Six Signs of Submission (Desire Island 6)

Cooper had informed her he planned to have her strip naked once they were far enough out to ensure privacy. He was going to bind her to the mast—a thrilling thought in its own right—and then subject her to some form of impact play—her choice.

She thought about it obsessively as they worked together to get the boat safely out to sea, sails up. She argued back and forth with herself, unable to decide which toy she’d ask for. The flogger was sensual, but the whip was so edgy and exciting. Then there was the leather strop he’d recently added to his bag of tricks. Even his hand—the best impact toy of all because of the intimacy of skin on skin—was a possibility.

Anything but the cane.

Definitely not the cane.

Two hours later, finally out on the ocean with no one around for miles, Cooper said, “It’s time, Lainey. Present yourself on your knees and make your request.”

Lainey instantly shifted into what she thought of as “sub mode.” A purposeful calm settled over her mind, while her body thrummed with edgy desire. She removed her top and shorts, bra and underwear, and kicked off her rubber-soled boat shoes.

Cooper stood nearby, watching her with an intense expression, his eyelids hooding in that sexy way that sent shivers up her spine.

She lowered herself carefully to her knees in front of him. The flogger. She’d ask for that. It would be a good warm-up, and easy to handle. Or, maybe…

She looked up at her Dom, her decision made.

“Please, Sir,” she asked sweetly. “May I have the cane?”

Her heart was racing. She expected him to laugh—to say he’d known that was what she’d ask for, even though she hadn’t known it herself until the moment she’d said it.

Instead, Cooper looked down at her, lovelight sparkling in his dark eyes. He dropped his hand to her cheek, caressing it gently. “You may, my love.”