His eyes say, let me hurt you. It will be ok, I promise.
Deacon Bruce was the exorcist of emotional pain. His silent seduction wasn’t just through his eyes, but his fingers, the tone of his voice, the promise of relief. He wasn’t dispensing a mercy beating to a willing masochist. No, Jacque’s pain was purposeful, dispensed by someone who took sadistic pleasure in the doing.
Sadism is hard to understand on its own but Bree portrayed Deacon as a well-meaning sadist. Pardon me while I stifle my giggle because I know some well-meaning sadists.
But there is something to using physical pain as a therapeutic method to achieve the cathartic experience of releasing emotional pain. Bree’s description of Deacon was what I would have envisioned, intriguing, handsome, and the accent. *sigh* He could beat the”brat” out of me anytime.
Her visuals were as electrifying as they were tender. I felt like I was watching from the sidelines. The words made me feel. Loved the story. Excellent work.