They ate in a silence so thick with unspoken words Zane thought he could reach out and touch it. Dara finished first then sat there with her hands folded in her lap, eyes focused on her feet while he ate the rest of his meal. The extremeness of her subservience made him angrier by the minute. Anyone who lived the real D/s lifestyle knew it was the only relationship built 100 percent on trust. That the power exchange was what made it work. A sub giving that power of domination to him was a true gift.
Zane still recalled the first time a friend had taken him to a private club and given him the opportunity to explore urges and desires he had no idea what to do with. That first night he'd just watched the performances, stunned people were doing these things in front of an audience but totall
