Sabrina’s Seduction

By Anna Hague

Desperate to understand my best friend's choice to be a submissive to her Dom husband, I decide to study BDSM for my Master's thesis in Sociology. The very thought of giving up control terrifies me...until my research takes me to a "play party" and I witness Cameron Terry spanking a sub. The striking Dominant's unassuming power mesmerizes me, exciting me in ways I've never known possible while my sheltered and strict upbringing tells me this new desire is immoral. But when at last I plead for what I crave, I struggle on the edge of fear and bliss. Can I change who I've always believed myself to be?

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
• Release date: Jul 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9781509225064

Anna Hague

My career in Sports Journalism spans over 25 years. I currently do freelance sports reporting to allow more time for writing. I published my debut contemporary novel Captured Hearts in November of 2016. I live in central Indiana with my husband, three parrots and a dog.

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Chapter One

Emma

The shock of seeing my absent best friend startled me, but her you’re fucked decree terrified me.

What are you doing here? How did you even know where I was? My words shook with confusion, and my legs threatened to collapse.

Jaynie, are you going to let me in?

She didn’t wait for my response and brushed me aside to reenter my world. My no-response reaction had more to do with the disbelief that my best friend had reappeared than questioning if I would allow her inside the room, or even hearing her use the word fuck. The word fuck tended to be more in my wheelhouse than hers.

I don’t remember how we arrived to the middle of the room. Muscle memory of knowing how to walk I suppose, because I don’t even recall shutting the now closed door.

"Bri, what are you doing here, and what do mean by I’m fucked?"

She struggled to form a ponytail of her copper hair, but I noticed she’d cut her nearly waist-length hair to trail across her shoulders. Sabrina had changed from college-girl chic to professional woman, and an extreme sadness shoved aside all of my other emotions. Bri and I always accompanied each other for an impending major change in hair semblance.

After three attempts, she abandoned the ponytail motion.

Jaynie, can we sit down?

Sure. I motioned her to choose either the sofa or loveseat. She grabbed my hand—forcing me to follow her to the loveseat.

To answer your first question, Jordan cornered me in Koffee’s last week. And by the way, I could put him up on intimidation charges.

She must have noticed my bewilderment. Okay, not really. But the Jessica Forner thing is real.

Jordan emerged from the bedroom, reminding me why my throat hurt. Either I’d swallowed a baseball or the screaming had taken a toll.

Sabrina, what are you talking about? he asked while buttoning his white dress shirt, which doubled as a major aphrodisiac when I watched him dress.

Can we go back to why you’re here? Because bewildered didn’t begin to describe the action darting around in my brain.

I asked her here, Jordan said.

Turning to Sabrina, I still didn’t completely understand her arrival. Jordan asked you? You hate him.

He can be very persuasive, and besides, I was already considering talking with you. Sabrina grabbed me in a smothering but crucial hug. I can’t lose you in my life. It’s very lonely with no one to tell the good stuff to.

So you’re not mad at me anymore? I maneuvered one arm from her embrace in an attempt to catch a breath. Much to my husband’s displeasure, I had mastered holding my breath, but not while someone was squeezing the life out of me.

Maybe a little miffed you didn’t tell me, but I should have at least let you explain.

She released me. I filled my lungs again and moved to number two on the list. I needed to know the extent of my fuckup by spilling my guts to this reporter.

I’m about to cry with the thought that you’re my best friend again. I was miserable without you, but before anything else, I need to know what she might do, and how do you know this?

Jordan sat across from us. I wouldn’t use the word pale, but a deeply concerned expression marred his handsome face.

I don’t know her personally, but her brother’s fiancée works with me, and she hates Jessica.

Again, I swallowed a baseball, which is so much worse than trying to swallow cum.

Sabrina clasped her hands together almost in prayer position.

Could this really be that bad?

"Jessica isn’t even employed right now. She got fired from the DownLo over a month ago."

"But the ad I answered was in DownLo."

"When you contacted her, did you check the number to make sure it was a DownLo number?"

Since staring at the ceiling gave a person so much more clarity, I searched and found the answer directly above my head. Shit.

Nope. God, I’m so stupid.

Jordan was unusually quiet. I think he was mentally calculating how much we’d have to pay to move to Antarctica.

"Yeah. She got fired from there and from her previous job at IndyTake for basically having no ethics. IndyTake is being sued because Jessica made up sources for two different stories, and the sources named are suing because she never contacted them, and her facts were completely wrong. IndyTake is trying to keep the whole incident quiet."

