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One night of passion, desire, and being completely dominated, was all it took for Sebastian Matvei to become my newest addiction. He fulfilled my darkest cravings, satisfying me unlike any other man before him. I was hopelessly consumed by him, and I instantly yearned for more of what only he could give me. My newfound attraction to Sebastian seemed perfect, until his past secrets threaten to rip us apart, and when an unexpected tragedy arises, I’m forced to come to grips with a choice I have to make. I can either let him consume my life, making it what I’ve always wanted it to be, or I can give it all up and make a new life for myself. When the worst possible news happens how do you move on? Sebastian can either be my savior or the one that ultimately breaks me.
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Copyright © 2020 by Brie Paisley
All rights reserved. This book is not to be copied, shared, or produced in any way without the written consent of the author. *This excerpt is unedited and is subject to change* Watching them intently, Weston uses a hand to lightly brush across Kendra’s shoulder. I visibly see the intake of her breath, and even in the dim lights, I see her complexion redden, as goosebumps show up after. Weston whispers something in her ear, and Kendra quickly nods. “Use your words, kitten.” Weston commands, and I can’t stop the shiver that runs down my spine. It’s not Weston that makes me feel this way. It’s that commanding voice. The demand. I won’t lie, it’s hard to watch and not partake. However, I’m so curious to find out what’s going on, so I stay where I am, willing my body to behave. “Yes, sir,” Kendra finally utters. She seems breathless, just as I’m becoming. “Good, girl.” Weston praises and takes Kendra by the hand. Are they going to leave me here? Alone? As soon as the thought crosses my mind, Kendra locks gazes with me and completely shocks me when she grabs my hand. “Kendra?” “Kendra would like you to watch tonight. Are you okay with that?” Snapping my gaze to Weston, I consider what he’s actually asking me. It takes me so long to answer, that Kendra turns to Weston and politely asks, “May I speak to her for a moment, sir?” How could a question sound so alluring is beyond me, but Kendra apparently knows what she’s doing. Weston gives her permission, and I dart my eyes to her, as he walks away to give us some privacy. “Trixie, I think you should do this. I know it’ll be … different, but I firmly believe if you see, then you’ll understand what it is you need.” “I’m confused, Kendra. Are you asking me to watch you and your … husband have sex?” I don’t think I can go through with that. Yes, a part of me is jumping to say fuck yes, but this is my friend. There are some lines you shouldn’t cross. Kendra’s eyes soften, as if she already knows what I’m thinking. “I promise this is more for your benefit than mine. Well, I’m going to enjoy this a lot because I’m a submissive, so I crave this. Trust me, Trix. If you feel uncomfortable at all, you can leave. No one will make you stay, if you want to leave.” Looking around the room while I think, I really start to question my morals. Can I do this? More to the point, does Kendra think I’m a … submissive, too? Honestly, I have no idea what that term even means, but maybe she’s right. She was right about bringing me here. Since we arrived, I’ve felt more like myself than I have my entire life. Then there is something deep down telling me to go with it. It’s like a nagging thought you can’t put your finger on, but you know it’s there, giving subtle hints. “Are you sure this is a good idea? I don’t want this to make things weird between us.” “Can you please just take my word for it?” She asks, then places a hand on my bare shoulder. “I wouldn’t have asked, if I thought for one second that you weren’t up for it. Plus, I trust you. I know you need this, just as much as I do.” “What’s the verdict?” Weston asks with a commanding voice, as he reaches us. Kendra looks at me with hope in her eyes, as Weston makes me feel, as if I should look away. And I do, because it feels right to do so. Maybe I should stop thinking with my head, and for once, go with what my instincts are telling me. Sucking in a deep breath, I decide to go with my instincts. “Yes.” |