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

considered it a point of pride the first time a man had called her a bitch for being—in his mind—too aggressive. Too successful.

“Smiling? I like that.”

She’d heard footsteps—not the first set to walk along the path behind her—but hadn’t realized it was Daniel until he spoke.

She twisted to look at him, maintaining her kneeling, palms up posture.

Daniel was carrying a massive duffle bag. He eased it gingerly off his shoulder. It was clearly heavy, and when he set it down there was an audible thump.

Autumn glanced from him to the bag and back again. “Do you have…a body in there?”

He straightened, putting his hands on his hips. He’d changed out of his suit pants and undershirt, putting on a pair of Dom leathers and boots, along with a black tank top. He was pulling off the man in black look very, very well.

“A dead body? No. Luckily, necrophilia isn’t one of our assigned N words.”

“Good lord.” She knew she was making a face. “Well I’m pretty sure even if it was, I would have marked that one with a big, fat no.”

He stepped over the bag and took a seat on the bench and carefully maneuvered one heavy boot between her legs. She sucked in air, wondering if he was going to use her very wet pussy to shine his boot.

She was certainly wet enough, and as degrading as it was, she wanted his foot nudging her pussy. Not because she had a degradation kink, but because she was so aroused, she’d take any stimulation. At least, if he was the one doing it. Anyone else…well, that was a different story.

“Now if we’re talking about a live body—”

She had to jerk her attention away from his boot—and fantasies about its possible application to her pussy—to his face, and then to the duffle bag.

“Maybe I had another sub climb in there, and they’re the toy I’m going to use on you.” He leaned down, a smile tugging the corner of his lips and his eyes sparkling with sexy, dominant amusement. “Would you like that? Having another sub laying under you, their tongue teasing your clit each time I ordered them to lick you. I wouldn’t let you come like that, of course.”

She shivered, one of those full body shivers that made her shoulders twitch and her areolas puckered in tight.

“Oh, you like that idea.”

She arched a brow. “What’s not to like, Sir?”

He laughed, grabbed her gently by the neck, and pulled her in so he could lean down and kiss the top of her head.

Oh.

Oh.

When he released her and stood to go open the duffle, Autumn didn’t turn around. That little peck on the head had left her…stupefied.

She’d walked away from him before because he was the kind of man she could fall in love with, and because of that she couldn’t stand for him to see her being submissive.

When he’d kissed her head like that…a quick, spontaneous, affectionate gesture…she’d realized that he wasn’t just the kind of man she might develop romantic feelings for.

She was catching feelings. She was falling for him.

Crap.

Her internal panic distracted her enough that she didn’t notice when he took the heavy half-barrel-shaped piece of equipment out of the bag. She tuned back in only when the buzz of vibration distracted her.

She glanced over and her eyes went wide.

Daniel had brought out a Sybian. The half cylinder covered in black vinyl was just over a foot high and about that wide. He’d set it up in the center of a woven blanket, which he’d spread out beside where she knelt.

As she watched he disappeared, holding a rather incongruous thick orange extension cord, which he was unlooping as he walked.

He returned a few moments later, apparently having found someplace to plug the Sybian in.

While he was gone Autumn had tried to see what else was in the bag, in particular what attachments he’d brought for the Sybian—sometimes called a saddle masturbator or just “a saddle”. At the apex of the curved machine was a small ridge, with a circular opening where a short metal shaft could be attached, though it wasn’t currently screwed in. The various attachments were fitted onto the raised ridge, and, if there was a dildo on the attachment it fit over the metal shaft.

She’d only played with one once. And though it had been here at the club, it hadn’t been as part of a scene. One of the overseers had developed a new type of attachment and had asked for volunteer subs to test it out.

The orgasm had been quick and gasp-inducing, thanks to the o-shaped clit stimulator.

However, that time she’d been in charge of the controller, and chosen how long she wanted to spend in that particular saddle.

This was going to be very different, she was sure.

Daniel took a seat, leaning forward so his elbows were on his knees, his head turned to the side to look at her. He was smiling, and it was the same delicious smile she’d seen at dinner. No sneer or smirk. A real smile.

The tight knot of worry low in her gut loosened.

“Have you ridden one of these before?” He leaned down and picked up the controller, a box slightly larger than a game controller, with a long black wire connecting it to the Sybian.

“Once. But I was in charge of that.” She pointed at the controller box.

“This is mine.” He pressed it possessively to his chest, then smiled. “This is going to be fun.”

“I think so too, Sir.”

He hooked one booted foot in the strap of the duffle bag, pulling it closer. She waited for him to pull out an attachment or overlay, but he didn’t reach into the bag.

His gaze swept down her, and the air around them thickened. Her breath caught, her nipples tingled, and she knew that when he spoke again his words would be a low-toned command.

“Stand up and strip, pet.”

Autumn pushed to her feet, bracing her hands on the ground. Normally she could do it without having to use