And how badly I need to talk to someone about him and say the words out loud. Because if I don’t, I’ll combust.
A few hours later, I push open the door to Savreaux’s, a cozy, low-lit bistro off Magazine Street. Brielle is already there, leaning back in her chair, nursing a glass of chilled white. She looks up, a sparkle of curiosity in her eyes.
“Hello, darling. Hope you’re in the mood for white today,” she says, gesturing to the wine glass.
“White is perfect.”
“Oh my. You’reglowing.”
My stomach flutters as I slide into the seat across from her. “I’m a lucky woman.”
She arches an eyebrow. “Let me guess. Credit goes to a certain obsessed stalker?”
I lean in, unable to stop the grin. “He came over last night.”
“Ooh, I’ve been waiting for this.” Brielle’s lips twitch. “I assume he didn’t bring beignets and café au lait?”
I laugh a little too loudly, but the secrecy of the corner booth shields me. “Not even close. He brought dick… and plenty of it. Trust me, he blew past every expectation I dared to hope for.”
Brielle laughs. “That sounds deliciously satisfying. I want to hear everything.”
I bite my lip, the memory still clinging to my skin—every moan, gasp, and filthy word that wrecked me from the inside out.
“It was everything and more. He fucked me until he cracked my back like a glow stick and lit me up from the inside. I came twice in record time,” I whisper, bracing myself against the edge of the table. “He went down on me like I was his obsession. Like heneededto savor every drop. I was shaking and moaning. He didn’t stop until I was begging.”
Brielle’s brows shoot up. “That good?”
I nod, my breath catching. “He buried his face in me and when he sucked my clit…” I trail off, stunned by the heat rising in my chest. “Brielle, I saw stars. No one’s ever eaten me that way. No one’s even come close.”
Especially not Jon David. He barely ever went down on me—and when he did, it was half-hearted at best.
But I guess that makes sense, considering what I know now.
She fans herself. “Well damn. Keep talking.”
My voice drops. “He put his thumb in my ass… and Brielle… I’ve never come so hard in my life. No one’s ever done that to me before. I didn’t think I’d be into it. I. Was. Wrong.”
I shake my head, body buzzing all over again. “Damn, it was so good.”
Brielle lowers her glass, leaning in. “Nowthat’swhat I call a proper performance. Not surprised, though. That’s how it goes withthese guys—the Daddies, the Sirs, whatever they want to be called. They love that ass.”
I shrug, my face burning. “He wasn’t just dominating me. He focused on me, onpleasingme. Every word he spoke, every touch—my pleasure was the goal.”
She nods. “That’s what I told you. A man with that headspace lives for it. Your satisfaction is his top priority. It’s his high.”
My heart lurches. I flush, remembering his weight over me. The praise and restraint and ruin. I never realized how much I wanted someone who was consumed with satisfying me.
“It was unexpected. I thought the sex was going to be reckless and dangerous, and that would be the turn-on. The payoff. And it was. But last night was also something more. Sure, he talked filthy to me, but he also worshipped me. It was intoxicating.”
She reaches over and squeezes my hand. “That’s rare, babe. God, that’s rare. Those are good types of control.” She leans in. “Praise kink. A dominant man obsesses over pleasing his woman. They crave the sounds and reactions.”
I nod, my heart pounding. “He called me hisgood girland told me I belonged to him. That he’d never share me. That he’d protect me.”
Brielle sighs, eyes a little glazed. “These men don’t just take—theygive. It’s not a game. It’s worship. And the control? That’s part of it. But so is wrecking you in the exact way you need.”
I rest my chin in my hand, stunned. “He wanted my pleasure more than anything. Not the other way around.” I laugh under my breath, and a strange, euphoric disbelief coils in my chest. “No wonder I came so hard. His hunger pumped through me.”
She tips her head. “See? That’s the entire point. Because he worships you, yousurrender. That submission… it’s electric. And it only gets better as the trust grows.”
