Dark Notes

by Pam Godwin

“You’re such a charmer.” “Only when she’s worth it.”

“They’re lucky to have you.” His dark eyes flash. “Damn lucky sons-a-bitches. Don’t you let them forget it.”

It’s universally known that the more forbidden something is, the more desirable it becomes.

“Let’s talk about the punishment for throwing shit at your teacher.”

But I doubt she’s aware that the thrill in that risk, the chance of getting caught, is currently increasing her brain’s transmission of dopamine and heightening the excitement spiraling through her body.

“Sometimes you love people you shouldn’t, and in the endless space of that love, nothing else matters.”

“You won’t just lose your job. You’ll go to jail. He’s not worth it.” I reach up and grip her hand against my heaving chest. “But you are. You’re worth it.”

This literally had me in a chock hold! O M G! I loved this scene so much!

Christ, this girl… She’s my music, my place in this life, my part in it all.

“I will crawl to you. Bow to you. Whatever you want, I want. Just…give me this.” A thick, hoarse noise escapes his lips. “Christ in hell. How the fuck do I say no to that?”

The power is mine. I bask in it. His hands tremble, and I grab them, hold them, our fingers intertwined. I have him.

This brutal man is my home. His hell is my heaven. I’m his Ivory, and he’s my darkest note.

His hell is my heaven. I’m his Ivory, and he’s my darkest note.

“You’re ten years younger than me. Don’t tell me an old man wore you out.”

“You need to stop giving me those eyes.” “What eyes?” A smile teases his lips. “The ones that say…” I deepen my voice. “Come here, Miss Westbrook. Look at me, Miss Westbrook. On your knees—”

There’s only one woman in my future, and she’s due for a spanking.