Checklist J, K, L

Chapter 1

Grif propped an elbow on the bar as he studied the piece of paper. Nothing had changed since the last time he’d read the cryptic note. He passed the card to his partner perched on the bar stool beside him. She frowned at it, idly toying with her signature braid as she read the note for what had to be the tenth time.

Grif tipped his glass of scotch so the liquid within caught the light, and shoved his other hand into the pocket of the jeans that were his only attire.

Davina made a frustrated sound and dropped the paper. “I think it means exactly what it says.”

“We’d make terrible detectives.” Grif motioned for the bartender—a rope-dress wearing submissive—to bring him some water. If they were going to play, he’d limit himself to one drink.

“I don’t know. We have that whole frustrated drinking, leaning on a bar thing going.” Davina smiled and gestured at their position at the bar. “Now you say something like ‘The brass is going to have our badges but we’ll get ’em.’”

“I know something I’d like to have.” Grif wiggled his brows comically.

Davina snickered and then leaned back. She was confident and gorgeous—dark hair she always pulled back in a French braid, a classic California golden tan. She wore dark eye makeup, but her lips were bare, almost pale in contrast to her skin. He knew how to make them pink.

She held the edge of the bar so she wouldn’t tumble backwards off the stool as she tipped back. The position showed off her magnificent rack. Grif examined those sweet breasts, which were visible through the black mesh tank top she wore along with a short, tight skirt that only barely covered her ass.

The steel bars through her nipples drew attention to her tits. He knew what her breasts tasted like, knew the piercings would be warm from her body heat when he took her nipples into his mouth.

He also knew what her pussy tasted like. Knew how her ass felt in his hands, how she tensed before an orgasm, or relaxed into a good flogging.

Davina wiggled her shoulders a little, which made her breasts jiggle side to side. Given the slight hitch in her breathing, it undoubtedly stimulated her nipples when they rubbed against her mesh shirt.

Grif grabbed her braid and tugged her towards him. She leaned in greedily, and they kissed with a deep, easy passion. She tasted familiar, and yet a little mysterious.

She was his lover. His partner. And also, in many ways, a stranger.

That’s how they liked it. That’s how they’d arranged their BDSM partnership.

He broke the kiss, nipping her bottom lip before he leaned back. She stayed where she was—tilted forward, mouth slightly open, lower lip glossy and now pink from the kiss. It was unbelievably tempting. There wasn’t a man alive who wouldn’t look at her and want to taste that sweet mouth, or even better, see it wrapped around his cock.

“Minx,” he murmured.

Her lips curled into a smile and she sat back, taking a small sip of the bourbon and soda she’d ordered.

They’d been at the bar for several hours at this point, puzzling over their “challenge” in this strange new game the club overseers had invented. It was only now, nearly three hours after the announcement had been made, that the bar was filling up.

“I think it’s time for me to go to the Den and check to see if they have anything in stock that would work for this.” He tapped their note.

“I’ll come with you.”

Grif shook his head. “No, I think while we do this checklist game you should sub.”

Davina’s eyebrows climbed her forehead. “Exclusively?”

“Yes.”

She looked at him, her pale gray eyes piercing. “Okay…I guess that makes sense.”

it,” he

think I can’t

know you can sub. I’m just not sure you can manage it for

and then

not normally

I can do it,

physicality than on a power exchange. Officially they were both switches, though most of their play leaned towards him being

by yourself.” Davina took a sip, then slurped noisily

way his cock

off the ice cube she was holding

from her. The kiss was cold, the ice almost burning when it pressed against the

then crunched the ice

on the bar. “This might

fun,” he

“True.”

time to play the game and push ourselves.” He picked up the folder they’d been

was the Los Angeles area’s most exclusive BDSM club. Memberships were hard to come by, ridiculously expensive, and included strict secrecy agreements. Getting in meant you were wealthy, probably connected, and an experienced enough BDSM

as a venue for exploring their own sexuality. In order to address the issue, the overseers invented this checklist

partners and a letter. With that partner, they had to complete every item on

more dominant phase. When she’d decided to change it up and try submitting

Grif had been friends who’d had some good sexy banter, and that had morphed easily and naturally into being play partners. Despite her plan to make herself available as a sub, they’d ended up working

bonded as a way to officially recognize how important the relationship

partnership. They planned out scenes together, taking on whatever roles worked best for that particular scene. He’d subbed for her

both very narrow in scope, but also very comfortable

think we need

him pause in the act of

“What do you mean?”

we need the game? Have we gotten

her braid and tugged it gently.

you had me hanging upside down from a

Grif

biting you,” she

grinned. “So no, I don’t think we need the game. That’s probably why we have this letter.” He tapped the folder with the large letter

folder were copies of each of their checklists. He’d eagerly

Nothing.

item on the checklist that

least be “Japanese Rope Bondage”—which he enjoyed and was good at—but that was listed under “S”

contained something else. A note from the overseers. The note they’d been studying for the past few

* * *

you, but we do have a

Jewelry.

Leo, Master Mikel,

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