Sparrow Obsessed

By Winter Sloane

Jane Sparrow’s work requires perfection. She designs high fashion couture weddings dresses for a living. She’s in control of every aspect of her life every day of the week, save one. On Fridays, she allows herself to let loose and submit herself completely to one man. If Jane’s not careful, it's not only her body Jacob would hold captive, but also her heart.

Jacob Farr expects nothing but blind obedience from Jane. She’s his sub, his property. Jane’s the little sparrow that willingly flew inside his cage. He’s no longer content having Jane to himself once a week. Jane’s become his drug, his unhealthy obsession and Jacob will do anything in his power to make her permanently his.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Jul 31, 2020
• ISBN: 9780369502070

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Copyright© 2020 Winter Sloane

ISBN: 978-0-3695-0207-0

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Audrey Bobak

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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This one’s for you, Ced.

SPARROW OBSESSED

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Chapter One

Jane Sparrow ran her fingers through Jacob’s old baby blanket and suppressed a shudder. The crooked stitches felt rough. The fabric looked more ragged than ever. She’d royally fucked up. Again.

She didn’t do it on purpose. She wanted Jacob to keep her a little longer. She didn’t want him to lose interest. Jane belonged to Jacob once a week and he was special. Millions of women would die to own one of her unique creations. They worshipped her talent with the needle and thread. Jacob was the opposite. He didn’t care about outward appearances. A single searing glance from him and she felt exposed. Undone.

Jane debated undoing all her hard work and presenting the smug bastard with nothing but the dirty fabric. She clutched the hateful object in her hands and expelled a sigh. It was nearly impossible to picture Jacob as a brawling infant. He always reminded her of a marble sculpture, hard and infallible.

She touched the old stains on the ratty object over and over again and imagined it was the firm, tanned lines of his muscled forearm she was petting. He only allowed her the privilege of casual touch once. He made the rules. She existed to obey. That was how their arrangement worked.

I need him, she said to her empty work room.

The rest of the world didn’t believe Jane could do wrong. Each couture wedding gown she produced received raving reviews. Her work demanded perfection. Jacob expected blind obedience. Both her work and Jacob kept her sanity in check.

Jane sagged her shoulders and took the blanket with her. She left her work room and prepared for her night with Jacob.

After she set an alarm on her phone, she filled the bathtub with hot water and wondered if the tub could fit two people. Closing her eyes, she saw herself sitting between Jacob’s legs, his cock resting against the curve of her ass, his teeth on her neck. Jacob would fist her hair then bite down hard. He’d leave his personal brand for the entire world to see before he’d whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

As she felt the moisture between her legs gathering, her heart started to beat dangerously fast, and she wondered if she was having a panic attack.

Dangerous thoughts. Jane would begin to envision him in her bed, in her home. Jacob cooking her breakfast. She laughed. Ridiculous thoughts. Fantasies of a little girl, not a grown, practical woman.

When did she start to want more than what he could give?

She slipped out of her clothes and soaked in the bath. She closed her eyes and let the world slip away for a few minutes. Half an hour later, after her alarm went off, Jane stepped out. She dried herself then opened her enormous wardrobe.

Choices. Choices.

Her closet must look like a wet dream to most women but none of the clothes screamed her. Apart from the dresses she made, Jane did not possess a lick of fashion sense. She paid her assistant Mary generously for that, to make her good look in front of the press. Jane could barely remember the time looking at clothes made her happy.

Tonight, she purposely chose to wear sexy underwear in the hopes of somehow cushioning the blow of Jacob’s disappointment. She picked a simple strapless dress she knew Jacob would like and then dressed slowly, carefully. It sculpted her body, highlighted the swell of her breasts. Something light, airy, and inexpensive, cloth he could easily rip with his big and rough fingers.

In her head, Jane could already hear the whistling sound the tearing cloth would make. Each time he made her strip, or she did so voluntarily for him, Jane felt a little bit humiliated. Exposed, with nothing left to hide. Emptied.

Just