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sexually to another person. She allows herself to be controlled, to be taken sexually to heights
she might not achieve otherwise. It s a very intense experience. Very powerful for both sides,
when the connection is the right one.
 Submission requires absolute trust. To me it s a sacred trust, one that must never be abused.
Sadly, there are assholes in the scene, just like everywhere else. Maybe even more so, because
the whole BDSM thing provides a nice cover for bullies who need to hurt women who are
clueless about the romance of erotic suffering.
 Erotic suffering? That sounds like a contradiction in terms. Despite herself, Elizabeth s
nipples hardened and her mouth felt suddenly dry. She licked her lips, met his eye and looked
quickly down.
 Not at all, he answered, his hand still on hers.  Not in the right context. Pleasure and pain
are subjective terms. They re fluid. What you might not tolerate in one situation, can be highly
erotic, even deeply pleasurable, in another.
 I don t understand, she claimed, though on some level, a level deeper than words, she did.
They locked eyes again and this time she managed to hold his gaze, though she felt herself
falling into those deep, dark eyes.
 I have to kiss you, he murmured, echoing her own secret longing. Oblivious to passersby,
she closed her eyes and leaned toward him, answering without words.
When he finally released her, Elizabeth fell back against the back of the bench, her heart
pounding, her lips tingling, her body on fire. No one had ever kissed her like that. His lips, his
tongue, the passion spilling and melting between them as he held her he hadn t simply kissed
her he had possessed her.
She tried to catch her breath, both frightened by her own strong reaction and deeply aroused.
What was happening to her? It was just a kiss.
But it wasn t only the kiss. His words had ignited feelings deep and fiery inside her,
something that had lain dormant and unacknowledged until now. Though she didn t yet
understand his talk of pleasure and pain intermingling, or the concept of erotic suffering and
romantic submission, every fiber of her being felt alive with expectation and desire.
Cole stood and held out his hand. She took it and he pulled her up and into his arms. After a
moment he released her.  Come back with me to my place.
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her legs were weak and she leaned against him as
they walked. He wrapped a strong, comforting arm around her. She relaxed against him, as if
they had always walked together like this, as if she were right where she belonged, possibly for
the first time in her life.
~*~
Gary pulled out the small silver flask from the desk drawer and unscrewed the top. The
confrontation with Elizabeth had gone even better than he d expected. It was perfect, their
meeting at the office, with him behind his desk at a symbolic advantage. She d been so easy to
manipulate. For all her supposed savvy, she wasn t too swift at thinking on her feet, at least not
this time around.
He d spent a mostly sleepless night, waiting for either her or the idiot who d paid all that
money to take home a zombie, to call and demand an explanation, or worse, for the police to
show up with a warrant for his arrest.
What he d done had been beyond risky he knew that. And yet it had worked. The drugs
did their job making her compliant and docile, then conveniently wiping her mind clean by the
next day. He had half a mind to send the online Mexican pharmacy from which he d obtained the
drugs a testimonial about its excellent side effects.
She was clearly confused by the night s events what little she could remember. Not only
was it his word against hers, she wasn t ever sure what hers were. He laughed aloud with bitter
pleasure, recalling the dark red surge of color in her face as he calmly took her to task for
subjecting him, her poor, beleaguered employee, to her fetishes and perversions. Oh, how good it
had been to put the bitch in her place, reducing her to a stuttering, blushing mess.
She d insisted he knew he was lying and she knew it too, but did she? He wondered just
what had transpired with the guy who took her home. From the sound of things, she probably
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