When we left my apartment, I threw the bag of toys we'd gotten the week before into the trunk of the car, and Oren had grinned at me and mumbled something about the need to punish submissives who weren't properly submissive. When we finally arrived at the hotel, however, he unlocked the trunk and retrieved the suitcase.

He asked, in a contemplative tone, "What shall we use today?" as we walked to his hotel room. I didn't answer because I didn't think the question was about me.

His voice was impatient as he said, "Chloe." There was a question asked of you.

The door to his room opened and he...