"It's BDSM, Elizabeth."
And instead of enjoying their island visits and day cruise, Elizabeth's mind was on what Arduous had said to her before they sailed. Although the scenery was relaxing and she could only see the hues of the sea and the sky that almost kissed looking from the faint distance of the horizon, her mind was floating and was being swayed by the waves.
BDSM.
She had read it somewhere, she had heard of it before. It was from the dark romance book that Brooklyn gave her, the male lead was a dominant which stands the "D". And she wondered whether Arduous would be like that? She had read how the relationship of the characters went.
Was he like that?
Had he been with different women before who knew more than what she knew in the world where he belongs? In the world where pain and pleasure were something they couldn't break apart to satisfy themselves?
