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  E is for…

  BDSM Checklist, Book Five

  L. Dubois

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  Farm Boy Press,

  Los Angeles,

  California,

  United States of America.

  First electronic edition February 2017

  Copyright © 2017 L. Dubois, all rights reserved

  Edited by Mackenzie Walton

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  ISBN: 978-1-941641-19-4

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  E is for…

  BDSM Checklist Book Five

  A stern, demanding Master.

  Aram Green knows he’s a cliché—the divorce lawyer who doesn’t believe in love—the Dom who uses structure and rules to control his emotions. He has no intention of letting the checklist game—a challenge designed by the overseers of his exclusive BDSM club—change him, or the way he dominates.

  A passionate, wary submissive.

  Charlie is both thrilled and terrified by the crazy checklist game. She came to BDSM because of her love-hate relationship with her body, which makes it hard for her to open herself to new Doms. But when she meets Master Green she’s drawn to the older man, who is both stern and intensely passionate.

  A challenge neither will back down from.

  Determined to push them both, Aram takes her outside the club to complete the more risky items on their checklist, a decision that brings emotion into their play. Determined to keep their relationship confined to the checklist game, Aram pushes Charlie away. When she runs from him, he’ll have to decide if he’s willing to relax his own rules, and fight to keep Charlie even after they’re done with the letter E.

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  B is for…, BDSM Checklist, Book Two

  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 is partnered with a submissive who thinks silk ribbon is bondage equipment.

  Xavier and Mae seem like oil and water, but when they come together the results are explosive. When Mae is pushed to her limits both physically and emotionally it’s up to Xavier to bring her back, and prove to her that there’s a darkness in her—a darkness that just might match his own.

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  Lila Dubois

  Dedication

  For Fedora, who makes sure people eat at restaurants instead of eating the restaurants, Godzilla style.

  Table of Contents

  E is for…

  Title Page

  Synopsis

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  Dedication

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

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  Chapter One

  “Master Green?”

  Aram Green lowered his wineglass to the tabletop. The movement was slow and deliberate. He wanted to savor this moment—the moment before he turned to see the owner of that sweet, feminine voice. The moment before he got a good look at the submissive who would be his to use and play with.

  It was his turn to play the checklist game. To take a submissive and explore every item on the club’s checklist that began with his assigned letter—the letter E.

  When the anticipation had built to what he deemed an appropriate level, he turned in his seat.

  A pretty blonde sub stood at his elbow, her chin lowered submissively. Aram leaned back, taking his time looking her over. She had straight hair pulled back from her face in a simple ponytail. He couldn’t see all of her face because her head was bowed, but her cheeks were round and smooth with youth. She wore pair of hip-hugging panties and a bra. Both were baby blue satin. Over that she wore a zip-front hoodie. The cotton fabric was so thin it was semitransparent. It was unzipped and hung open on either side of her body. Her feet were bare, her nails painted the same baby blue as the panties with the addition of glitter. Her breasts were large, at least D cup, and she was plump, her thighs and waist both rounded and soft.

  “Kneel.”

  The blonde sank to her knees on the cold tile, shivering a little.

  Aram put a finger under her chin and tipped her face up. “Charlotte, I presume?”

  Big blue eyes—of course they were blue—looked up at him. She was young, as he’d suspected, and had on glittery eye shadow. Her lashes were long and dark with mascara. She was young, and looked like a coed in her bra, panties, and hoodie.

  A coed submissive.

  Oh for fuck’s sake.

  Aram drained his wine glass. The overseers had really outdone themselves, using this game to force everyone outside their comfort zone. Pairing hardline Doms with brats, exes together, and now giving Aram a sweet young thing to play with, when his usual partners were sleek, serious, and confirmed adults.

  “Charlie, Master Green. I go by Charlie.”

  Of course she did. Aram wished he still had wine.

  The dining room of Las Palmas Oscuras was nearly empty, most people having retired to their rooms, or headed into the courtyards seeking more entertainment. It was late Saturday night, or early Sunday morning, depending on your perspective. When he’d received his envelope, it had come with a note that his assigned submissive wouldn’t be available until tonight, which had left Aram plenty of time to watch the stirred hornets nest that Las Palmas had become since the announcement of the game.

  “Very well, Charlie. You’re late.”

  “Um, I’m sorry, Sir. But it’s Saturday night.”

  He checked his watch. “It’s two a.m. Sunday morning.”

  “Seriously?”

