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.”

all that kinky, Sable,

he’d do anything. I’d love a seduction scene, with

less vanilla?” He caressed her with the flogger again, and the

“I

must have thought about

flowers. Purple satin sheets, and our naked

your fantasy in detail and present it to me by

but it would be so much easier to write it out instead of saying it. She was eager to move on and answered the rest of his questions without stumbling. Her last reward was another piece of

her mouth as he drew back from

breath, wondering if he would permit the request, or if it was supposed to be

when she extended it. A second later, the blindfold came off,

her shirt, he intercepted her hand, taking it in one

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 admitted to an attraction to him under threat of torture

you

your family

pretty boring stuff. I have two brothers, and my parents are still alive and still together after forty-three years. As

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

his ponytail without thought of the intimacy of the gesture until the silken strands were between her fingers.

a shoulder. “I 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 me responsible for myself and others, teaching

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