“I’ve never experienced anything like this. I never wanted to until him.”
Brielle grips both my hands. “You’ll love being the center of his obsession.” Her voice softens. “You give himyou, and he gives you back all that worship.”
I swallow hard. “I… I never understood the appeal of domination. Not real domination.” I pause. “But now? I want more. I want to be worshipped again.”
Brielle raises a brow. “Of course you do. Seems you’ve found the man made for you. Someone who gives everything and holds nothing back. Maybe you don’t need to see his face or find out his name. Maybe all you need is…this. Even if only for a little while.”
But I don’t want this to be temporary.
A slow burn spreads through my chest. This ache. This need. I don’t care that I don’t know his name. I don’t care that his face is hidden. Whatever this is between us isn’t casual. Not to me.
This isn’t something I can give up. Not now. Not after the way he touched me.
“He said he would tell me his name and show me his face when I earned it. Right now, his appearance doesn’t matter.”
“Yeah?” she tests, eyebrows raised. “He could be a troll, and you’d still be in?”
I meet her gaze. “The filthy things he does to me in the dark are enough.”
She laughs, eyes wide. “Laurette… you’re not just hooked. You’re drowning.”
I let out a sigh that almost cracks into a smile. “Yeah. I… I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I want more of this. More of him.”
Brielle lifts her wineglass with a sly smile. “To wanting him. May the man be powerful enough to handle it.”
I raise mine to meet hers, smirking. “God help him.”
Brielle sets her glass down. “The obsessive ones live for the reaction. Their power comes from watching us fall apart. It’s not just about control. It’s about what that control does to us.”
She taps the table with her nail, punctuating each word.
“Every moan. Every gasp. Every time they make us come fast and hard—they feed on it. It drives them.”
Her words sink in. “So… he wants my pleasure? It’s as important as his own?”
Brielle shakes her head. “No, Laurette. Your pleasure isn’t equal to his. It’s second to nothing. It’s the whole damn point.”
I’m stunned by the weight of her words. “I’ve never known a man like that.”
Brielle leans in, eyes lit with something fierce. “Exactly. These types of men don’t get off on their own pleasure. They fuck for yours. Your body becomes the altar, and every thrust is devotion, obsession, and worship.”
I nod, trying to take it all in. “He didn’t just take my body. He gave something back. Something deep and real. He claimed me, yet he handled me with care. Like I wasn’t just a fuck. Like I was his.”
Brielle gives a slow, approving nod. “They always do. It’s twisted and dark. But in the bedroom, it’s beauty and violence in perfect balance.”
Beauty and violence in perfect balance.What a fitting description.
I trace the rim of my glass. “I’ve never had sex that centered on me.” A slow smile spreads. “I never knew a man could be this way.”
Brielle leans forward. “Once you get a taste, it’s addictive. You hunger for his worship and praise because it validates every inch of you.”
Heat curls low as confidence blooms in my chest. “Yeah… I’d be up for more of that.”
She nods, lifting her glass. “Tell me he stayed. That he didn’t wreck your pussy and then vanish.”
“He held me and whispered things in my ear afterward. Told me I was his. And I was perfect.” I smile, remembering his voice. “He said I got under his skin. That I made him want to smile.”
“You’ve only scratched the surface with him, babe. The next time, tell him exactly what you want. Make him earn it.”