  Aram grabbed her chin in hard fingers and leaned down, bringing his face close to hers. “Do you want to reconsider that statement, Charlotte?”

  Her eyes were wide, but there was a hint of something in her gaze. Was she going to throw a tantrum? Start crying and run?

  “That depends, Sir.”

  “On what?”

  “On what you’ll do if I don’t reconsider.”

  He cocked his hea
d. She’d surprised him. “And if I said a spanking?”

  “I wouldn’t reconsider.”

  “A cropping?”

  “Hmmm, maybe reconsider.”

  “Nipple torture?”

  “Definitely would not reconsider.”

  “A whipping?”

  “Reconsider and even apologize.” She screwed up her face in mock horror.

  That surprised a laugh out of him. Not good. It would encourage her to talk back and be bratty, but it was late, Aram was tired, and she hadn’t once used an artificially high or pouty voice. From the look of her that’s what Aram had expected, and both those behaviors made his teeth grind.

  “Stand up. It’s late, so we’ll head to our room.” He offered her his hand to help her rise. She bounced to her feet, her breasts jiggling. Aram pushed back his chair and stood. “I assume you’ve eaten.”

  “Yes, Sir. I had something on the plane.”

  “And where were you flying in from?”

  “Paris.”

  Aram highly doubted that, but Las Palmas was a place to shed the real world. If she wanted to pretend that she led a jetsetting life, that was hardly any of his business. She was his for however long it took them to complete their part of the checklist. Even if she were his bonded sub, most people didn’t talk about their life outside of the club. That ruined the escapism.

  Aram started walking, interested to see what she’d do. She fell in step behind him, not directly behind his back, but off to one side so he could still see her in his peripheral vision. It told him that she hadn’t been trained in a heavily D/s style. She hadn’t dropped to her knees to crawl, or waited to be ordered to move. He could deal with that. He found it slightly tedious to tell someone what to do every second of the day, though he was more than capable of doing so.

  They passed through several courtyards. Despite the late hour every courtyard had a scene in progress. There were subs bound amid the roses of the Sub Rosa court, wrapped in chain against metal frames in the Iron Court, and dangling from the pergola cross beams in the Constellation Court.

  He saw Charlie turn to look at each person they passed, her curiosity unabashed.

  Aram’s friend and former client Hadrian had provided some of the dining room entertainment this evening, by ordering his assigned submissive—and ex-wife—to present herself for punishment to other Doms. It had been a riveting scene, probably more so for Aram since he’d served as Hadrian’s attorney during his divorce from Cleo.

  Aram was fully aware of how much of a cliché he’d become—the stone-cold divorce attorney who’d never married, and instead spent his weekend at a BDSM club, engaging with women only through the structured and negotiated confines of BDSM.

  He’d reserved one of the smaller sleeping rooms for the weekend. Unlike the larger playrooms, these were located in the outer wings of the sprawling adobe-style complex that housed Las Palmas. The private club was expensive and exclusive. It was decadent and indulgent in a very Southern California way. Located in the hills of Malibu, Las Palmas catered to serious BDSM players who were wealthy enough to afford the exorbitant admissions and membership costs. There were strict confidentiality contracts, catering by a five-star restaurant, and a spa-like atmosphere.

  “Where are we going, Master Green?”

  “A sleeping room. Since you weren’t arriving until Saturday evening—” He stressed the last two words. “—I didn’t bother to book one of the playrooms. However, I have a room in the Sub Rosa court for next weekend.”

  “Good planning, Sir.” Her words weren’t mocking; she actually sounded a bit relieved. Odd.

  He stopped at the appropriate door, keyed his personal code into the electronic lock, then pushed the door open and gestured her to precede him.

  “Um, is this a trick?”

  “A trick?” Aram raised one brow.

  “If I go in front of you, I get in trouble for topping from the bottom or something?”

  “Have you never had a gentleman hold the door for you?”

  “My dad…”

  Aram winced. Good Lord, she was young. Or he was old.

  “Simply because I intend to make you submit sexually to me and indulge in an otherwise inappropriate and base level of masculine domination is no excuse for poor manners.”

  She giggled. Actually giggled. No throaty laugh or wry smile. She giggled.

  “Thank you for the explanation, Professor Master Green.”

  She bounced into the room. The ass of her panties was cut high to show off the lower swell of her cheeks. He wouldn’t even need to take them off to spank her. Delightful. Her outfit was growing on him. She was growing on him.