"What about DownLo?" She’d said she worked for DownLo. I had to know why the on-the-fringe local magazine fired her.

She revealed the name of a transgender woman she wrote a story about. She was from another state, and no one here knew. Sabrina hesitated and shook her head. She died of a drug overdose. Her family believes she killed herself because of the reveal before she was ready.

How did I not hear about any of this? I read the paper and watch the news. Surely, I would have remembered this.

Sabrina again tried to make the ponytail without success. "DownLo settled very quietly with the family, and they fired Jessica. Word hadn’t exactly gotten around what happened at IndyTake before DownLo hired her. She hadn’t even been there long. Lani Paul, that’s who told me, said she is such a narcissist, and Jessica wants to be famous at any cost."

And I just handed her the lottery.

Chapter Two

Sabrina

When Jordan popped into my booth at Koffee’s preventing any escape attempt, I wanted to throw my coffee all over his perfect little suit. On the surface, I knew exactly what Jaynie saw in him. Hands down, Jordan Caldera was one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen.

His inside was what I had problems with. How could a man command his wife to such a life? And why would she accept such a demeaning union?

After listening to him talk—all twenty minutes had no mention of him, but rather all he talked about was Emma. My Jaynie. His Angel. He didn’t defend his choice. He didn’t try to convince me my opinion of a BDSM lifestyle was wrong. He defended Angel’s reluctance to share such a monumental secret and how not having me around to talk to had upset her so much.

While I believed he wouldn’t let me leave until I heard him out, I believed he truly loved Jaynie and would do anything to make her happy. He’d asked me to consider talking to her. I said I might, and he told me they would be staying a night at the Crown Indianapolis Suites. He didn’t say why they would be at a hotel, but he gave me a window of time if I decided to talk with her.

When Jordan thanked me, he gave me such a genuinely grateful smile. I realized then maybe I’d misjudged their whole dynamic.

I knew in my heart I couldn’t stay angry with Jaynie forever. I missed her desperately. While I was the quiet serious one working on her Master’s in Sociology, she concentrated on getting the most enjoyment out of life. We were the quintessential odd couple. My mom never liked her because she could drink like a fish and cuss like a sailor—two talents foreign to me. Although lately, I’d been giving the word fuck a try and kind of enjoyed the empowerment when I engaged dirty language.

****

As I made my way to the room number Jordan texted me, I rounded the corner to the Cardinal Suite and stopped as a brick wall of surprise smacked me in the face.

I saw a woman leaving the room, Jordan and Jaynie’s room, and I recognized her immediately.

Jessica Forner.

She was the woman one of my work colleagues and I had recently discussed. Completely without ethics, and she walked out of Jaynie and Jordan’s room.

Sick. Knowing what I knew about her, my heart dropped to my stomach.

After the initial shock of me showing up at her hotel room, Jaynie and I sort of reconciled. I explained what I knew of Jessica, and I watched her panic turn into a river of tears traveling down her cheeks. I turned to Jordan and expected to see a furious man, but instead I watched a formidable man deeply concerned about his wife’s despair.

He meant every word he had said to me at the café, and I couldn’t hold onto any more of my resentment toward him.

Jordan, I’m so sorry. What have I done to you? Jaynie cried harder.

I watched my friend’s soul crumble under the weight of reality. Cupping her cheek in his hand, Jordan knelt before her.

All we can do is hope for the best, Angel. He moved his hand under her chin. Nothing may come of this. We can’t worry about something that may not happen.

I can’t say I knew Jordan well, but when he glanced my way, I witnessed a brief hint of fear cross his features.

Chapter Three

Jessica

Once the elevator opened, I surveyed the hotel lobby and found Derrick sitting in the open lounge with what appeared to be whiskey.

If waiting for me was such a chore, why in the hell did you even come? I swear he must have sent ten texts wanting to know how much longer I’d be.

As if setting his drink on the table next to his chair was a real inconvenience, Derrick matched my glare. Because you asked me to in case things got weird. I don’t know what the hell you think I could do waiting here.

She didn’t want you in the room. I caught a strong whiff of alcohol. How much have you had to drink?

He held his wrist high to see his watch. Let’s see, I’ve been sitting here two hours. I’d say enough that I won’t be driving home. He flashed me a cheesy smile. Did you get what you needed?

