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?”

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

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

the caning, arousal because he’d caned her, anticipation from his naked skin against hers, delicious trepidation from his

throat as he thrust in. Beth sucked in

as his cock filled her. He was long

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

he growled in apparent pleasure and started fucking

and pleasure chief among them. It took her a moment to realize she was fighting him, not physically, but emotionally, so focused on sorting out what she was feeling

was

exactly that—letting go of her anger at him, at herself.

whispered, as if he understood. Maybe he did. He knew her in a way no one

to feel you

couldn’t 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

jackhammering into her

we

her to a mat in the corner, since this room didn’t have

done with our checklist.” Beth

you want

“No.”

I can put a

“Yes, Master.”

* * *

“What are you feeling?”

along her naked

“My ass hurts.”

I might give you a nice

on top

object?” There was a hint of steel

shook Beth as she lay on James’s lap, both of them seated on

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