Authors: Priya Grey,Ozlo Grey
Tags: #Contemporary Romance, #Erotic romance, #BDSM
Awaken
Awaken
By Ozlo
&
Priya Grey
Previously published as
The Voice Between My Legs
(Part 1 & Part 2)
Copyright © 2015 by Ozlo & Priya Grey. All Rights Reserved.
Edition: February 18, 2016
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No Matter What Happens, I Can’t Quit You…
“What is this?”
“It's my diary,” she said, looking down at the ground, avoiding his glance. “I started it when I moved back to the city. I think you should read it.”
He turned her diary over in his hands. Then he looked at her. He could sense she was still struggling with her decision. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
With her eyes still on the ground, she said, “I think you should know everything about me.” She took a deep breath and finally looked at him. There was a steely resolve in her eyes. “I'm hoping if I'm honest with you, you won't be afraid to be honest with me. I don't want to hide who I am or what I want anymore.”
“Is it a naughty read?” he asked, trying to make light of the situation.
“You have no idea,” she said, looking at him perhaps for the last time. Then she turned and walked away.
After she left, Cooper West closed the door to his penthouse apartment. He sat down on his living room couch. It was early morning, and sunlight began to fill the room. He ran his finger along the spine of her diary. The black hardcover book contained the inner most thoughts of a woman he was falling in love with. He took a deep breath and flipped the diary to a random page.
My cheeks felt flush. My sex was dripping, screaming for a release. I still couldn’t believe what I had witnessed. That woman was in the throes of ecstasy. The Master had satisfied her body in ways I never imagined I might enjoy. I’m still slightly ashamed to admit how turned I was by what I saw. I hesitate to write it down in these pages. All I can admit, is that I witnessed an orgasm, the magnitude of which I didn’t think was possible. And as I watched that woman come, my body ached for the same experience.
Cooper West’s cellphone rang. It was Todd, his assistant. He knew it would be impossible to read the diary without constantly being interrupted throughout the day. He answered his phone and told Todd to cancel his meeting with San Francisco. “I’m not coming into the office today,” he said. “Something has come up.”
With his schedule now cleared, Cooper decided to leave his apartment and go to a neighborhood cafe. He grabbed a seat by the window and ordered a coffee. Then he opened her diary. This time, he would read from the beginning.
I'm back in New York City for round two of my life. But this time I'm a new Lacey.
I love my new apartment! It’s a gigantic loft space with gorgeous views of the Manhattan skyline. I’ve decided to section off the area next to the living room for my photo studio. The lighting is best in that corner because of the huge windows. When I finally get clients, I think I'll be able to capture some beautiful shots in that corner. I hope it doesn't take me too long to get work. I've invested what was left of my grandmother's inheritance in photography equipment and this apartment lease. I only have enough money saved up to try this new career for about a year. I'm sure if I really needed it, my dad could help out. But he's already done so much for me.
Something really strange happened today when I was about to take a shower. After undressing, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is a different color. My face is thinner.
I ran my hands hesitantly over my breasts. For a second, I didn’t recognize myself.
I ran into my new neighbor, a friendly girl named Penelope. She asked me what I did. I hesitated before saying I was a photographer. I’m still getting used to the idea.
“That's awesome,” she said. “I was just talking to my boyfriend, and he's been trying to convince me to go into modeling. I'm an actress–slash–waitress but he thinks I might be able to make some money as a model. I think he's just being sweet. But maybe I should give it a shot. What do you think?”
I was thrown off by the question. After all, I had literally just met her. “Sure,” I said. “You've got the look.” I wasn't lying. Penelope has short jet-black hair, white-porcelain skin,
gorgeous deep-blue eyes, and high cheekbones. Her slim figure would make any outfit look great.
“Thanks, but I think you're just being sweet,” Penelope said with a smirk. “Just like Nico. But maybe I should give it shot anyway. What do I have to lose, right? Hey, you don't think you could take some shots of me, do you? Like for a portfolio? Or do they call it a modeling book? I don't even know,” she added with a laugh.
I was surprised by her request. I had forgotten how fast everyone moves in New York. “Sure. No problem,” I said with some hesitation. This was all happening so fast that I felt a rush of anxiety.
“I have some different outfits I could try on,” continued Penelope. “And you could just do your thing and take a bunch of different shots. How much do you charge?”