Urges: Part Three (The Urges Series Book 3) Read Online Free

food about
the size of your head for only five dollars. And it's so good.
    “ What
job?” I grunt bitterly.
    Her hands fall to
the table, and she gives me a look of complete disbelief and
disappointment. “You quit already?”
    I know this entire
conversation is leading up to an I-told-you-so. I might as well get
it over with. “You were right. Working with Trent was a bad
idea. We messed around, it got to my head, and I couldn't handle it.”
    She picks up her
spoon and dips it into her soup, trying to drown the wonton
fragments. “The whirlwind workplace romance never works out.”
    “ It
was more like a whirlwind seduce and destroy.” My mind flits
back to all the sexual encounters I've had with Trent, each one
bizarre in its own right.
    “ Sounds
kinky.” She smirks at me before taking a bite of her soup.
    “ Oh,
it was kinky beyond my wildest dreams.” My eyes widen for
effect.
    “ Do
tell. When you texted me to let me know you messed around, you didn't
give me any details,” her tone is pure amused curiosity.
    “ Texting
takes too long.” I scrunch up my nose.
    Terry and I rarely
call each other on the weekdays, and if we're not hanging out on the
weekends, she's usually too busy for a chat, either getting her nails
or hair done, or shopping with her mother. Sometimes, I think the two
of them are better friends than her and I are.
    “ So,
tell me all about it. Did he bang you on his desk?” she lets
out a short giggle.
    “ Almost.”
I cock my head to the side, remembering how it felt to have Trent's
face between my legs. Just thinking of how crude we probably looked
sends a blush to my cheeks. And that stupid deer head above his desk
staring down at me. I'll never forget it.
    “ Details.
Details. It's not fun if I have to drag it out of you.” She
frowns at me between bites.
    “ Well.”
I lean forward and whisper so that no one else in the very open
restaurant can hear us. “He ate me out on his desk in his
office.”
    “ Kinky!”
she practically squeals.
    “ And
then we went to his house and he...well, we kinda...”
    “ Fucked?”
Terry bobs her head as if it shouldn't be that difficult of a word
for me to say. I curse like a sailor on the best of days. She should
know that if I'm struggling to say something, it's not because I'm
embarrassed about it.
    “ He
tied me up in his basement.” I stab at my lo mein and twirl my
fork in it.
    Her mouth falls
agape for a moment as she stares across the table at me, though she
quickly recovers. “Kinky. Did you like it?”
    “ Yes
and no. He has this weird pain fetish. He says he only gets off to
doing stuff like that. I think he's a Dom.”
    “ A
Dom?” She pushes her soup aside and starts focusing on the moo
goo gai pan she ordered. I'm a bit shocked that she doesn't know what
a Dom is, with all the focus on BDSM lately in the literary world.
Then again, she doesn't like to read, so I'm not sure why I'm so
surprised.
    “ A
Dom is a person who likes to be in control. In the BDSM lifestyle,
they take on submissives and do scenes with them, which typically
involve sadistic acts to gain pleasure. Submissives are the target of
these sadistic acts, but they like it, because they're into
masochism. So it's kind of like a symbiotic relationship of mutualism
between the two.”
    “ That
was way too
technical for me.” Her eyes flare, unimpressed by my
explanation. “So basically, you're saying he took you down into
his basement, beat you, and had sex with you.”
    “ No
quite.” I shift uncomfortably. Talking about this in public
makes me uneasy. Now I'm kind of wishing we would have eaten at a
restaurant that had booths, so I'd feel like we had at least a
smidgeon of privacy. “He did things to me.”
    “ What
kind of things?” She takes a break from eating to sip the glass
of soda in front of her.
    “ Well,
he spanked me. And he used these nipple clamps on me that hurt like
the dickens. And I think he flogged me at one point.” I scrunch
up