N is for... (Checklist Book 14) by L DuBois (latest novels to read TXT) 📗

He teased her ass with the ends of the rope, making them dance across her skin before releasing them. He came around and crouched so they were eye to eye. Her hair was falling around her face, but he carefully tucked it behind her ears.

“Remember, I don’t use a slowdown code word. I will, of course, respect your safe word—pickle—but if you need to slow down, or are uncomfortable, say so.”

“You want open and honest communication.” She repeated his earlier words.

He smiled up at her, and she was so entranced with his smile that she didn’t notice his hand move.

But she felt it when he cupped her dangling breast, massaging it gently. Autumn’s eyes fluttered closed on a moan.

“Autumn, I am going to touch you in overtly sexual ways, as part of our scene. I think it’s necessary. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And yes, I’m aware we should have had this discussion before I put you into a submissive position, but you needed to be pulled out of your own head more than you need to negotiate the scene to death.”

“Thank you.” She opened her eyes. “I mean that, Daniel. Thank you, because I did want…need…to get out of my own head.”

“I will wear gloves for any penetration done with my fingers, and for tonight my cock is staying in my pants.”

She opened her mouth to protest. She wanted him to face fuck her. She had been ready, and more than willing, when he put her on her knees a few moments ago.

“No.” He pinched her nipple, hard enough to make her yelp. “That would cross a line, and besides…” He leaned in. “It’s not your decision to make, is it?”

“No, Sir.”

“Good.”

He switched breasts, quickly kneading that one, before pinching the nipple.

Next he carefully removed her piercings. The gentle, precise brush of his fingers as he unscrewed the ball and slid the bar free made her pant. When both were removed, he tucked them into his pocket.

He bent to examine her now fully naked breasts. Not that she hadn’t been naked before, but there was a different kind of intimacy in having her jewelry gone. In knowing that he’d done so because he was going to do things to her breasts and nipples that couldn’t happen with the piercings in place.

He stroked her. “You have lovely breasts.”

Her breath caught again, her eyes meeting his. For a moment Daniel swayed forward, and she thought he’d kiss her, but he stopped short. His sigh was heavy, and when he turned his head away she could see the muscle in his jaw working as he once more fought to control himself.

“I’ll be back in a moment.”

He pushed to his feet and was gone before the last word was fully spoken.

Autumn hung her head to let her neck muscles rest, and though she told herself not to think about it, her mind turned to thoughts of kissing Daniel. It wasn’t that she’d never kissed or been kissed by BDSM partners before, but the kisses were different. A kiss on the forehead or cheek, often done in tandem with a comforting hug in aftercare.

Pop culture BDSM was all about the sexual aspect of the play, but that was rare in public clubs or munches, and even here, where privacy and loose rules meant more overtly sexual play, many people were happy without it. It was how she preferred it.

Until Daniel.

She was changing everything for him. She could lie to herself and say it was part of the game, but it was Daniel. If it had been anyone but him who used that tone on her she would have been irritated, but not so distressed that she had to walk away.

Before her thoughts could spiral, he was back. Daniel’s hand slid over the curve of her ass and down her thigh. Next he shifted the rope tails off her ass.

Clearing the way for the spanking that she knew was coming.

Autumn lifted her head and twisted her neck enough to look back at him. She could only hold it for a moment, but it was enough to see that he was holding a black and neon green flogger.

Her toes curled in nervous anticipation and she shifted her weight from knee to knee, the rope pulled tight by her movement, the pressure of the bondage delicious.

“Count for me,” he commanded.

Thwap. The first strike hit her ass and it was a nice thud of a good, soft-tailed flogger.

“One,” she breathed.

“How many do you think you’ve earned?”

“I’m not trying to be a brat when I say this, but I really don’t think I should answer that.”

“And why not?”

“Because if I guess too low, you’ll punish—”

Thwap.

“Ahh, two.”

“You were saying?” Daniel asked politely.

“If it’s too low you’ll punish me, and if I guess high, you’ll—”

Thwap.

“Three, Sir.”

“Well done. Though I’d like you to finish your sentence.”

Thwap, thwap.

“Four, five.” The heat was building now, and that last one had been hard enough to really register as pain.

“It’s rather distracting to have you keep stopping in the middle of sentences.”

Thwap.

“Six. Ouch.”

“Ouch, what?”

“Ouch, Sir.”

“Well done. Now, please finish what you were trying to say.”

“If I guess a high number, you’ll decide to do that many, instead of whatever you were going to do.” She spoke as fast as she could, the words running together.

Thwap.

“Seven. Sir.”

“Did that one not hurt enough?” He sounded politely curious.

She looked over her shoulder, shot him a wide-eyed look.

He smirked at her, and it was weird and wonderful to have him flip from serious and precise to teasing.

“Never fear,” he assured her. “I can fix that.”

The next two strikes were hard, the tails of the flogger spreading out to cover both ass cheeks, striking already reddened and sensitized skin.

She yelped, her heels kicking up until she almost touched her ass.

“Relax.” Daniel’s voice was back to all business.

He rested the flogger on her back, and then his strong fingers dug into the muscles of her shoulders, forcing them down away from her ears. “Don’t tense up. Stay soft. Accept