Submission: Guilty Pleasures #3 (BBW Erotic Romance) by Adriana Hunter

I woke up
before the alarm went off, but remained in bed for a long time, thinking. My
head was a bit clearer than it had been the day before, even if my emotions were
still incredibly tangled and my heart was still aching.
    Two men had told me they loved me:
Jake and Chase. Two men as different as night and day.
    And I loved them both...or at least
I thought that I did.
    What’s that old song, Abby? Love
the one you’re with? That’s me. But when I’m away from them, they both tear
at my heart. Selfishly, I wish I could love both of them, not have to choose.
But that won’t work because neither man is interested in sharing me with the
other. And besides, I can’t continue to carry the guilt that I feel when I am
with one, and away from the other. It’s like my heart is split into two pieces,
unable to be fully given to just one man.
    Jake is dominant to my submissive
and it’s a perfect relationship, at least on the surface. No strings attached,
no romantic involvement, but the freedom to explore all that comes with a
dominant submissive arrangement. Pain versus pleasure. My surrender...his
control. Complicated in its own way, but nothing compared to what happens when
someone steps out of the boundaries of such a relationship. Like Jake.
    Jake; gorgeous, sexy Jake. Tightly
wound and under control Jake. Jake, who has secrets...so many secrets that I feel
I can’t really be sure of exactly who he is.
    Jake... kind, gentle yet
mysteriously dangerous Jake. The first man to tell me that he loved me.
    And then there is Chase.
    Chase owns a BDSM club and I’ll
never forget the first night that I met him, and just how much pleasure he gave
to me. The scene was indescribable. Chase tied me up with rope, intricate knots
that took a long time to construct. I was immobile on a table, arms out to the
side, legs spread wide. And completely naked, the kind of vulnerable naked that
would normally throw me into a whirlwind of panic and anxiety yet with Chase I
felt as though I would be okay, and that my body, regardless of its many
curves, was beautiful...from head to toe.
    Chase had said not all rope play
ends in a sexual encounter, but it was clear from the moment we started just
how the night would end. The sexual chemistry between us lit up the room,
washing away all concern for anything and anyone else. Including Jake.
    Jake said he’d learned something
from our time at the club, from seeing me with Chase. He learned he didn’t want
to— couldn’t —share me with anyone because his feelings were deeper than
he realized. He loved me, and when a man loves a woman the last thing he wants
to do is share that love with someone else.
    I learned something that night as
well. I learned the power of temptation, the power Chase Thomas had over me.
    I don’t remember all of what
happened at the club; toward the end it’s a faded blur of sensations and
memories, contorted and confusing, and then it all goes black. But I remembered
what mattered most.
    Because when Chase called the next
day, asking to see me—no, not asking, exactly...Chase doesn’t ask as much as
expect compliance—I went willingly, anxious to see him again.
     So now I’m caught between
two men, each with a stranglehold on my heart, each charming and charismatic...and
damaged in their own way. And neither is willing to share me with anyone, especially
not with the other.
    And now I need to make a choice. Both
Jake and Chase were finally honest with me about their pasts. Each told me
things that were hard for them to talk about, much less describe in such detail
so that I completely understood.  I know it was terribly hard for them to
reveal these secrets that they had kept hidden for so many years, but they
trusted me...they both knew their secrets were safe with me. And they are. I will
forever guard them with my heart for the pain behind their eyes is something I
never want to see again.
    But I still have questions, of
both men...and of myself. And I need to