Conditioned (Brewing Passion Book 3) by Liz Crowe

Author:Liz Crowe [Crowe, Liz]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
Published: 2017-07-10T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

As we lay, piled on top of the now damp and disheveled silk coverlet on the giant bed in the strange, dark, sexy room, I had an epiphany. I’ll admit that I’d done some research into this lifestyle after Evelyn had told me about Trent’s kink. I’ll also admit that most of what I read I didn’t like. It seemed demeaning on too many levels. As if being a woman in a man’s world wasn’t hard enough, why subject yourself willingly to this kind of thing?

I’d even bought a few of the dollar romance novels in the BDSM category online, finding many of them poorly written, and some of them pretty hot. But I still had the feeling that the fantasy of having some guy tie you up and spank you a bit on the throwback side of things.

But you did this anyway, you silly hypocrite.

Yes, because I will freely admit that I was curious to figure out what about it appealed to Trent. He and I had had sex in so many fun ways already, without all this stuff, I had to know why I sensed that he was holding something back from me. Something that my friend Evelyn had even gotten to experience—not that I was jealous.

Okay, I was. Just a little. But she was neck deep with Austin Fitzgerald now, and if rumors around the brewery were to be believed, with a guy named Ross Hoffman as well, somehow.

This Hoffman was an old friend of Austin’s from their brewing institute days. He was, apparently, German, and a serious hottie, in a Viking kind of a way. The three of them had spent some quality time together out in Denver, again if one were to believe the rumors swirling around my new workplace, the weekend that Fitzgerald Brewing had won Midsized Brewery of the Year.

I rolled onto my side, about to say something until I saw that Trent was sound asleep, his arms up over his head, his gorgeous, sculpted chest covered in a light sheen of sweat. I ran my fingertips along his scalp, allowing myself a few minutes to enjoy simply looking at him. His prominent cheekbones, his aquiline nose, his full, oh-so kissable lips.

This man…my mind refused to wrap its woozy self around what we’d done. How he’d made me feel. Cherished, protected, loved and most of all safe. The small pains he’d inflicted on me, giving me time to adjust to each of the new experiences had proven to me that he wasn’t interested in demeaning me. He was interested in my pleasure, pure and simple. And he knew how to bestow it—even if it were in ways I’d never imagined would be pleasurable.

I lay my head on his chest, near his shoulder, listening to his heartbeat—steady and strong. That moment when he’d stared at me with pure anguish in his eyes and admitted that he didn’t understand what was happening to him will be something I never forget. The fun times we’d

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