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  Copyright© 2020 Winter Sloane

  ISBN: 978-0-3695-0207-0

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  Editor: Audrey Bobak

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  DEDICATION

  This one’s for you, Ced.

  SPARROW OBSESSED

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  Chapter One

  Jane Sparrow ran her fingers through Jacob’s old baby blanket and suppressed a shudder. The crooked stitches felt rough. The fabric looked more ragged than ever. She’d royally fucked up. Again.

  She didn’t do it on purpose. She wanted Jacob to keep her a little longer. She didn’t want him to lose interest. Jane belonged to Jacob once a week and he was special. Millions of women would die to own one of her unique creations. They worshipped her talent with the needle and thread. Jacob was the opposite. He didn’t care about outward appearances. A single searing glance from him and she felt exposed. Undone.

  Jane debated undoing all her hard work and presenting the smug bastard with nothing but the dirty fabric. She clutched the hateful object in her hands and expelled a sigh. It was nearly impossible to picture Jacob as a brawling infant. He always reminded her of a marble sculpture, hard and infallible.

  She touched the old stains on the ratty object over and over again and imagined it was the firm, tanned lines of his muscled forearm she was petting. He only allowed her the privilege of casual touch once. He made the rules. She existed to obey. That was how their arrangement worked.

  “I need him,” she said to her empty work room.

  The rest of the world didn’t believe Jane could do wrong. Each couture wedding gown she produced received raving reviews. Her work demanded perfection. Jacob expected blind obedience. Both her work and Jacob kept her sanity in check.

  Jane sagged her shoulders and took the blanket with her. She left her work room and prepared for her night with Jacob.

  After she set an alarm on her phone, she filled the bathtub with hot water and wondered if the tub could fit two people. Closing her eyes, she saw herself sitting between Jacob’s legs, his cock resting against the curve of her ass, his teeth on her neck. Jacob would fist her hair then bite down hard. He’d leave his personal brand for the entire world to see before he’d whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

  As she felt the moisture between her legs gathering, her heart started to beat dangerously fast, and she wondered if she was having a panic attack.

  Dangerous thoughts. Jane would begin to envision him in her bed, in her home. Jacob cooking her breakfast. She laughed. Ridiculous thoughts. Fantasies of a little girl, not a grown, practical woman.

  When did she start to want more than what he could give?

  She slipped out of her clothes and soaked in the bath. She closed her eyes and let the world slip away for a few minutes. Half an hour later, after her alarm went off, Jane stepped out. She dried herself then opened her enormous wardrobe.

  Choices. Choices.

  Her closet must look like a wet dream to most women but none of the clothes screamed her. Apart from the dresses she made, Jane did not possess a lick of fashion sense. She paid her assistant Mary generously for that, to make her good look in front of the press. Jane could barely remember the time looking at clothes made her happy.

  Tonight, she purposely chose to wear sexy underwear in the hopes of somehow cushioning the blow of Jacob’s disappointment. She picked a simple strapless dress she knew Jacob would like and then dressed slowly, carefully. It sculpted her body, highlighted the swell of her breasts. Something light, airy, and inexpensive, cloth he could easily rip with his big and rough fingers.

  In her head, Jane could already hear the whistling sound the tearing cloth would make. Each time he made her strip, or she did so voluntarily for him, Jane felt a little bit humiliated. Exposed, with nothing left to hide. Emptied.

  Just like that, her pulse spiked.

  That was the effect Jacob had on her. Even if he wasn’t in close proximity, she’d dream of him. How he made her body react. How he rendered her speechless. Jacob was a magician. He always came up with a thousand different ways to own her and she couldn’t get enough.

  Jane applied minimal makeup—a dash of black eyeliner and a light smear of lipstick called Blood Red over her lips. She studied her reflection and saw her mother. She always loathed her mother for being weak, for constantly bending over backward for the prick who’d knocked her up.

  Jane always prided herself on being a strong woman. Self-sufficient. Confident. Someone who didn’t take shit from anyone. That was the image she worked hard to build. Jane’s entire life sometimes felt like a fabrication. Reputation meant nothing to Jacob. He was a refreshing change.

  She no longer looked like a world-renown wedding gown designer. She looked like a woman working a street corner. Jane was both thrilled and appalled at herself for a job well done.

  “Jacob’s not my father and I’m not my mother.” Talking to herself never did help.

  Doubts crept inside, like they always did before they began their session. She met Jacob a year ago, at the local BDSM club Black Feather. Jane had only wanted to check the local scene out and took pains to hide her real identity. Then Jacob found her. He unmasked her after a single night, tore down all the walls she put up with effortless, predatory grace. He didn’t care who she was. To him, she was just another nameless, eager sub eager to please, looking for relief.

  Jacob became her newfound drug, her addiction.

  She started to mark the days they’d meet on her calendar. Dangerous man. Jane didn’t wait on men. She pulled the strings in her past relationships. Maybe that was why none of them lasted more than a month.

