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consequences, and he respects their power. And your words, Mr. Morrison, hold great power.”
    Sawyer’s core temperature rose and he feared that Sarah would be offended by his obvious attraction to her.
    Dylan stood and calmly spoke. “I’ll leave you two to discuss more on your own. At this stage in the game, only conversation is allowed, Morrison, but Sarah knows the rules of engagement.”
    Without saying anything more, Dylan excused himself.
    Sawyer immediately turned his attention back to Sarah. “There are so many questions I had planned on asking today, but now faced with the situation, I find myself at a loss for words.”
    Relaxing into the soft leather, Sarah began talking openly. “Since I’m not sure what you’ve read or been told, I’ll tell you what submission is to me and probably most, if not all submissives. It’s more than sexual experience, Mr. Morrison. It’s a bond so powerful that it contains the very soul of the submissive. A man’s domination and acceptance of the gift of submission is the greatest expression of love I believe there to be.”
    Sudden synapses began to fire in Sawyer’s brain. This woman sitting in front of him knew so much more than him. It seemed everyone around him did. Dylan, Isabel… how could he have not known about this his entire life? With his eyebrows pinched together, he tried to formulate an articulate question to ask, but he still found himself unable to speak.
    Sara leaned back, exhaling with tension. “I’m preaching. I don’t mean to. Tell me what interested you in becoming a Dom.”
    “Dylan and Isabel.”
    “Yes, they’re an interesting couple, aren’t they? I remember Dylan back in his hey-day when he was training submissives. It’s beautiful to see how he’s changed for Isabel.”
    “Yes, they are interesting. I remember him, too. He was quite cocky. Not to say that he still isn’t.”
    “You work with him, right?”
    “Yes. Actually, we’re not just business associates anymore; I keep forgetting that. I worked for him for so long that it’s strange being equal partners now.”
    Sarah’s faint smile broadened. “Congratulations on that. You must be proud of yourself.”
    “Proud? No, I wouldn’t say proud. It was sort of forced on me. I am grateful, though. It means a bigger paycheck. Even though, with more money comes more problems, I’m told.” Suddenly aware of his rambling, he cleared his throat. “I’m bragging when I don’t mean to.”
    “A humble Dom is a respected Dom, Mr. Morrison. And you weren’t at all bragging.”
    ***
    The rest of their conversation was informative and friendly, though Sarah did most of the talking. Sawyer found himself appreciative of everything she had shared and her openness. When he looked at his watch, more than two hours had passed. The time had flown and Sawyer didn’t want their conversation to end. He had enjoyed Sarah’s company. Heading back to the social area, he was greeted by Isabel.
    She was beaming and her toothy smile reached from ear-to-ear. “So how was it? Did you like Sarah? I picked her. Isn’t she a doll? Oh, Sawyer, tell me everything!”
    “Jesus, Isa, l et the man breathe,” Dylan chastised.
    “I picked her. I just want that to be said. I know Dylan will try an d take all the credit on that.”
    “You also picked Sonya, remember?” Dylan huffed.
    “That was just mean,” Isa pouted.
    Sawyer seated himself next to Isabel at the bar. “She was very nice. Thanks, Isabel. You did a good job; even picking Sonya.”
    Dylan rolled his eyes and gulped down his tea. “Yeah, yea h. Let’s get this party started. I’m itching to whip a certain someone,” he tugged on Isabel’s hair.
    “Yes, it will be a whipping good time. See what I did there, Dylan? Whipping good time?” she giggled, mocking his constant lame wordplay jokes.
    Dylan lifted a threatening eyebrow at Isabel. “Are you making fun of me?”
    Isabel immediately remembered her place. “Sorry,