N is for... (Checklist Book 14) by L DuBois (best classic books TXT) 📕

“Well, I’m not afraid. But I’m a masochist.” She raised her brows and gave him a once over—not that she could see much of him, seated on his lap. “Maybe you dish it out, but can’t take it.”

“Ohh, are you calling me a pussy?”

“No, because pussies are tough. I’m calling you a…a scrotum maybe?”

Daniel threw back his head and laughed. The sound vibrated her whole body. When he stopped laughing and looked at her with that amazing smile, she tumbled that last little bit. Falling wholly and fearlessly in love.

“I almost forgot to tell you my idea. How we get around you’re not wanting to tell men you date you’re submissive,” he said.

“Pretty sure that ship sailed.”

“Play along.” With an impressive show of strength he grabbed her waist and lifted her back onto the couch. Then he rose to his feet. As she watched, he rebuttoned his collar, while walking to the big glass wall, which he then used as a mirror to retie his tie.

When he turned back, he was no longer just Daniel, the man who’d sat on her floor and talked to her for hours. Or Daniel the man who’d sat on wet grass to listen to her shameful feelings.

This was the Daniel who’d mercilessly worked her body. Who’d demanded her submission, and rewarded her with pleasure and pain.

He stopped in front of her and cleared his throat. “Autumn, as you know we’ve been dating for several months now, but haven’t slept together.”

She smirked. “A bit of an info dump, but okay, I’ll play along.” She cleared her throat. “Yes, and you’re a wonderful boyfriend, Daniel.”

“And we’re definitely attracted to one another.”

“Oh yes, and we’ve had some good heavy petting make-out sessions.”

He mock-glared at her, which made her lips twitch.

“The reason,” he went on, “that we haven’t slept together, is that there’s something I need to tell you.”

Autumn studied his face, trying to figure out where he was going with this.

“I enjoy…no, need...to engage in a type of sex that you might find alarming.”

She raised her brows as she realized what he was doing. He was flipping the script, as she had.

“Is it butt stuff?” she asked with mock concern.

“Actually, it is. But I’m not just talking about anal sex.” He stalked closer, reached up, and started to undo the tie he’d just knotted. “I’m a sexual dominant. That means I like to be in charge in the bedroom. It means I’d like to tie you up so you’re helpless, and then touch you. Touch every inch of you, however I want.”

He jerked the tie free of his shirt collar. She licked her upper lip.

“And it’s a little more than that. I like all the letters in BDSM, not just the D/s. That means I want to do kinky, taboo things to you.”

“Things like what?” Her nipples were hard inside her bra and her pussy was wet.

Daniel smirked, clearly having noticed her sudden fidgets.

“Like spanking you.”

“Because I was bad?”

“Maybe. Sometimes I’ll spank you just because I want to. I’ll use more than my hand. Maybe I’ll paddle your ass, or use a flogger.”

Autumn clenched her teeth, but that didn’t silence her moan of mingled arousal and need.

“And I’ll spank more than just your very nice ass.” He grabbed one end of the tie in each fist, snapping it taut.

She watched his hands, as if hypnotized, as he began to wind the tie around his palm.

“I’m telling you this, because I’m hoping you’d be interested in trying this with me. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. If you’re not sure what I’m talking about, I can send you links, articles you can read about BDSM, and all its various iterations.”

The length of the tie was wrapped around his left fist. He used his right hand to roll up his left shirt cuff. Damn he had sexy forearms.

“If you don’t want—”

Autumn jumped to her feet, standing on the couch. “Yes.”

“Yes?” he asked.

“Yes, I want to try.” She shook her head. “No more role play, you know I want this.”

“I know, but I wanted to give you a chance to be the one who was asked, rather than having to do the asking.”

“Bring that sexy forearm over here and kiss me.”

Daniel took two big steps, and wrapped his arms around her ass. She hooked her legs around his waist, cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him.

Their first kiss. A kiss between two people who knew each other. Who in less than forty-eight hours had shared more than some couples ever managed.

She kissed him like she trusted him, and she did with both her body and soul.

Kissed him with everything she had. With all the passion and desire and hope she had to offer.

Kissed him as a promise, a pledge, to give him everything. To be his partner, his lover, his submissive.

Kissed him like she loved him, because she did.

Epilogue

“What about O?” Mikel asked.

Leo glanced at the blank checklist on the table considering the items on the list that began with that letter. O included orgasm denial. He looked at Gabriela.

The four of them had created Las Palmas together, and while technically himself, Mikel, and Faith were the overseers, Gabriela, his wife, lover, and bonded submissive, was an equal partner in the ownership of Las Palmas.

Leo looked up. “Mikel, can you look in that drawer and see if there’s a spare butterfly vibrator?”

Leo felt it when Gabriela glanced at him. Mikel’s lips twitched, and he reached back to open one of the many cabinet drawers.

This office was the least elegant room in the club. It was where they kept all the paperwork, sorted mail, and also where they kept overflow stock of the sex toys they bought by the case.

Mikel pulled out a flat package with the picture of a purple butterfly and an artistic silhouette of a woman’s hips.

Leo accepted it, and without looking at Gabriela said, “Strip.”

Without protest, she stood and stripped off the leggings and t-shirt she