C is for... (BDSM Checklist #3)

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’m honored that you’re submitting to me.”


James looked up from Beth for a moment, taking in the stunned and admiring gazes of the small audience they’d accumulated. He could tell that at least some of those watching could tell exactly how amazing that had been—a true whole body orgasm from nothing more than nipple play, followed by the even more telling way she was clinging to him as she finished processing what had happened.

Beth was slowly relaxing against him, the tension melting from her as he stroked her. He wondered if she knew that much of that tension wasn’t from the orgasm, but caused by her body reacting to the total lack of control she’d experienced. It was powerful and terrifying to have another person take control to such a degree.

When she’d relaxed enough that he wasn’t worried about moving her, James reached down, scooped her up, and pulled her up onto his lap.

Beth curled against him, burying her face against his neck. He let her take the lead in this aftercare period, only making one small adjustment to her position. He forced her knees open, wanting to keep her aware of her p*ssy

, which was no doubt desperate for attention. He wasn’t going to give her the opportunity to use her closed legs to pleasure herself.

There was one thing he no longer doubted. Beth was submissive, and so submissive that James had to remind himself that she was only his for the weekend, so there was no point in fantasizing about all the ways he could train her to come from his voice alone.





Chapter Six


Master James kneaded the insides of her thighs, easing her legs further open. Beth lifted her head from where she’d tucked it against his bare chest, watching him touch her, his hand so tantalizingly close to her p*ssy

. She was sitting sideways on his lap, heels planted on the seat next to him, one leg leaning against the back of the chair, the other fallen to the side, leaving her open and exposed.

“That was beautiful, Beth.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“How do your nipples feel?”

The tips of her breasts were still throbbing, and she doubted the sensation would fade any time soon. “Sore,” she answered.

His palm covered her right breast, pressing it hard against her ribs. It both soothed and heightened the ache. When he’d repeated the caress with her left breast, his hand returned to her inner thighs, his other arm around her back, cradling her on his lap.

“How does your p*ssy

feel?”

Needy. Beth wasn’t prepared to say that aloud, so instead she said, “Empty.”

Master James patted her p*ssy

twice. “Then you’re not going to like this. Stand up.”

Beth rolled to her feet. His dress shirt was still dangling from one wrist and she shook it free, carefully folding the hopelessly wrinkled shirt and draping it over the arm of the chair. Master James watched her, and Beth got to take in the enticing tableau he presented. His upper body was well muscled, but his arms were particularly buff, which explained how easily he was able to handle her. His skin was a very pale gold, darker on his arms than chest, as if he spent some of his time outdoors in sleeveless shirts. His black slacks were tight over his thighs, which were spread in order to accommodate the obvious bulge of his erection.

Beth couldn’t stop herself from staring at his crotch, wondering what his cock looked like, what it would taste like. His belt gleamed in that muted way that only nice leather did, and the buckle was a flat silver rectangle rather than a more pedestrian prong and frame.

“See something you like?” he asked, his heavy-lidded gaze examining her as she did the same to him.

“Yes, Master James.”

“What do you want?”

“To see your cock.”

“Just see it?”

“No, Master.”

He waited, but Beth didn’t speak. She didn’t want to derail the scene by saying the wrong thing. The sooner they stopped talking the sooner he might do something to her, and despite the latest orgasm, she wanted more.

“Put the pillow away, then come back.”

Naked, Beth took the floor pillow back to the basket. It was full dark now, though the landscape lighting kept everything well illuminated.

When she returned, sans pillow, there was a pile of metal and black leather on Master James’s lap. He motioned for her to stand in front of him. Beth positioned herself legs spread, arms raised, hands behind her neck.

Master James took a moment to look his fill, as if he hadn’t already thoroughly inspected her. When he lifted the thing on his lap, chain rattled.

“Do you know what this is?”

“No, Master James.”

“What if I hold it like this?”

He changed the positioning, until it was all too clear what he held—a chastity belt.

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