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You’re a sub.” Elle shook her head. Her salad was done, now. “I’m just so surprised Todd does that. He seems so uptight.”
    And Sophia, embarrassed at the whole situation, didn’t have the heart to tell her friend the truth.

Chapter 4
    Only once had Sophia ever dared to bring up the subject of domination and submission to her fiancé. It happened the week after he had proposed to her.
    They were sitting down in the living room of Todd’s apartment, having finished off a bottle of wine between the two of them, and Sophia was feeling particularly randy...and particularly brave.
    “God,” he said loudly. “I’d kill for a blowjob.”
    He turned at her and smiled, as if he expected her not to comply, somehow. A failure of communication on her part. Sophia leaned in, wrapping one long leg around his, and slid a dainty hand through his curly brown hair.
    “You don’t have to kill for it,” she whispered in his ear. “You just have to...”
    “Ask for it?”
    She shook her head, feeling so timid.
    The problem with being a sub was that it was so damn hard asking to be dominated. Much of the time, you just wanted the person you were with to know already.
    Bringing up any part of yourself was such a burden for someone to live with. If you did that, they would feel obligated to do what you said...and then you were just giving someone an obligation.
    She knew, somehow, that the people she liked really just wanted to do what she wanted because they liked her. Or in Todd's case, loved her. But...well. If she was wrong about that, if they only wanted to do it because they liked or loved her, and not because they really wanted to do it—that ruined the whole thing.
    But still. Sophia was horny, adventurous. Sliding her leg further up onto Todd's thigh, she continued to nip at his ear playfully.
    “What if you just...y’know...ordered me to do it?”
    “Ordered you?” he asked, surprised.
    “Yeah,” she whispered in his ear. “You could just grab my hair, pull it back, and say, ‘suck it, slut. Suck me like a good girl.’ Or something.”
    He let out a laugh, genuinely amused.
    “Yeah,” he chuckled, turning away. “I’m sure that would go over super well. Come on. Be real.”
    A discouraging response, if ever there was one. Still, Sophia had gone this far. She had to keep trying.
    “What if it did?” she asked breathily. “Wouldn’t that be great for you? If you could just order me around however you wanted, whenever you wanted?”
    “You mean like, what, order you to do dishes and clean and stuff? You do that anyway. You’re great at it.”
    Clearly, from the tone of his voice, he thought he was being magnanimous.
    With a huff, Sophia moved up and walked across the small area of the apartment to the kitchen. Was there any more wine?
    “What’s wrong?” he called after her. “What did I say?”
    “Nothing,” she shook her head. “Nothing.”
    He stood up, then, walking after her. Turning her around, he shut the fridge behind her.
    “Come on,” he said, taking her hand. “Tell me. Please. I want to know.”
    She took a moment to compose herself, so that not every word was framed in shuddering, pathetic sobs.
    “I’m really turned on by the thought of you...of you dominating me. Holding me down. Ordering me around. Like, not for domestic things. Not purely that. Like sexually. You could order me to do anything. Order me to make out with a girl for you, whatever. That’s what I like. I like it a lot.”
    He looked stunned. “Have you ever done anything like that?”
    “No. Not really. I went out with a guy briefly, and we did some stuff. Some hot dom and sub things. But that was it.”
    His instant disgust made her completely obfuscate the truth that also involved Elle.
    He crossed his arms. “Then how do you know you like it, I guess would be my question?” His face lit up, like he had landed on something big. “Maybe you don’t. Maybe it was just that guy.”
    She sighed. He wasn’t