Chapter 33: Changing Topics

Taleela's POV

My heart lurches as soon as Susan's gaze lands on the cuffs laying carelessly inside the last drawer compartment. I blame myself for my carelessness for not putting them in order.

Now, Susan has seen it and is going berserk. I prepare myself for extremely weird questions.

" I am so jealous!" Susan cried. "I wish I had a thing for sadomasochism."

Frowning, I crawl to the open drawer and push it to shut before sliding my feet forward and leaning back against my dresser. "Jealous, why?"

"People who practice BDSM are unique and seem to have gotten to another level of pleasure," Susan explains. "For someone like you who hates being controlled by anyone and loves being controlled, all you need is a partner who you can submit to and dominate at the same time. Crazy fun in my books."

I shake my head like I am the least interested in what she's saying. I don't find it comfortable talking about my sexual fantasies with a lot of people. And no, it's not because of the judgemen