CHAPTER SIX-PART 5


    A bright smile transformed Debra’s pretty face, making her truly beautiful. “I was fortunate enough to


    have married a man who was myplement. I sometimes wonder if the sub in me was naturally


    drawn to his Dom nature, or if he has cultivated it in response to what he sensed in me.” She shrugged.


    “Either way, we were lucky enough to both want the same thing. Once we got past our hang-ups and


    admitted it, the rest was easy.”


    Sableid down the knife beside the neatly cut pile of onions. “I can’t imagine it being easy. I’m really


    trying, but I keep feeling like I’m failing him. I can’t seem to meet his expectations.”


    Debra patted her arm. “It’s tough, especially when you’re first learning. Plus, it must be daunting to


    have a superstar in the lifestyle as your Dom.”


    Sable nodded. “Yeah, Julian is…daunting.” He was charismatic and authoritative. She would have


    found him a bit intimidating even if they weren’t trying to act out this charade.


    With another stir, Debra turned off the burner. “Everything is ready. Before we rejoin the men, I just


    wanted to say that I’m here if you need an ear. Your job is to trust him and maintain open


    communication, but sometimes, you just need the perspective of another woman and a submissive.”


    Warmth stirred in her chest. “Thanks. That’s very kind of you.”


    “Not at all. If you stay, Dave and I will get quite amission from the house you’ll buy.” Debra winked


    as she busied herselfying out the food with Sable’s assistance.


    Dave and Debra proved to be pleasant diningpanions. He excused himself once during dinner to


    check on their three-year-old son sleeping upstairs. Sable did her best to hide her surprise that they


    had a child and bit back the gauche question of how they bnced their D/s lifestyle with parenting.


    After a moment’s reflection, she supposed it was no different from any other couple’s sex life. They had


    to be discreet.


    She wondered about her conclusion after dinner though, when they retired to the living room. Debra


    took a seat on the floor beside Dave, who sat on the couch. The way she sat suggested it was her


    designated resting pose. How would they exin that to their child in the future? Well, it wasn’t her


    business, and she supposed they would make it work, just like every other parent did when it came to


    challenges.


    “That was delicious,” said Julian.


    Debra smiled. “Thank you. Sir likes to eat well, but hates gourmet restaurants, so he sent me to


    culinary school.”


    Sable sipped her coffee to bite back the urge to ask if Debra enjoyed cooking or had wanted to go to


    culinary school. She didn’t think Dave would have forced his wife to do anything she truly hated, and


    she didn’t want to offend them with overly personal questions.


    Julian cradled the sturdy ceramic mug in one hand while casually squeezing her thigh with the other.


    “I’m lucky that Sable enjoys cooking too and seems very skilled.”


    Sable smiled. “Thank you. I’m just happy you don’t mind washing dishes. I hate dishes.”


    Dave grimaced. “Dishes? Ugh. The kitchen is Debra’s domain, but I do all the yard work.”


    “All?” Debra rolled her eyes. “Who nted all the spring bulbs?”


    Dave patted her head, either in an affectionate or condescending manner. Sable couldn’t decide which


    it was supposed to be. “Who cares about tulips, love?”


    “Curb appeal,” she said with a small smirk. “As a realtor, you should know that.”


    He flexed his other hand in a teasing manner. “Someone is feeling sassy tonight.”


    Debra looked up at him through hershes. “Yes, Sir.”


    A pang of envy surprised Sable. She didn’t necessarily envy the obvious fact there was likely a


    spanking in her new friend’s future. Rather, she envied the closeness the couple obviously shared,


    regardless of their unique predilections. A lump lodged in her throat as she contemted spending her


    life alone, never finding what they had. A peripheral nce at Julian revealed he was looking her way,


    and she smiled slightly while wondering if there could be any future in a rtionship with him.


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    With an internal sigh of disgust, she focused on pushing aside the same thoughts and doubts that kept


    guing her. Instead, she made a determined effort to follow the conversation and participate. It took


    her a moment to catch up with the talk.


    “You shoulde by the club Saturday,” said Dave. “It might be just your scene.”


    Sable quirked a brow. “Is it a dungeon?” It was hard to keep her tone neutral and hide her natural


    reaction of being appalled at the idea of going to such a ce. Knowing she might have to at some


    point in the search for Sabrina didn’t make the thought any easier.


    Dave’s lips quirked, but he didn’t outrightugh. “No, Sable. I’m talking about the country club. Of


    course, there is something for everyone there…” He trailed off, leaving her imagination to fill in the


    nks.


    It rose to the task by summoning some of the scarier images she’d seen in her research, like skin


    yed open and bleeding, piercings in painful ces, and bodies confined to St. Andrew’s crosses. It


    was all she could do not to shiver in reaction. She busied herself sipping her coffee to avoid making


    eye contact until the brief moment of panic had passed. “That sounds like an interesting idea. What do


    you think, Julian?”


    He nodded. “We should definitely investigate.”


    Sable nodded, knowing she was the only one who picked up on his second meaning and subtle


    reminder of their mission. They were here to find her sister, and then she could escape this weird


    world. The question of whether she would want to leave it, or leave Julian anyway, haunted her for the


    rest of the evening.