P is for... (Checklist Book 16) by L Dubois

Author:L Dubois [Dubois, L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781941641682
Publisher: Farm Boy Press
Published: 2022-05-23T18:30:00+00:00

The next part of their play would take place in public.

As Benson led her to the spot he’d staked out in the Sub Rosa courtyard, Mal glanced around.

“Public exposure, Sir?”

“Not yet. I will put you on display during this next scene, but it’s not the focus.”

He could see she wanted to ask what the focus would be. Instead, she rolled her shoulders back and lowered her gaze. Quiet, submissive acceptance.

Benson gave the back of her neck a gentle squeeze, and before he processed what he was doing, had pulled her into his body and kissed her hair.

Mal’s surprised gasp served as a wake-up slap.

It wasn’t a problem to be friendly and lightly affectionate with a BDSM partner, but it was an intimacy that should be agreed upon ahead of time.

Normally, his praise and affection was shown in other ways. Hugs or verbal commendations. Those were safer because they didn’t carry the emotional baggage and implications of a kiss.

Kissing Mal, even if it was just a thoughtless little peck, felt natural. Almost muscle memory.

He needed to get his hands off of her and get his fucking head in the game.

The quiet pseudo-alcove he’d chosen had a single chair situated between massive pots of wild desert roses, their woody stems climbing trellises to meet the canopy of vegetation overhead.

Benson sat, feet and knees spread. The comfortable outdoor armchair had wide wood arms and thick cushions for the seat and back. He’d prepped for this, and tucked the supplies out of sight beside the chair. The first thing he grabbed was one of the many floor pillows the club kept tucked away in baskets and trunks.

He placed the thick cushion on the ground between his feet.

Mal knelt, obeying the implied command.

She spread her knees until they brushed his ankles, and as she did, the skirt of her short purple dress opened. Though there was lighting in the courtyards, it wasn’t enough for him to see the details of her pussy.

If he wanted to inspect her again, check her as he had during the brief flogging aftercare, he’d have to take her back to the playroom.

Mal rested her hands on her thighs, palms up. She kept her shoulders back, head raised, but gaze down.

He remembered a time when she’d hated kneeling. A time before they’d gone so deep, neither one had known they were drowning.

Benson sat forward, bracing his elbows on his spread knees. “Next we’re going to tackle severe pain.”

A visible shiver wracked her, and he watched her throat work as she swallowed hard.

“Tell me what you’re thinking. Be honest.”

“I’m wondering…” She took several deep breaths, then started again. “You cropped my clit, Sir. I’m wondering if you think that wasn’t painful enough, or is it that you don’t want to combine items?”

“Both. And let’s be honest, Mal. Having your clit cropped hurt. It was supposed to. Having your pussy whipped probably wasn’t comfortable either. But both are a form of sexual stimulation.”

He waited, wondering if she’d realize what was about to happen.

“And

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