B is for…
Authors: L. Dubois
Tags: # erotic romance , # BDSM erotic romance , # BDSM , # romance , # alpha male , # doctor , # wealthy
BDSM Checklist, Volume Two
L. Dubois
Published by:
Farm Boy Press,
Los Angeles,
California,
United States of America.
First electronic edition May 2014
Copyright © 2014 L. Dubois, all rights reserved
Cover by Lila Dubois
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)
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ISBN: 978-1-941641-01-9
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BDSM Checklist, Book Two
There’s a new game at LA’s most exclusive BDSM club, and everyone has to play.
Mae never imagined she’d be assigned to the most dangerous letter of alphabet… or paired with the most sinister Dominant in the club. The BDSM Checklist game doesn’t scare Xavier, but he prefers leather and steel, and the submissive he's partnered with thinks silk ribbon is bondage equipment.
Pushed to her limits both physically and emotionally, Mae is shock to discover how much she enjoys Xavier's touch. But in the end it isn't just Mae who will be affected by the unexpected chemistry between two seeming opposites. Xavier will have to decide if he's willing to trust the lovely sub with the truth about himself, as he proves to her that there’s a darkness in her—a darkness that just might match his own.
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Trinity Masters
by Lila Dubois and Mari Carr
Additional Titles by Lila Dubois
Some people craved the sweet pleasure of submission. Some wanted the heady sting of pain. Some had no choice. For some, the darkness inside could only be eased with the dangerous games played here.
Xavier tossed his bag into one of the elegant mahogany lockers in a small dressing room, anticipation making his movements hard and sharp. He needed this. For months he’d been wanting it, lying awake at night dreaming of having a woman bound at his mercy. A week ago it had gone from “want” to “need” when the darkness inside him reached critical levels. He rubbed his bare face, grimacing, then tucked a handful of leather into the front pocket of his black jeans.
He headed for the well-stocked bar in the next room. The Dom’s Lounge, affectionately called the den, was an elegant room with wood paneling, floor to ceiling bookshelves, and robust leather furniture. It had an air of wealth and power, both of which the people who used this room possessed. One wall was all windows, taking in the view of golden hills and palm trees, rather than the verdant English countryside one might expect.
Las Palmas was a sprawling Spanish-style estate north of Los Angeles. Its size and architectural history meant it was mentioned in various guides, but very few people could claim to have ever been inside. Las Palmas was the home of
Las Palmas Oscuras
—a BDSM club for the wealthy, powerful, and kinky denizens of the City of Angels.
“Welcome back, Xavier.”
Glass in hand, Xavier half-turned to see an elegant woman in her fifties rising from one of the leather wing-back chairs. Mistress Faith was one of the overseers of Las Palmas, and a woman he was lucky to call a friend.
“Mistress.” Xavier used the title both as a sign of respect and affection.
When she offered her hand, he took it and bowed stiffly over it. There were lines around her eyes that Xavier hadn’t seen last time he was here, though she looked elegant and powerful in a tailored black skirt suit. Outside the Doms’ section of the estate she wore a porcelain half-mask, both to protect her identity and hide her age. That was something Xavier understood, though at thirty-nine it was not his age he was hiding.
“I didn’t think you’d make it for our meeting.” She patted his arm just above the leather bracers he wore on each wrist.
“Meeting?” Apparently he’d missed something. Not a surprise, given his life outside of here.
Mistress Faith sighed. “I suppose you haven’t read your email?”
“I’ve only been back for—” Xavier started to reach for his phone to check the time, then remembered he didn’t carry it while here. It was a way to separate who he was to the outside world from who he was at Las Palmas. “—less than a day.”
“Then your timing is simply excellent. We have an hour before everyone is expected in the Conclave.”
“You mean the barn?”
“If it has air conditioning, it’s not a barn. If it’s elegant, it’s not a barn.” Faith had helped develop Las Palmas, and had overseen the renovations.
Xavier snorted. “It’s nicer than 99% of the world’s housing, but it has horse stalls. It’s a barn.”
She sniffed. “You weren’t always so obstinate.”
Xavier was tired of small talk. “What’s going on? Is there something wrong?”
“Not at all. Have a seat; I’ll have someone bring us food.”
“I’m fine.” He tossed back his drink and poured another, though this one was simply mineral water. It was time to go find a submissive, one of the women who would gladly accept and submit to his aggressive desires.
“You need to eat.” She motioned to the chairs.
“I need a sub and an empty room. Food can wait.”
