Submission: Guilty Pleasures #3 (BBW Erotic Romance) Read Free

across the table,
her hand on top of mine.
    “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know
that but you really need to rethink that decision.”
    Stacy spent the next twenty
minutes recalling every conversation she had with Jane about Jake. The more she
talked, the harder it became to listen to all that she had to say. Nothing she
said sounded anything like the Jake I knew. I finally held up my hands in
protest, unable to stomach any more.
    “Please...this isn’t...it can’t be
true. Maybe it’s Jane’s version of the truth, but it can’t be right.” My head
hurt. Stacy had described some very dark and intense things, things that made
my heart thud uncomfortably in my chest, made me incredibly uncomfortable. Jake
had said their sessions were intense, but what Stacy had just described seemed
almost surreal.
    I looked down at my pie, pushing
the half-eaten bits around on my plate, my appetite suddenly gone.
    “Well, you can always ask her
yourself, if you want her side of the story.” I looked up, startled.
    “I thought she’d disappeared, that
no one knew where she was?”
    “Yeah, she did, for a time. But
she came back to the club not long ago. You’ve already seen her.”
    “I have?” I was more confused now
than ever.
    “She was at the club the night
Chase brought you there.”
    I shook my head. I hadn’t met
anyone named Jane. And I certainly didn’t think Chase would have introduced me
to her.
    “You watched her in a session.”
Stacy tipped her head, her eyes bright.
    “She was the woman on the St.
Andrew’s cross.”
    ––––––––
    T he woman on the St. Andrews’
cross. The black-haired woman that was being whipped by a man named Martin.
I’d watched her, watched the ecstasy blossom on her face as the whip bit into
her skin, as the man cracked it higher and higher. I’d been so turned on by
watching the scene that I’d practically begged for Chase to take me in the hall
outside the session room. He’d given me exactly what I wanted, taken me
upstairs, to a different room. We’d come together with such force, such incredible
passion, it still took my breath away to think about it.
    Stacy was still watching me. “You
really got it bad for Chase, don’t you?”
    I blinked, trying to keep from
showing any emotion. But I’ve been told, repeatedly, that my thoughts and
feelings are always clearly written across my face. I simply nodded.
    “It’s complicated.”
    Stacy laughed. “Most good things
in life are.” She regarded me for a moment, as if weighing her next words
carefully.
    “He’s changed, you know...Chase has.
Since he met you, I mean.”
    Her statement confused me, caught
me completely off guard. “How so?”
    Stacy leaned forward, resting her
arms on the table. “The weekend he went away, left me in charge of the club...he
was with you?” I nodded. So did Stacy.
    “Before that weekend, Chase
brought a different woman with him nearly every night the club was open. But
since then, he’s brought no one else until you. It really surprised me to see
him change so much...so quickly. I’d been dying to meet the woman who finally
tamed Chase Thomas.”
    The smile on Stacy’s face was
genuine, her voice earnest. “I’ve known Chase a long time. I know a bit about
his past; he’s told me some. I guessed the rest. He’s not as good at keeping
secrets as he thinks he is. At least not with me”
    “I see.”  I replied nodding
although I wasn’t sure exactly what I was agreeing to. Stacy’s words caught me
off guard. The idea of Chase being such a womanizer stung my heart like a swarm
of angry hornets. I suppose I was naive to think that someone as beautifully
broken as Chase wouldn’t catch the attention of other women or that he wouldn’t
perhaps take advantage of the fact that people are naturally drawn to him.
Still, the idea that right up until he met me he had been with so many women
was hard to swallow and I struggled to force the idea down my throat so that I
could