

am. I’ll even eat this strawberry.” He bit the tip off, then reached over and rubbed it against her nipples, smearing

this is what it takes, I’m willing

habits, sexual play as he licked her nipples clean, then pretended to get his fork tangled in the nipple clamp chains, tugging them

start he realized this felt more like a lazy Sunday morning with a girlfriend than the precursor to

James softened his tone, but turned away from her, getting off the bed.

“Yes, Master.”

head that said he should just stay in bed with her, talking and fucking. They

* * *

gone. Assuming a kneeling position near the cold fireplace, she looked up

time it was Master James, and she was not surprised to see the corset he held under one arm, though the plastic

detoured to the seating area by the fireplace, easing into one of the

you ready for our next

“Of course, Master.”

“Stand up.”

When he sat forward and shook out the

ribbon lacing up the back. Smooth, cool fabric slid against her skin as Master James placed

laces at the back, pulling the surprisingly stiff corset tight to her skin, then tighter

on to the

tugged. She could no longer take a

something very satisfying about putting a woman into a corset.” Master James’s voice was a low grumble, deeper and with a note of menace that hadn’t been there when they teased each other over

worn one like

have you

“A waist cincher.”

that don’t cover the

“Yes, Master.”

full corset.” A final tug, and he stepped away.

plump mounds above the sweetheart top, her waist almost impossibly tiny. Her

his hands settling on her cinched waist. Keeping his gaze locked on hers in the mirror, he dipped his head to nip her shoulder, then cupped one hand over her sex and lifted,

breathing she

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255