  Eventually, Jacob would find a shiny new toy, someone younger, less fucked-up than her. Then he’d discard her. What then? Jane would crumble. Fall apart. She didn’t think she’d ever be the same again. Yet, she kept seeing him. Taunting him. Failing him.

  She left the bathroom and picked up her purse. Nothing in there but her wallet, her keys, and her cell phone. She put on the fur coat Jacob had given her last Christmas and tucked the baby blanket in one of her pockets. Then she left for Jacob’s apartment.

  ****

  Jane’s hands started to shake. Same thing every week. She felt like she was at war with herself each time she stood in front of his door. Not too late to back out. Leave quietly. Jacob was probably on his laptop, answering leftover work emails, unaware she was unable to bring herself to use his key.

  If Jane kept letting him in, he’d end up devastating her. She gave him complete creative freedom to play with her body, but her heart would always belong to her. A pretty lie she kept telling herself.

  Leaving now would mean remaining unfulfilled for the next six days. On edge. Moody.

  Jacob never locked the front door. She pushed the door open to find him in the living room, laptop propped on his knees. He didn’t look up when she entered. He never did. For a few seconds, she allowed herself a full view of him.

  He was twice her age, but he regularly worked out and it showed. Muscles peeked under his plain whi
te shirt and the worn jeans he wore. Jane liked how he wanted her to look all dolled-up while he dressed down. Jacob always wore his black hair slightly peppered with white military short, and it made his face look brutal, almost severe.

  Jacob leveled his piercing gray eyes on her and did that little twirl with his finger, as if to say, what are you waiting for? They’d done this particular dance several times. He didn’t need to give her orders. She knew what to do.

  Jane set her purse on the floor, next to his rack of shoes. She slipped out of the pink fuck-me stilettos she’d chosen for the evening. Next, she took her coat off. She folded it neatly right over her bag, almost forgetting his little assignment.

  Jane knelt, plucked his old baby blanket from the front pocket of the coat, unsurprised to see his denim-clad legs in front of her. Her heart spiked, seeing what he held in his right hand. Her collar. A simple black leather band with a circular silver tag on it. Two words were embossed on it. His pet name for her. Little Sparrow.

  Seeing her collar filled her with indescribable joy, a strange inner peace. All her initial apprehension, her fears about falling hard for a man who’d never be hers, disappeared. The past was a distant memory, and the future was filled with too many uncertainties. None of it mattered. This was the present and tonight was Friday. Their special night.

  Jacob hooked a finger under her chin, making her look up. He didn’t smile. Jane never thought she’d ever seen him curve his lips upward, only down.

  “What do you have for me tonight, Little Sparrow?”

  Chapter Two

  Jacob Farr had installed a surveillance camera outside his door eleven months ago. Jane had no idea she had a silent watcher. Through the camera, she bit her lower lip. She looked like she always did when she came over. Beautiful and undecided. Jacob appreciated the fact she always dressed with care. Tonight, she wore the fur coat he’d gifted her last December. Underneath that, a sexy little black number Jacob couldn’t wait to shred.

  Jacob was a patient hunter. He waited, knowing full well her desire to see him. To submit to him would overcome any other doubts she might have. Once she entered his domain, the rules they agreed upon a year ago would be in effect.

  Hearing the click of the door, he minimized the window of his surveillance software. He pretended to look busy, indifferent, but all that while, his heart beat in trepidation. All the muscles in his body bunched up, tensed.

  She always looked flawless when she arrived at his doorstep. Jane would leave his apartment ruined, marked, and owned in every conceivable way possible by him.

  It had been six long days since he last played with her, pined and hungered for her. No woman, no sub had ever affected him this much before. No one should be able to wield such a terrible hold over him. Jacob was her Dom. Jane, his sub. He was supposed to be the one in control.

  He closed the lid of his laptop and gazed at his property. With trembling hands, Jane set down her purse then her coat. She knelt and waited for him to approach. Jacob went to her, collar in hand, his cock thickening in his jeans.

  Jane pulled out her homework from the pocket of her coat and held the blanket with both hands to him. An offering. Jacob snatched the fabric away, barely giving it a look before tossing it over his shoulder. Jane widened her cornflower-blue eyes. She breathed hard, making her heavy breasts sway. He could see her nipples pebbling, poking through the thin fabric of her dress.

  For a moment, Jacob’s temptation nearly made him throw all the rules and protocols out the window. He’d put her on her hands and knees, rip that dress off her before rutting her like an uncontrolled beast. He took a deep breath, then another.

  This was what she did to him, reduce an experienced Dom like him to a mindless animal. “This is no good,” he murmured. “You’ll have to try harder next week. Fail me again, and the repercussions would even be more severe.”

  Jane balled her fists on her lap. Finally, she raised her eyes to him. The fire there did little for his erection. The zipper of his pants rubbed against his prick, but he returned her defiant stare evenly. This was how it was between them. Jacob gave her an impossible task, one he knew she would fail spectacularly. Jane reveled in the humiliation of defeat.

