Submission

CHAPTER FOUR-PART 3

With a sigh, she subsided, doing her best to answer his questions honestly. The next several were inconsequential, followed by one that made her freeze.

“Tell me a fantasy.”

Sable bit her lip, unable to reply.

“Sable, what’s one of your fantasies?” He punctuated the question with something stinging against her skin, along with a snapping sound. It didn’t hurt much, but it was startling. When she shook her head, he swatted her again with it, this time a little harder.

“Answer me.”

“I thought you said no pain.”

The stinging tendrils hit her again. “This isn’t pain, Sable. This is motivation.”

“It sure as hell feels like pain.” She winced at the petulant note in her words.

Julian laughed, a warm sound that made her stomach flutter. “You’re a lightweight. This is the smallest flogger in my collection.”

Shuddering, she said, “I don’t want to meet the rest.”

“Answer me then.” He sounded husky. “I won’t judge you. This isn’t for my titillation. I’d just like a glimpse inside your desires.” The flogger touched her skin again, this time in a soft stroking motion that made her nerve ends tingle. “I’ve heard probably everything. More than likely, I’ve done it, whatever it is. Threesome, lesbian, or rape fantasy, perhaps?”

She shook her head. “Nothing that kinky.”

that kinky, Sable, but what do you

I’d love a seduction scene, with all the romantic trappings and

with the flogger again, and the strands tickled her stomach. “What do you want this

“I

thought

satin sheets, and our naked bodies—” She broke off, unable to share

However, I understand your discomfort. You will write out your fantasy

was eager to move on

back from putting the chocolate on

breath, wondering if he would permit the request, or if

placed it on her tongue when she extended it. A second later, the blindfold came off, making her grateful for the dimmer illumination provided by the electric candles as she blinked several times to re-acclimate to

When she reached for her shirt, he intercepted her hand, taking it in one of his larger

why, but didn’t. Was she imagining the trace of desire in his expression? Trying to appear casual, she glanced down and saw evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against his jeans. The sight made her mouth water and heat flare between her thighs, though she wouldn’t have

would you like

about your

two brothers, and my parents are still alive and still together after forty-three years. As far as I know, they’re all vanilla, and I’m

you

bossy one on the playground, but the other kids listened. In my teens, I got a little

without thought of the intimacy of the gesture until the silken

wasn’t. At first. It took a no-nonsense drill instructor to get my attention. He earned my respect, and I straightened out. Sergeant Stark made

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