Submission

“The Dom in me finds you a challenge, Sable. You’re so strong and independent, and I know if you surrender to me, it will be an amazing gift. Some of the best subs I’ve ever played with were extremely independent in their everyday lives.” He traced small circles on her cheek as his hand caressed her side. “The minute I saw you, I knew I wanted to be the one to break you.”

Her eyes widened, and she didn’t know whether the accelerated heart rate came from fear or anticipation—or a combination of both. “That sounds scary.”

“I don’t mean actually break you, pet. I simply mean I want to unleash your surrender. Whether you believe it or not, I’m not much into the sadistic or masochistic side of the lifestyle. The idea of physically breaking someone down doesn’t appeal to me unless I know that’s what he or she wants.” Julian shifted, leaning close enough their lips were almost touching. “I want to find out what you want and give it to you. In return, I get the pleasure of knowing I fulfilled your needs and earned your trust.”

Wow. How did she respond to that? “I’ve never found submission appealing.” She wet her lips with her tongue, conscious of the nearness of his.

hers in

deepened the kiss, though he remained passive, as if evaluating her every movement.

and they were just inches apart. Julian cupped her cheek and pulled her toward him again, kissing her so thoroughly her toes curled as she tried to keep herself grounded. The kiss was passionate and forceful, but managed to make her feel wanted, not fearful. His tongue plundered her mouth, moving with expert precision in mimicry of what his cock would do to her pussy,

“Good night, Sable.”

got to her feet slowly. “Good night.” It was like the words had drained her, and she sagged a little. Turning, she walked toward the door,