Page 32 of Interview with a Sadist
He looks at me with awe in his face at first, but then he sinks into something different. He’s still calm and restrained, but I see something else in his eyes now. Excitement.
“Bree, do you know what you’re saying right now?” he asks.
I nod. “Yes.”
“It’s my strong belief that once you step over this threshold, it’s nearly impossible to cross back over. Do you understand that?”
“Yes.”
Nolan nods as if he can’t believe this is real, before asking, “What exactly are you asking me to do right now? Be specific.”
My heart pumps hard and fast, making me lightheaded. My breathing becomes erratic, and I’m gripped by fear. This is it. This is where I let the old me sink into permanent darkness, never to be seen or heard from again. This is where the new me takes over. I swallow hard as I realize how deep this is, and I suddenly feel emotional. It’s the bitter-sweet sadness I feel, like watching a friend slip away but believing they’re going to a better place.
Goodbye, Old Bree. I’ve got it from here.
“I want you to flog me,” I say. My voice sounds foreign, and the power I feel is brand new.
Nolan raises an eyebrow, watching me closely.
“You want me toflog you?” he asks.
I don’t hesitate. I no longer will. “Yes.”
“Here?”
“Yes.”
“Now?”
“Yes.”
He lets my words wash over him, taking a moment to analyze everything, and I wait patiently. When he stands up, I swallow my fear and keep my feet planted. I will not run back to who I was.
Nolan walks over to me, keeping his eyes locked onto mine until he’s only inches away. We make an unspoken agreement with just a look, and I see the moment he accepts that a new Bree has just come to life. He tilts his head downward, cutting his eyes up to me, and that’s when I see it. The Dominant emerges. The sadist steps forward, pushing the professional Nolan aside.
“Okay,” he growls, his voice a low rumble. “It’d be my pleasure.”
Swept Out To Sea
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When he steps closer to me, the old Bree screams from the depths of my stomach that I should step back. I can hear her voice like a faint whisper in the wind, but I ignore her. She’s merely a memory now, and after this moment, she’ll be completely gone.
I don’t step back when Nolan approaches me. I hold my ground and meet his gaze, which has turned dark and hot. I feel an urge to do whatever he says—go where he tells me to go. He’s a black hole—massive and pulling me in, sucking up all of the light I thought I had before I stepped across the threshold of The Black Collar. Once we’re face to face, there is no office. There are no people downstairs at the bar. There is no world outside the five-foot space the two of us occupy. There is only here and now.
“Are you afraid?” he asks, and something about the way he says it tells me he hopes the answer is yes.
“No … not really,” I stammer.Nois too definitive, sonot reallyis more accurate.
“We hardly know each other, Bree,” Nolan says as his eyes begin to drift down the length of my body, starting at my neck and sliding down slowly, inch by inch. “You’re investing a lot of trust in someone you don’t know well—someone who will gladly hurt you if only to see your flawless skin marred by my touch. You’re prey standing before a famished lion, and while it’s true that I would tear you limb from limb, I need you to understand that I would never do it out of rage, anger, or spite. More importantly, I would never do anything without your consent. Ever. It doesn’t matter how much I’ve fantasized about caressing you before slapping you. The fact that I’ve dreamed of bruising and breaking your flesh means nothing. Without your explicit consent, my desires don’t exist. They have no strength. I have no power without your permission. Do you understand that? I need you to comprehend it fully.”
My heart revs at his words, because that was the most terrifying and romantic thing I’ve ever heard. I stare at him in awe for longer than I should, only because I don’t understand how he could be so sweet at the exact moment of being sadistic and brutal. Even crazier is the fact that I’ve never been more turned on in my life. How? Fuckinghowis that possible? How ishepossible?
“You’ve given me permission to flog you,” he goes on, his confidence growing with each completed sentence. “You’ve asked me to show you how to extract pleasure from pain, and how someone can come while being hurt. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. Today, we will not move to the right or left of your specific request, and after we’re finished, you’re free to continue talking to me or not. The decision will be up to you. As for me, I simply appreciate the honor of you allowing me to be the one to destroy you.”
I suck in an astonished breath as Nolan closes the gap between us and places a hand on my hip, squeezing it gently.
“You want me to flog you,” he says. “Why? Do you desire pain?”
