I decided to do Owning Wednesday this week and whoa, nelly. I forgot about the hot, smexy opening scene.
The story begins during a threesome between Wednesday, the submissive, Vincent, her Master, and Daniel, another man he’s sharing her with–a man who eventually becomes a very big part of her life. I’ve always thought the whole sharing thing was super hot, and since Mercy and Owning Wednesday were my first two books, they both have sharing in them. The Mephisto books go a lot deeper into all that but those books were a few years down the line.
Like in the Mephisto books, the sharing in Owning Wednesday has a very emotional edge. This snippet is from the end of their threesome.
[Daniel] pressed and touched all over her, urging her higher, higher. Her pussy throbbed, aching for release. He grabbed her mons and slid a finger between the slick lips of her sex. He started tapping her clit in a steady rhythm. The focused stimulation was too much—he was torturing her. Her pussy flared each time he touched her clit, and his ass-pounding strokes were pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. When she drew up taut like a bowstring, determined not to come without permission again, he leaned close to her, right next to her ear, and whispered, “Go ahead, come.”
Seconds later she came hard and long, but she didn’t make a sound or any outward sign. All the arousal from her center broke wide, drowning her, and her ass clamped down on the hot fullness of his cock. The secrecy of it seemed to intensify her climax. Daniel came after her, pounding against her, and she let out a soft moan under cover of his cry. He fell over her, breathless, and nipped her on the back of her neck, just as she’d nipped his thigh. As if he was telling her, It will be our secret.
Or maybe, Remember me, was what he’d actually meant.
As if she could she ever forget him. Thanks to him she’d lapsed hopelessly from how she’d been trained. She’d felt too much, wanted too much, lusted too much, lost control of herself. She stayed where she was, trying to collect herself. After Daniel pulled away, Vincent yanked her up by her collar.
“Wednesday, thank our guest.”
She murmured quick, breathless thanks to the floor at Daniel’s feet. Then Vincent dragged her to the corner and hooked her cuffs to a bolt in the wall.
If I had to describe Owning Wednesday in one word it would definitely be emotional. If you haven’t read it, check it out!