I dont think anything like that, she swore to him.
No? Really? he scowled and grabbed her by the hair. You lie, girl.
No, sir. Im driven by a desire to submit. Though the line might have come straight from Danas playbook, there was no trickery in that remark. It was as natural as rain upon her skin, as common as breathing for a submissive female. Of course Dana was right to assign her to this manthough she would never admit that to her. What Haverleigh meant to her was personal and she was definitely here for herself. Screw Danas plans. Carly understood better than ever how much she was hard-wired for submission; how much she relished the terror and fantasy that controlled her now.
And the club gave you that desire?
No. My life does that on its own.
Then youre the r
