BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Chapter 5

The Dom stepped into the circle of light. His face was shadowed by a fedora. All she could see was the edge of a smooth jaw. In his trim, elegant suit with the hat shading his face he looked like a celebrity hiding from photographers.

The brim of his hat dipped a bit as he looked her over. Anna could only hope what he saw pleased him. She was lightly muscled and toned—she worked hard for this body—but that didn’t mean he’d like it. Maybe he preferred larger breasts, or more curves. Maybe he liked girls with darker skin who wouldn’t bruise as easily.

He circled around behind her and took a fist full of her hair, pulling her head back so she was looking at the ceiling and the pattern of stars represented there.

“What’s our letter?” he whispered.

“A,” she replied. His hold on her hair tightened. “A, Sir,” she repeated, louder this time.

“And what do you think is on our list, sub?”

Anna licked her lips. She had the first letter of the alphabet—lucky her.

“I don’t remember what’s on the list, Sir.”

He released her and walked away. From somewhere in the dark a whip cracked against the floor.

Anna whimpered at the implied threat. “I don’t remember, but I can guess, Sir.”

Silence.

“Anal,” she said. “Anal would be on there.” She shivered. Anna wasn’t an anal virgin by any means, but she didn’t have the same level of experience as many other subs did. She considered it foreplay. Anna

never really felt satisfied unless a session ended with a good, hard pussy-fucking, but she knew there were Doms and subs who would do nothing but anal. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

He returned, holding a dark blue velvet bag in one gloved hand, the crop in the other. Setting the bag down, he got out a pair of scissors. Anna knew what was coming. She spent more on lingerie in a month than some people did on their mortgage payments.

The Dom stroked her naked right breast, then pinched her left nipple through the material of her corset.

He undid the strap over her ribs, and started popping open the front closures of her corset. Anna was surprised—she’d been sure he would cut it off, but instead he opened it down the front and pulled the fabric free from behind her back, tossing it to the side. He ran the tip of the scissors lightly down the center line of her body, then flipped it in his hand and rubbed the curved handle against the mound of her sex.

Anna jerked forward, gasping at the sudden spike of pleasure. She hadn’t been expecting the touch, didn’t have time to think—only react.

He chuckled lightly and she glanced up. The warm chuckle was exactly the kind of response Master Jensen would have had and for a moment her gaze narrowed, examining the Dom, but it wasn’t Master Jensen. He was shorter and broader than this Dom. His legs brushed hers as he refastened the strap across her ribs.

Pulling the leg of her panties away from her hip, he snipped through the fabric with the scissors, then repeated the action on the other side before tucking the scissors back into the velvet bag. Her panties clung to her, stuck to the wet flesh of her pussy. He pressed the fabric into the crevice of her sex with his fingers, then lightly stroked her clit.

“Sir, I’m going to come,” she gasped after only a few moments. She was too wet, too ready—she couldn’t control herself, couldn’t delay the pleasure.

“No.”

He pulled the fabric away, lifting it to his face and inhaling before casting it aside. She was now naked except for her garter and stockings. Lifting the crop, he used the tip to flick each of her nipples, then tap the mound of her sex—both of which were things she loved.

Tingles of pleasure and anticipation rippled through her as he stepped back. She wanted him to do it again, to strike her most sensitive and vulnerable places with the crop. The Dom stripped off his jacket, throwing it aside with none of the care the fine garment deserved. Next went the tie.

The Dom removed the hat, and with a flick of his wrist, sent it spiraling off into the darkness of the Orion room.

Anna gasped.