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.
“I know, but I think you will, if you open up to the idea.” He brushed his lips against hers in a butterfly-soft kiss. “Just consider the
idea.” Another kiss. “Think about what you would like, and see if that includes me.”
He brought his mouth against hers in yet another teasing kiss, and she buried her hand in his hair, forcing his mouth against
hers. Sable deepened the kiss, though he remained passive, as if evaluating her every movement. She nipped his lower lip and
stroked the spot with her tongue, but he remained still. Sighing, feeling as though he was testing her, and she had failed, she
leaned back.
Their gazes locked, 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, if she accepted it. Sable was strongly considering the idea when he lifted his head.
“Good night, Sable.”
Feeling dazed, she 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, pausing when he called her name. “Yes?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.
“Don’t forget your homework.”

Yep, he definitely had a way of making her feel like an inept teenager. Cradling her swollen breasts in her hands as she walked
up the stairs, she acknowledged he also made her feel like a wholly sexual creature. They were so different. How could she find
him so desirable and want him so badly? There was no denying the ache in her pussy that begged for him to fill it. Sleep was
going to be elusive with the hormones raging through her. At least she’d have time to write out her fantasy and review his
checklist.