She shrugs, a little sheepishly. “I’m toying with it for the first time, so I’m no expert. But still… this sounds familiar.”
“This isn’t that kind of thing.”
Her voice softens. “How do you know?”
“It’s not about rules. Or contracts. Or safewords. This is—” I hesitate.“Better.”
She watches me, one brow arched, waiting.
“His game is different. Carnal. Feral. He wants to strip me bare and crawl inside my head.”
She lets out a low whistle. “Damn, girl.”
“And Brielle, I’m not scared. I should be, but I’m not. I’m—” I shake my head, breath catching. “So damn turned on by all of it.”
Wet. I’m fucking drenched.
It’s not careful. Or safe. Or structured.
“I’m messed up, right?”
Brielle grins. “No more than I am.”
I groan and take a long sip of wine. “He said he’d never harm me, but he’dbreakme. And I’d love it. That I could fight him, if that’s what turns me on. Every fracture would be for my pleasure.”
Brielle arches a brow. “Sounds a little Dom-ish to me.”
“He spelled it out, told me my privacy ends here, and he’ll be watching whether I notice or not.”
I swallow.
“He said that every move I make belongs to him.”
Brielle doesn’t interrupt, so I keep going.
“He said I invited it. The obsession. The worship.” I close my eyes, recalling his words. “He told me never to forget that.”
“You said yes.”
I stare into my wine.
“I did,” I whisper.
Another sip—deep red, smooth, with a bite of dark cherry. Warmth spreads through my chest.
“You’re glowing.” Brielle lifts a brow. “You’re turned on just thinking about it, aren’t you?”
I should be embarrassed to admit it. And I would be with anyone else. But Brielle understands.
My cheeks burn, but I nod. “I’m so turned on, Bri.”
Wet with anticipation. With confusion. And something else—something wild and thrilling.
Brielle’s grin turns wicked. She leans forward, eyes bright. “Welcome to my world, darling.”
I swallow, heat pooling low and thick. “Is it weird that he gets off on it? The chase. Me running. Fighting. Struggling. Hewants to break me down and take control. Make it so I don’t know where fear ends and pleasure begins.”
My breath trembles. The thought alone nearly undoes me.
