He’d done that to her and it woke all the primitive instincts a man in this day and age was supposed to have conquered. Fuck that. The only thing he wanted to conquer was her.

He purred the words, as if his tongue was lazy and had all the time in the world to wrap around each and every syllable. She wondered if his tongue would be so thorough on a woman’s body.

Because any Dom knows that the submissive is the one in control. He might wield the crop or the candle wax or the rope, but she holds the reins. Nothing happens without her consent.