“Let’s feed your body, then we’ll feed your soul.” Faith slipped her arm through his. For a moment Xavier resisted, but when Faith tapped his arm he gave in and let her guide him to a chair. He chose his seat, mindful of his positioning and how much of his face she could see.
Xavier set down his drink and tugged the heavy leather mask from his pocket, laying it on the side table. It seemed he wouldn’t be getting to put it on for another few minutes. If anyone else had tried to detain him, he would have shut him or her down. But Faith was one of the few people he respected enough to put aside his needs—as long as it was a short delay.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re bossy?” Xavier forced himself to relax into the chair, though his blood was humming and he was mentally preparing to enter the Las Palmas general rooms, where members mingled and those who were not bonded or owned found partners and negotiated scenes.
“All the time, darling. All the time.”
Mistress Faith used a phone that waited on a desk facing the windows to place an order. When she returned, she picked up a glass of champagne from the side table and raised it in a toast. “To new adventures.”
Xavier swirled the liquid in his glass. “I’m not in the mood for an adventure.”
“No. I suppose you’re not.”
There was a wealth of understanding in her words, and Xavier kept his gaze on the windows, not wanting to see the pity in her eyes.
“I’ll rephrase. We’re going to play a game.”
Xavier took a long drink, now wishing it was more than water, before replying. “You and I are?”
Mistress Faith laughed. “No, regrettably. All the members of
Las Palmas Oscuras
.”
“What game?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
*****
An hour and a half later Xavier stood, shoulder propped against the wall, as the overseers exercised their power.
“When you joined us you completed a sex, kink, and fetish checklist. Some of you have updated it as your tastes evolved; others have only the original on file.” Master Mikael pulled a cloth covering off of a large board. Mounted on it were cards—one for each letter of the alphabet.
The Dom standing beside Xavier snorted in apparent amusement. “This almost reminds me of school.”
“I don’t like naughty pupil scenes,” Xavier replied.
“I wouldn’t expect so.” The words implied a lot of things about Xavier’s tastes. Most of which were probably true.
Xavier knew his reputation within the club, and it was deserved but surprising considering how rarely he was able to play.
“You’re James?” he asked. He recognized the man.
The other Dom nodded, his gaze focused on the three overseers, who were still explaining whatever it was they were up to.
Xavier’s patience was wearing very thin, so he switched his attention to the subs and slaves who were seated or kneeling on the floor in the center of the large space. He saw a few subs he’d played with before, the kind of women who liked their pain tinged with pleasure and who had been to the darkest parts of their own souls. When he got his hands on one of them…
Mistress Faith’s voice snapped his attention back to the overseers.
“Of all the hundreds of delicious sexual things on that list, many of you have only tried a few. We will no longer allow that.”
Xavier frowned, his attention now on Faith, who was scanning the Masters, Dominants, and Owners who stood near the walls or were seated in the lounge-like loft overhead. She raised a brow slightly when her gaze met Xavier’s. “Each of you has been assigned to a letter, and with it every kink and fetish in that part of the alphabet.”
“This… could be interesting.” James’s tone was tinged with surprise. Others in the room were shifting and muttering.
Xavier had to agree. He remembered completing the BDSM Checklist—a list of activities and implements used in BDSM play. Filling out the checklist was a good way to find partners who had the same interests, and a way to negotiate hard limits up front. He’d actually had to do it twice, each time spending hours thinking about the items before deciding what his response would be. He looked at the letter board—he could think of a few things he hadn’t had a chance to try. Hopefully he got a letter that would provide him some novelty, and could snatch up one of the subs he’d noted earlier.
“We’ve also become complacent in our playmates.” Master Leo, the third overseer, raised his voice to be heard over the protests and comments of the Dominant members, who were starting to voice their questions. The subs and slaves were, of course, obediently silent. “Those subs who are bound to a Master will be assigned to their Master’s letter. Those of you who indicated that you are willing to share or be shared may be partnered with someone new. Possibly more than one someone.”
They were assigning the subs? Now the Doms were grumbling in truth. Xavier shrugged mentally. They’d assign him someone who could handle what he’d do to her. They wouldn’t dare do anything else.
Twenty minutes later he found out how horribly wrong he was.
“Master Xavier, you have the letter B.” Mistress Faith handed him an envelope containing the name of his assigned partner and copies of both of their checklists.
Stepping to the side, he ripped it open and pulled out an eight-by-ten glossy photo of his sub.
“Fuck.”
James looked up from his own envelope. “Problem?”
Xavier held up the picture. James looked from it to Xavier and then started to laugh.
