Submission

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.”

chuckled. “None of those are all that kinky, Sable, but what do you

I’d love a seduction

vanilla?” He caressed her with the flogger again, and the strands tickled her stomach. “What do you

“I don’t

must have thought about

and flowers. Purple satin sheets, and our naked bodies—” She broke off, unable

However, I understand your discomfort. You will write out your fantasy in detail and present it to me by tomorrow evening,

through her. It was still embarrassing to tell him, but it would be so much easier to write it out instead of saying it. She was eager to move

from putting the chocolate on her

breath, wondering if he would permit the request, or

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

his skin pressing against her bare arm. When she reached for her shirt, he intercepted her hand, taking it

pressing insistently against his jeans. The sight made her mouth water and heat flare between her thighs, though she

you like to

about your

pretty boring stuff. I have 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 the sole freak of the family.” He smiled to indicate he

you become…like

I was the bossy one on the playground, but the other kids listened. In my teens,

the intimacy of the gesture until the silken strands were between her fingers. “I just can’t picture you

earned my respect, and I straightened out. Sergeant Stark made me responsible for myself and others, teaching me accountability in the process. By the time I was out of the