Fraternity Alpha Series: Chapter 7, The Alum

“How do you feel about CNC?” asked Xavi.

Outside it was snowing in a half-hearted manner; the ground was too warm for anything to stick. Their body heat accumulated under the blanket Xavi had thrown over them on the couch. So did arousal as they touched each other. Soon they’d move to the bed, where conversation would be difficult.

Amy translated the acronym: consensual non-consent. An exact definition was elusive, but Amy had a pretty good idea of what Xavi meant. The two of them were equals in ways that mattered: power and money. Xavi had more BDSM experience, but Amy was catching up, and life experience counted for something. She was four years older than he was, but he was not immature. They were good at communicating. Amy had never used her safeword, but hadn’t needed it, because she’d become adept at telling him what she did and did not need. He always listened. Consent, between them, was explicit.

“Are you talking about the Alum?” she asked.

“I am. I’m expected to pay tribute next Saturday. He has proposed giving me to the Nurse and taking you for the evening. But only if you have as good an idea of what you’re getting into as you can get without actually knowing what you’re getting into.”

Amy weighed the power in saying yes or no. “If I don’t go?” she asked. “Does she still get her hands on you?”

“You say that like that’s a bad thing.”

“Yes, well, you...