BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Chapter 74

Beth took a step toward him, only to be pulled up short by the chains. She wanted to touch him, to reassure him.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I haven’t told anyone that story before, though plenty of people at Las Palmas know about what happened.”

“That’s why collar is on your hard limits list?”

“Yes. I’m one of the reasons Las Palmas has an alternative. There’s too much potential emotional baggage with a collar.”

Beth nodded. Partners or groups who wanted to be formally recognized as being in an exclusive relationship within the club had to be bonded. Often that meant collaring too, but bonding was actually a formal arrangement between the parties.

There were things she wanted to say, should say—that she was sorry for asking him to collar her, that if she’d known she wouldn’t have asked, that she’d never been happier as a submissive than she was with him.

But the words wouldn’t come, stuck behind a wall of awkwardness Beth would never lose, so instead she responded in a way she hoped he’d understand. Turning, she bent, resuming her position, waiting for him to continue caning her.

He didn’t react, and Beth’s stomach clenched with embarrassment and regret. Just as she was about to stand up, his hands cupped her hips. He stepped up behind her, and even through his pants she could feel the heat of his cock against her ass.

“Beth.” Her name was a plea, a pledge, on his lips.

“Yes, Master?”

He moved away, and she wasn’t surprised when she heard a faint whistle, followed by a line of fiery pain as he struck her for a third time.

This time she whimpered. “Thank you, Master.”

“Don’t. You don’t have to say that.”

“But I mean it.”

“Why?”

after this you’re going to fuck me while you choke me and we’re both going to come. Then we’ll do something else, and we’ll come some more and I won’t have to worry about whether I’m

her head back, tears in her eyes, but the trembling that wracked her wasn’t just from pain. Then he was there, his big

because

in. Beth sucked in air—she could still breathe, but she couldn’t ignore or

his cock filled her. He was long and hard, just

her by the neck, he used his other hand to jerk down the bustier until her breasts sprung free. Fingers closed over her aching nipples, plucking the tight

It was nothing more than a whisper, but he

to realize she was fighting him, not physically, but emotionally, so focused

had to do was trust

she did exactly that—letting go of her anger at him, at herself. Releasing her worry and

did. He knew her

want to feel

respond, the pleasure and his hold on her robbing her of breath. Instead, Beth let her body tell him what he needed to know. When he pinched her right nipple hard, twisting the bud to the point of delicious pain, she tipped over that glittering edge, falling into the delicious

into her fluttering

think we were done,

up at Master James. He’d carried her to a mat in the corner, since this room

our checklist.”

you want to

“No.”

legs so I can put a clamp

“Yes, Master.”

* * *

“What are you feeling?”

the fingers dancing along her naked back roused Beth from her

“My ass hurts.”

you a nice spanking, just to see what you

spanking on top of

a hint of steel

she lay on James’s lap,

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