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

someone to want me so badly that he’d do anything. I’d love a seduction scene, with

a little less vanilla?” He caressed her with the flogger again, and the strands tickled her stomach. “What do you want this man to do

shrugged. “I

have thought about it? What

our naked

understand your discomfort. You will write out your fantasy in detail and present it to me

rush of relief swept 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

as he drew back from putting the chocolate on her

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

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 the

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

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

would you like to

your

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

you become…like

playground, but the other kids listened. In my teens, I got a little wild

ponytail without thought of the intimacy of the gesture until the silken strands were between

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