For a moment, I relegated being pissed at him to the back burner. This may be exactly what I need to get out of this town.

So those rag mags pay that much?

They pay good money for investigative stuff like this. The thought of making enough money to have what I wanted excited me more than anything ever had. Journalists and their ethics. Fuck that. Those people drove shit cars and lived in shit houses. Not me. People eat this shit up. Mr. and Mrs. Ordinary Couple have an extraordinary, mind-blowing secret. Behind their closed doors sure as hell didn’t contain a four-poster bed with a lacy dust ruffle. No, people like them seemed all perfect, but their bedrooms most likely resembled a porn movie set.

With Internet hits, this story would go viral. Sarah, which I’m sure wasn’t her name, was probably a nice person, but nice people have the best secrets. Even though I didn’t like him drunk, I didn’t say anything when Derrick retrieved the glass and tipped the remaining golden liquid into his mouth. He scared me a little when he drank, but still I smiled at him.

I still have research to do. I need to find out who they really are. I have some leads, but I need to get started. You want to help me?

Derrick winked. Can I read your notes? Maybe there’s something in there we can try.

Maybe, but not when you’re drinking, and you should probably know what you’re doing first. Sounds like there’s not a lot of room for error. I’d hate to die because you’re an idiot.

Love you too, babe.

Chapter Four

Sabrina

Two weeks later, Jessica Forner had not dropped any bombshells on the Indianapolis print scene. Maybe she was waiting. Maybe she had a moral epiphany, or maybe one of the other persons she screwed had dropped a cement block on her head. We could only hope.

I waited in my regular booth at Koffee’s for Jaynie. I’d drunk so much espresso working up my nerve that every single hair on my head seemed to stand on end. How would she respond?

She waved and indicated her coffee order was her priority. Jaynie’s idea of coffee meant a succession of vanilla, hazelnut, chocolate latte with a splash of coffee thrown in.

College for her was little more than advanced high school. She rarely studied into the night and never developed the extreme need for caffeine. I always had my nose stuck in a book, while Jaynie opted for a social life. With trying to finish my Master’s degree, I still had my nose in a book.

Chocolate milk this morning? I teased as she slid into the opposite side of the booth.

She responded with her tongue sticking directly in my face.

I’m not real interested in where your tongue has been.

I brushed my teeth before I came. She flashed me a smirk disguised as a smile. Well, actually before and after. Morning breath and then…well, you know.

You really can’t help yourself, can you?

Even with her smart-ass mouth, she flushed when she spoke, and I’m sure Jordan was the reason. When we were in the hotel room, he calmed every hysterical moment with words I couldn’t hear and he held her in a protective embrace that made me jealous of such a relationship.

I emptied my cup and mustered my courage. I’ve something I want to talk to you about.

She slumped. Every time Jordan makes that statement, I’m never happy at the end of those paragraphs.

All of the espresso made me nauseous, or my nerves were taking over. I don’t know if you’ll be mad, surprised, or okay with it. Deep breath. I’ve decided what I want to do my thesis on…

She sipped her child-brand of coffee and frowned. "And why would your thesis be A. making you nervous and B. need my approval?"

I want to do it on BDSM, I blurted out but not loud enough for anyone else to hear. God knew the way I reacted when she told me. I sure as hell didn’t want to be barred from my favorite café.

Her rapid eye blinking signaled something, but I wasn’t sure what. Jaynie, did you hear me?

Oh, I heard you. She downed the rest of her drink so fast; she had a milk/coffee mustache. I don’t know what to say.

I’m going to need your help. She shouldn’t help me after I’d judged her so harshly. I hoped she would, because without her, I didn’t have the nerve to attempt such a fringe topic.

For research, I assume? Jaynie’s raised eyebrows and cocked head reminded me of the face my mom used to give when I asked her a ridiculous question.

Yeah, research. Will you help me?

Chapter Five

Angel

Though we weren’t in a locked session—we seldom were on Tuesdays—my wrists were bound loosely to the headboard. After dinner, Jordan mentioned dessert, and he didn’t mean banana pudding.

He kissed, licked, and nipped his way down my body until now all I could see was his dark head between my thighs, and I held my breath, bracing for what came next. I couldn’t even begin to count the times he’d gone down on me—probably in the thousands by now—but not once had I maintained any sense of dignity once he started. I swear every nerve ending in my body lived in my pussy.

So before the scream fest began, I decided now was the best