By day, Brooklyn Crenshaw goes to work and does her job. She doesn't make waves, simply follows orders and stays off the radar. Oh, and she might have a crush on WILLIAM K. BAXTER from across the hall. Each time she passes his office—with his polished name plate on the window—her gut clenches with desire at the sight of him. But he never looks up, can't possibly know who she is, and even if he did, her needs would send him running. Because they always ran.
At night, in private, she turns on her laptop so that her Sir can turn her on. Brooklyn’s never seen His face, but she knows His voice and the magic of His words. The arrangement works for her. Mostly.
As the office holiday party approaches, Brooklyn starts receiving Secret Santa gifts which suggest more than casual interest, Sir reveals his fondness for exhibition and voyeurism, and WILLIAM K. BAXTER finally looks up at her, and waves.
Brooklyn begins to question everything. Does she continue to follow the orders of a man who hides behind technology, but is always there, or does she take a chance on the man right in front of her who’s seen her at long last? Then there is the Secret Santa who seems to know what makes Brooklyn tick. So many decisions.
‘Tis the season… to be kinky.
“Is everything okay, Sir?”
“Hm? Oh, yes. Just thinking.”
“Oh?”
“Entertaining personal fantasies is all. It would be an honor to escort you to this shindig.”
Brooklyn sighed. “Sir—”
“I know. I apologize. No more pressure, bunny.” After a pause, he added, “If you were to invite me, though, I’d love seeing you in candy-cane stripes.”
Shaking her head, a soft laugh escaped her. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“On a serious note. Whether you allow me to come, or not, I would like to set you a task for the evening.”
Throughout her body things tightened at his words, the deepening tenor they were being delivered in sending heat across her flesh. “Yes?”
“Hm. Yes, I think candy cane-striped thigh-highs, a daring short dress—in red, please—no bra, and let’s see, thong or commando. Your choice.”
She almost scoffed. That had all sounded pretty damn specific to her, and quite well-thought out. Her gut told her he hadn’t pulled this from his hat on a whim. Or that she didn’t really have a choice, either. His lust-laden voice lifted to her ears before she could form a reply, leaving her quite the mental undertaking.
“Your task is to observe, bunny. Keep your head held high when you enter the party. Don’t shy away from the attention you will get. Unless I’m mistaken, and I rarely am when it comes to the marvels of the human psyche, reactions will vary. There will be those longing to be you, those who wish to have you, and still others will hate you for your confident beauty, but all their heads will turn. Embrace that.”
“Hm? Oh, yes. Just thinking.”
“Oh?”
“Entertaining personal fantasies is all. It would be an honor to escort you to this shindig.”
Brooklyn sighed. “Sir—”
“I know. I apologize. No more pressure, bunny.” After a pause, he added, “If you were to invite me, though, I’d love seeing you in candy-cane stripes.”
Shaking her head, a soft laugh escaped her. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“On a serious note. Whether you allow me to come, or not, I would like to set you a task for the evening.”
Throughout her body things tightened at his words, the deepening tenor they were being delivered in sending heat across her flesh. “Yes?”
“Hm. Yes, I think candy cane-striped thigh-highs, a daring short dress—in red, please—no bra, and let’s see, thong or commando. Your choice.”
She almost scoffed. That had all sounded pretty damn specific to her, and quite well-thought out. Her gut told her he hadn’t pulled this from his hat on a whim. Or that she didn’t really have a choice, either. His lust-laden voice lifted to her ears before she could form a reply, leaving her quite the mental undertaking.
“Your task is to observe, bunny. Keep your head held high when you enter the party. Don’t shy away from the attention you will get. Unless I’m mistaken, and I rarely am when it comes to the marvels of the human psyche, reactions will vary. There will be those longing to be you, those who wish to have you, and still others will hate you for your confident beauty, but all their heads will turn. Embrace that.”
Brooklyn Blues was a fun, titillating Holiday short read,
packed with steam and a lil’ mystery….
Brooklyn Crenshaw is the perfect employee. She’s punctual
and loyal, but finds her life in lacking in the sex department. While searching
online for alternative lifestyles, she connects, under her cleverly conceived
screen name bluebunny with the
intriguing WillUBelong2Me. There is an immediate connection; online sparks fly
and Brooklyn ventures into the BDSM lifestyle. The more contact she has with
her Sir, the more she wishes to please him. WillUBelong2Me realizes this woman
has captured his heart, so he starts slow. He treats her like royalty, but this
is online…sex on the Internet – no personal introduction, while under the
guises of anonymity. It’s mutually beneficial and Brooklyn can’t wait to open
her computer each day to see what Sir has in store for her.
With the Holiday season approaching, and the office Christmas
party soon to take place, everyone in the office is excited. Barbara, the typical
office manager prods Brooklyn to commit to bringing a date, but Brooklyn
procrastinates. She doesn’t have a ‘plus one’ to bring. She’s in a
relationship, but it’s online. She’s
never met her Sir. Does she even wish to? What is Sir like in real life? Sir
has opened her life to new and exciting things. She’s pleasured beyond her
expectations. Every day brings a new challenge. Gifts begin arriving at the
office for her with explicit notes and she wonders just who has sent them.
She’s never met WillUBelong2Me, so it can’t be him. She hasn’t given him any
personal details about her life, where she works or where she lives.
Aside from her online Sir, there is one secret crush she’s
had on an office employee, William K. Baxter, but he would never notice her.
Johnson, another employee seems to fancy her, but all Brooklyn can think about
is her newfound Dom, who brings out her wildest fantasies.
The night of the office party is an eye opener (or black eye)…I’m
not spilling details because that would spoil things.
Suffice it to say that Brooklyn Blues is an original story,
full of kink and suspense. I loved the
characters, and in the end I loved how this story ended. I had my hunches, but the author kept
throwing darts, pointing me in another direction until the end when I had the
AH.HA moment. Very well done, and I
think the screen name of the year HAS to be WillUBelong2Me. Totally fits the
character. So does Brooklyn get to finally met her Sir? Does he show up at the
office Christmas party? All I’m saying is
Merry Kink-Mas!
Hargrave lives on the outskirts of Dallas, TX and is married to her high school sweetheart; together they are raising three children. A native 'mutt,' she has lived in New Hampshire, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Alabama, Texas, and California. She is fond of setting her stories—which range from the sweet to the paranormal, to the erotic and horrific—on location in South Carolina and Texas.
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