Friends with Benefits (Club Risqué Book 5)

Chapter 13

Trinity touched her fingers to her cheek and realised she was crying.

It had been a long time since she had allowed her thoughts and memories of Christian to disrupt the new life she’d carved out for herself.

Taking a deep breath, she brushed the back of her hand across her face to remove the evidence of her tears and blinked a couple of times to clear her blurry eyes.

Damn him anyway. She”d managed just fine without him and if she was a little warier in her relationships these days, then it was because she had learned her lesson well.

To be fair, she was as much to blame as Christian had ever been.

More so, in fact.

She”d allowed the relationship to evolve the way it had, never once being honest with him about the way she felt and what she truly wanted from him, whereas Christian had always been completely upfront about his own requirements.

Well, except in the bedroom, it seemed.

And she”d come to learn a lot of things about herself, including, ironically, that there was a classification for someone with her particular character traits. In the very same lifestyle Christian had chosen for himself no less: Service submissive, someone who had the type of compliant nature where they found their greatest pleasure in serving others and making their lives easier by providing whatever help they could.

For Trinity, that meant fulfilling their every kinky desire as well.

Although she usually drew the line at intercourse, she was happy enough to bring them to completion in other ways. There was more than one way to skin a cat after all, and she was an expert at most of them.

She couldn”t say why she kept sex on her soft limits. It wasn”t as if she never indulged, she was just…cautious…if that was even the right term.

She didn”t want meaningless intercourse with the host of men she routinely played with at Club Risqué. And any true connoisseur of the lifestyle knew there was much more to BDSM than an orgy of sex.

But despite being a service submissive, she liked her interactions to have a higher value than simply being used as a vessel for a man to get off.

Hmph! Maybe that was a throwback to how Christian had made her feel after all. She”d never scrutinised her feelings on the matter too closely.

She had refused. Gathering them up and blocking them off, dumping them all in a box to which she had hammered the lid tightly closed.