  The room was small but elegant, with a king-size four-poster bed. There was a small wardrobe, a large comfortable armchair, a dresser, a straight-back chair, and an ottoman. Aram flicked on the gas in the fireplace, and dimmed the overhead light.

  He took a seat in the armchair, giving it a little twist so it faced the fire. “Hand me the papers from on top of the mantel, then present yourself there.”

  Charlie plucked the folder from the top of the mantel and passed it to him. She carefully positioned herself on the spot he’d indicated, the small rug in front of the fire. She spread her legs slightly wider than shoulder-width and raised her fingers, lacing them together on top of her head.

  Aram crossed his legs and pulled out the copy of her checklist, which had been provided to him when the club overseers announced the game.

  “Let’s review.”

  Charlie sucked in her lower lip to stop herself from smiling.

  This was going to be so good, so fun, so hot and dirty.

  She couldn’t wait.

  Master Aram Green was that sort of classic Dom she rarely played with. Had dark hair and skin, and with that first name she was guessing he had some Middle Eastern ethnicity. He was wearing a white shirt and dove-gray vest and slacks. He was probably trying to look casual—she would bet he normally wore a tie and the jacket that completed that three-piece suit—but he looked awfully fancy to her.

  He was older. Charlie wasn’t good at ages, but she was guessing he was forty-something. He had crow’s feet and his hair was going gray.

  He looked strict and stern. Yummy.

  Charlie loved sex. She especially loved BDSM sex.

  Normally she played with partners who were more about the B and M—bondage, and masochistic subs, and who were themselves an S, sadist. She liked men who were happy to just spend hours fucking and doing kinky shit. She had a bad feeling that Master Green might be more into the D than any of the other letters. Holding some muscle-fatiguing submissive position and getting lectured for hours on end wasn’t her idea of the best time, but it was just until they were done with the checklist, so she could handle it.

  Plus Master Green had an insanely sexy voice. It was deep and rich. He commanded respect with that voice alone. Commands from him would sound delicious, even if they were slightly boring.

  Lately her work meant she wasn’t able to come here as much as she liked. Mistress Faith, one of the overseers, knew about her life outside of here, and had emailed her to let her know about the game. Charlie had rearranged a few things and told Mistress Faith when she could make it. The overseer had communicated her schedule back to her partner. When she’d arrived this evening, having taken a car service directly from the small Malibu airport to the club, Mistress Faith had told her that she could find Master Green in the dining room.

  He turned the pages of the small stapled packet he held. Charlie practically vibrated with anticipation. She couldn’t really remember what was on the checklist, let alone how she’d answered. Every item on the checklist was a specific kink or toy that was part of the BDSM lifestyle. Before joining, everyone had to complete the checklist. Hopefully there were tons of sexy toys under their letter.

  “The first item on the checklist is electrical play.” He looked up.

  Charlie swallowed. “Electrical play? Wait, our letter
is E?” Electrical play sounded more dangerous than sexy.

  “Yes. You weren’t aware?”

  “No, Master Green. The subs weren’t told.”

  That made him smile. “Yes, Charlie, our letter is E and it will prove to be both challenging and fulfilling. Now then, electrical play.”

  No. I said no. Surely I said no?

  He cleared his throat. “As electrical play is legally dubious in the state of California, and we both marked that as ‘no’, I’m striking it from our list.”

  “Good job, us.”

  “Well, yes. That’s one way to put it. The second item under E is enemas for cleansing.”

  Charlie held still. She’d never had an enema administered as part of BDSM play. How had she answered? She hoped it was no. How embarrassing it would be to have a Dom do that to her?

  “You indicated willing to try, and for me it was a yes, so that is something we’ll be doing.”

  “Oh.”

  “You’re disappointed.”

  “No, Master Green. It just sounds…kind of gross.”

  “You only submit for activities you find cute?” There was derision in his voice.

  She straightened. “No, Sir. However, I do expect my Doms to understand the nuances of my feelings toward various activities.”

  That set him back on his heels. Aram blinked in surprise, then smiled. He had very straight, white teeth. “Well, well, Charlie. Interesting reaction, and I happen to agree. Therefore, I’ve noted your feelings, and will take them into consideration before I administer your enema. I may still force you to release the enema in front of me, and that would be my right as your Master.”

  The unapologetic domination in his voice made her tremble. She lowered her eyes. “Yes, Master Green.”

  He made a satisfied noise. “The next item is enemas for retention or punishment. Again, you were willing to try this. Depending on how your first enema goes, I may give you a second one and have you hold it while we engage in other play.”