How could I torturesomeone who couldn't even keep a straight face if I spanked her? Iburied my head under the covers until I felt the urge to sob pass... Icouldn't imagine facing Bambi again that day, much less Isabella, but itwas only mid afternoon. So I did what any manly man would do. I wentover to my dresser, found my flask in the underwear drawer, and drankmyself unconscious. As my brain swam into the whirlpool of black outdrunkenness, I told myself tomorrow would be a better day...TuesdayI. “You want to know if they’ve all been into BDSM?”I nod. “I guess I’m curious if they all subbed for you.”Lauren doesn’t respond right away because the waiter decided that was the perfect moment to come over and bring her card back. Lauren watches him walk away before turning her gaze back on me.“No, not all of them. But I enjoy it more if they do,” she says simply while giving me an intense look.“Was that your dynamic with Olivia?”“Yes, but only with her in control. It gave me some insight into. Thanks for the dance invitation." "Well, it is my pleasure and I love your red hair. You are very cute." It was then that I felt him pull me a little closer to himself. He did it with firmness and confidence. I didn't object. When the tune ended, he continued to hold me for a few seconds. He pulled his head back slightly and looked me in the eyes. "Oh, God," I thought. "Looking at me from this distance, he is bound to notice that I am not the girl he thought I was." If he did, he didn't let on.. I could barely see a thing there, the bushes blocked out all the light from the street and the night was so cloudy and grey that there was no moonlight to show me who my assailant was." My husband shifted his weight so that I was laid back on the bed, his weight slightly over me, one arm under my neck and the other across my body, resting on my chest. His face next to mine, I can feel his breath on my cheek."He held me down, I couldn't move, his body leaned over mine, his hands on my shoulders..