  “I don’t understand. What do you want of me?” she asked in a fierce whisper. “You didn’t even look at the new stitches I’ve made.”

  “A simple task even a child can do,” he answered. “Unless you can’t even manage that? Will you give up?”

  Jacob made sure she heard the disappointment in his voice.

  “Never,” Jane said with a hiss. His Little Sparrow reminded him less of a caged bird that secretly never wanted to leave its cage and more of a willful kitten.

  “You’re behaving badly, sub. Maybe you don’t deserve to wear my collar tonight after all.”

  Jane sucked in a breath, as if the reality of her situation finally set in. Like a starving stray desperate for affection, she looked at the leather band he held out. She bowed her head and dropped her gaze. The transformation from a mouthy sub to a deceptively humbled one never ceased to amaze him. Then again, Jane had always been good at playing pretend in her real life.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “What exactly are you apologizing for?”

  “For questioning your order.”

  “And?”

  “I accept any punishment you deem appropriate.”

  “Very good, sub. Lift your hair,” he ordered.

  Jane gathered the long strands of her dark-gold hair and bowed her head. Jacob locked the collar around her neck. He made sure it was tight enough she could feel the kiss of the leather against her creamy skin. Jacob gave the tag on the collar a little flick. She shuddered. He bent down, at her eye-level, and pulled out a plain black rubber band. She remained still, silent as he began to braid her hair. The golden strands felt like velvet.

  “Tell me. Would you prefer to receive your punishment first, or pleasure?” he asked after finishing his task and stood back up.

  She blinked. “You’re giving me a choice, Sir?”

  “I’m feeling generous tonight.”

  Jane hesitated, as if she wasn’t sure if this was another test. It wasn’t, but Jacob enjoyed seeing how she’d react to the unexpected change in their routine. Their sessions always went the same way. Punishment. Reward. Jacob wanted to switch it up. When he was truly alone and lying on his big, empty bed, Jane was all he thought about.

  One of these days, Jane would leave him. She’d find a newer, younger Dom. Someone who wasn’t so old-school. She’d eventually tire of the games they played. Jane would move on. She’d leave a gaping hole in his heart, one so huge Jacob wasn’t certain any other sub would be able to fill it.

  “I don’t have all night, sub. What’s your answer?”

  “Pleasure,” she replied.

  He chuckled. Of course, she would say that. They’d been at this long enough for her to know that her punishment later would be worse. Jacob pulled out the matching black leash from the back pocket of his jeans and clipped it on the D-ring of her collar. He gave it a tug.

  “Crawl,” he said.

  She started forward. Jacob gripped the leash hard, watching the sway of her perfectly rounded ass, the way her black dress rode up to the tops of her thighs, revealing a hint of pink. She always wore lace for him. Jacob wished she didn’t bother with underwear. He was tempted to get rid of all that annoying fabric, to expose her ass and decorate it with a crosshatch of stripes. Jane’s skin marked easily. Beautifully.

  With his free hand, Jacob reached for the button of his jeans. He stopped, suppressing a groan of desire. He reminded himself to go slow, that he was the one holding the leash. Fuck it. Jacob wasn’t some cocky, half-assed young Dom who could barely control himself around his sub. She deserved better.

  Jacob composed himself and walked her past the corridor and into his living room. He stopped, tugged at the leash, and considered his options. There were only a few hours in a single night. It
was never enough. She lifted her head, waiting for his next order. Jacob always took her right inside his private playroom. For the second time tonight, he deviated from his usual plans.

  “Lie down on the couch,” he ordered.

  He could tell the abrupt change unsettled her. She trembled like a leaf, but she kept her eyes downcast as she climbed up the couch. He’d trained her too well. She would never question his orders. She didn’t seem sure where to place her hands. Jane began to put them over her breasts, but she caught herself at the last minute. She folded them right behind her neck and gazed up at him.

  “Good girl.”

  She flushed at the compliment. Pink was always a pretty color on her. Jacob climbed on top of her. He kept his hands on either side of her head, keeping his weight off her. Jacob inhaled the intoxicating scent of her perfume, the scent he’d chosen for her. By the end of tonight, she’d leave smelling of him and their lovemaking.

  Unable to hold back any longer, Jacob took her mouth like a savage. Sweetness exploded on his mouth. She tasted like vanilla and honeysuckle.

  Heat kindled from his cock and spread to the rest of his body. She parted her lips, letting his prodding tongue in. Only good subs deserved kisses from their Masters but at that moment, Jacob didn’t care. She needed this. They both did. The six other days they spent apart felt like hell.

  Releasing her mouth, he moved his lips to the slender curve of her neck. Knowing how often she was exposed to the media, the public’s eyes, Jacob chose where he left his souvenirs with care. He set his teeth on the spot where her neck connected to her shoulder and bit down. Hard.

  She gasped underneath him, but she kept her hands where they were. Jacob lifted his head. He took in every detail of her reaction—her blown pupils, her rosy complexion, and her lips, still swollen from their earlier kiss.