A loud Whack erupts as the leather slaps her thighs. Shudders rip through me as he screams, “You dirty fucking whore!” and he brings the belt across her ass, her strangled cries pierce my soul.
Through her tears she begs, “Stop! Please! You’re hurting me.”
He ignores her requests and hits her again, smack right across her tear streaked face with his open fist. Her body quivers, as he yells once again, “Shut the fuck up!” I anxiously stare as he unzips his fly. Wraps his hands around his dick and shoves it in her face. “Suck my dick you filthy bitch!” She turns her head in disgust intentionally disobeying his request, but he forcefully grips her chin turning her head toward him and shoves his male appendage in her face.
I’m paralyzed with fear, my heart is ponding rapidly against my chest. My hands are uncontrollably shaking and I feel the bile rising in my throat. I have the urge to save my mom, but I can’t will myself to move. I take a chance glancing over at her and she is seated in one of our kitchen chairs with her hands tied behind her back. Her legs are spread wide as he stands between them forcing her to suck his dick. They are unaware of my presence as I cower in the corner of the room. My hands cover my eyes as my body trembles. With each loud noise I peek through my fingers to observe what’s going on. He grunts loudly as he grabs a fist full of her hair and yanks. She screams causing my to body jump, I want so bad to cry, but I fear they will overhear me.
He instructs her to stand up, turn around and kneel on the chair. Her right leg is on the floor steadying her and her left foot is propped up in the chair. She leans over the chair spreading her legs wide open. I witness his hand come up then whip forward to slap her ass. She yelps from the sting and he quickly shoves his dick inside of her. She screams from his forcefulness and I watch the tears stream down her faces as she bawls her eyes out.
He pumps into her, smacking her ass sporadically, she yelps when contact is made. I try so hard to ignore it all, to turn away, but for some reason I can’t take my eyes off of them. I listen as her tears are cut off by cries of pleasure, her whimpers turn into moans, and she becomes breathless.
My eyes flash open and I sit strait up in bed. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest, and I’m covered in sweat. I look around and realize that it’s okay I’m in my apartment. That I was just having another one of my night terror about my childhood. Which consisted of my drunken mother bringing home her abusive johns and low life boyfriends. They would beat the shit out of her, and then fuck her senseless. By the time I turned fifteen, I had witnessed enough sex to fuck like a porn star. The problem being that I started to get off on observing these various men bang my mother. I know it’s disturbing, but I couldn’t control it. Her erotic cries would turn me on and I’d have to service myself to ease the pressure. After a while, that wasn’t enough. I needed something more and I have been chasing after it ever since.
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As the hours fly by, I drive closer to my doom. I begin to notice a weight in my body as if I’m being pulled towards my fate. My throat starts to constrict and it’s becoming hard to breath, I’m struggling for each ragged breath. Sweat beings to appear on my forehead and I have to pull over and loosen my tie. What the hell is wrong with me? My palms are sweating, and my heart races with loud, strong beats. The road in front of me becomes blurry, making it hard to keep my eyes open. What’s…going on with me?
Picking up my cell, I fumble with the phone until I find Doc’s number and click on it. She answers on the second ring. Forcing the words out of me…“Doc, something’s wrong with me. I…didn’t know who else to call. Please help me.”
“Where are you?”
Breathless, I answer, “I’m on the side of the road about four hours into my trip.” It’s becoming very difficult to answer her. I feel like I’m going to pass out.
“What trip? Where are you going?”
I grip my chest, trying to stop the pain. “You told me to look her up.”
“What are you talking about?”
Slightly frustrated at this point I force the words out. “My mother’s friend.”
“Oh. I didn’t mean you had to visit her just yet. Can you try to explain what’s going on?”
I describe my symptoms, and she explains that it’s just a panic attack. That everything is going to be fine. The trip has brought back so many memories. She tells me to close my eyes and find my happy place. So I do as instructed, and I find Anaya’s beautiful face. “Now take some long, slow breaths and tell me what you see.”
