Page 11 of Flog Me, Sir
He held my stare and didn’t mutter a word of condolence or pity.
“Almost to death once,” I whispered.
“My lifestyle isn’t abuse, Lissa.”
I blinked as tears hazed my vision of his frowning face. “I-I know.”
His brow smoothed. “You do?”
“Not from personal experience,” I said, my voice shaking. “I-I read a lot. Write a lot. I know it’s a mind thing, that a submissive holds the power...”
“But the idea of a D/s relationship scares you.”
I swallowed at the tightness in my throat. “Yes.”
“I could help you with that fear,” he said without a trace of twinkle in his eyes. “Ask me, Lissa, and I’ll open your eyes to the truth of my lifestyle. To what the word cherish means to me.”
