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of water, and took a sip of
it causing us to break eye contact.
    “Couldn’t you be all that in a vanilla
relationship?”
    He tilted his head and pouted his bottom lip,
pondering the question. “I suppose so,” he suddenly said. “But
humans are all shapes and sizes. We’re not one size fits all. So
why should our sex life be?” He arched an eyebrow. “Have you ever
thought of walking on the wild side, Mrs. Webb? I will gladly be
your guide.”
    My panties instantly damped. “I don’t think
so. A spanking is not my thing.”
    “What is your thing?”
    “Not a beating, that’s for sure.” I shifted
in my chair and frowned.
    “Ninety percent of BDSM is all about sharing
a sexual experience. Yes, there are those who choose to live the
Master-slave lifestyle. To each their own. However, there are
couples out there that live that way only it’s forced, not
consensual. So who are really the freaks?”
    “You are against abuse are you not?”
    “Abuse is a hard subject for me. Someone I
care about was brutally forced. I would never want what I enjoy
ever classified in the same category as that. What I thrive on is
the give and take of each other’s trust. It’s not all riding crops
or leather floggers. Good God, would you ask someone that wants to
try lifting weights to lift a large amount on day one? You build up
to that. It’s all trial and error. And the error can be fun too.
Most importantly, it’s always consensual. I don’t think most
vanilla sexual relationships have the same level of communication,
trust, or honesty that a BDSM relationship has. Why? Because BDSM
relies on it. It’s a given.”
    My mind went blank and luckily a waiter
approached us. It was easy to tell that Sir was regarded as a
celebrity within the walls of the Pier. He explained that The
Dungeon hosted mixers there weekly and a few other gatherings from
time to time. His brother actually owned a few shares in the
company.
    “Will you take a walk with me?” He stood and
held out his hand. I’d hardly touched the food, but a walk along
the waterfront with him was more appealing. I nodded and placed my
hand in his.

Drake Hart
     
     
    I led her out to the edge of the Mississippi
River where The Pier had built a long dock; which spanned the
entire edge of the property. My stomach was still grumbling from
all the food I had left on the table. However, the way she was
working that tongue around her fork at dinner, and the submissive
way she was cutting her eyes up at me, my safest bet was to leave.
All I could imagine doing was tying her to the cross at the dungeon
and showing her how amazing my lifestyle was. Showing is always
better than telling anyway.
    “How did you learn you were a Master?” she
asked and slipped her hand in mine. It felt right. I had never been
one for the romantic gesture. But as a Dom, I learned to give the
sub what she needed. Cherry needed that.
    “It’s not something you learn. It’s something
you are. You would be an amazing sub.”
    "Am I that weak?"
    "A woman that can totally submit to another
is the strongest woman there is." I turned, bringing my face within
a breath of hers and pushed the hair off her face. “Cherry, as a
sub, you would have all the say. It takes an untold amount of
strength to give it freely to her master without question.”
    "How is that?" she whispered, her eyes closed
tightly, and she shivered at my side.
    "Because before you can give yourself fully
to someone, you have to know your worth. You’re very strong. You
just don’t realize it. Who hurt you?"
    She halted, jerking my arm with the force of
her hand. “Why would you ask that?”
    “I’m very good at judging people. I can tell
someone has stolen the part of you that makes you see how precious
and beautiful you really are.”
    She sat down on a nearby bench and looked out
over the waves. “I recently discovered the man I’ve been married to
since I was twenty had been screwing everything with two legs