“Anaya and her golden brown eyes. Her beautiful chocolate brown hair. That sassy smirk on her face as she gazes helplessly in my eyes.”
“Perfect. What are you feeling now?”
“Good, now how about your other symptoms?”
“I’m starting to cool down and my breathing is returning to normal. My chest is loosening up too.”
“That’s great. You had your first panic attack. It’s probably brought on by the fact that you’re pushing yourself too fast. You needed time to warm up to the idea of going back home. But now that you’ve set yourself on this path, you need to face it. How long until you’re home?”
I shudder at the word home. “I should be there in about six hours or so.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Being that I am from a small town, I have made some long lasting relationships. I have two best friends that I have known for most of my life. We have continued to stick together over the years and we are always there for one another. I couldn’t imagine my life without them.
Animal lover I’m not, but I have a headstrong dog named dozer, that is the absolute best-behaved dog I have ever seen, and a cat that drive me insane, but I love her nonetheless.
I have always aspired to be a neonatal nurse and I continue to work towards that goal. Maybe one day it will come true. However, writing has become my new favorite love.
I never would have dreamed that I would become a writer, but some really great people convinced me otherwise. Eventually I decided to give it a try and what do you know? I just finished writing my fourth book and I couldn’t be happier. I will continue to write in my spare time with hopes of it becoming a full time career at some point in my life. And I look forward to many more years of bring you the best books that I can.
The Sweet Temptation of Whiskey:
“I don’t know why, but I throw caution to the wind when it comes to you. I am insanely attracted to you, and when you’re around, it’s like I have no brain at all. Well, I do, but obviously I’m thinking with the wrong head.”
“That sweet temptation lures me in, but the sting of the way he walked out leaves me feeling burned. Like whiskey. That’s exactly what he is. With that warm, slow burn that stings for hours.”
“That’s the thing about fear. It can make or break you. It will drive you to run from the one you need most.”
“If there is one thing I have learned, it’s that I can exist without her, but I want to live not just exist.”
“Any woman who loves someone is willing to deal with their demons as long as they are in the past.”
“Yes, when I close my eyes, it’s your face I imagine. When I dream, it’s your face, always you.”
“Anaya, the only thing I can come up with is because you are the first woman to ever break through my walls. The first woman that has ever shown me love, the first woman that I have ever loved.”
These books knocked my sandals off – since I live in the tropics and don’t wear socks. Told in first person from the POVs of both leads, The Sweet Temptation of Whiskey is an enthralling, thrilling, and erotic adventure that kept my rapt attention throughout. It is atomically sensual, dramatic, emotive, and highly passionate. Reading these required constant use of the ceiling fan and an ample supply of cool drinks to stay hydrated. I couldn’t put my beloved kindle down for a moment and blindly grabbed for my wine glass and held on… until I realized I was holding on so tightly, there was danger of snapping the stem. Oh my. Charlene M. Martin has mad skills and has craftily devised an intriguing and hypnotic story that sucked me in and held me firm from the prologue to the epilogue. Her characters are complex, intelligent, successful, and deftly flawed. The Sweet Temptation of Whiskey whetted my appetite and couldn’t wait to delve further into Stone’s psyche with Dark Revelations.
Darkest Revelations is an interesting and compelling read that brings us into the therapy sessions Mr. Black began in Book 1. Written from the 2 POVs of Mr. Black and the therapist, we learn that the good Dr. is instantly attracted to her new client and continues to lust after, and increasingly covet him, during and after their sessions. I enjoyed being in her head while she made her personal observations and struggled to remain detached and pertinent. Due to his unusual history and experiences, Mr. Black begins to affect her personally as much as she is helping him professionally. She finds his treatment increasing difficult when he divulges and describes his sexual adventures, a situation that has her complete interest. A quick and entertaining story that furthers delves into Mr. Black’s story and history with his mother, in addition to the therapists present day concerns and issues. Well written and slyly staged to leave us thirsting for Book 3. I am definitely hooked and on the line. Hurry Ms. Martin!