Simply Scarlet Copyright © 2017 Blushing Books Publications and Sai Marie Johnson

Chapter One

Business as Usual (continued)

Camille slid to her knees at the edge of the coffee table and lifted the first straw. She had never done anything even remotely close to as illicit a drug as cocaine, and it shocked her that Julien kept it in the house. It seemed there was so much she did not know about her husband, that she now saw herself literally between a rock and a hard place. Though the rock was not the type she had imagined the saying referred to, and the hard place she never figured would have been a man’s rather large cock. She leaned forward and placed the straw into her left nostril, covering the right with her finger as she placed the straw tip to the beginning of the first white line. With a quick inhalation, she drew half the line into her nose and began coughing and sneezing, almost immediately. “Ah heh, ugh. Fuck,” she muttered as she dropped the straw and began to wipe anxiously at her nose.”Shh, hush, darling. Come, sit in my lap and let me see how I can make things better,” André said in a directing voice. Camille felt her head begin to swim, and the sounds of his voice became soothing as she did as he had bid her to do. With an easing movement, she pulled herself into his lap and rested her head against his naked shoulder. He smelled of spice cologne and manly pheromones, which only added to Camille’s intoxicated state. Julien scoffed and watched in disapproval.

“She will never be a good submissive. She’s too dainty and fucking easily bruised. Don’t you think I’ve considered it? She’s a trophy wife. I keep her as I would a bloody porcelain doll. Pretty to look at and great for the portfolio—that’s all she will ever be good for.” He ridiculed Camille with disdain.

André shot him a look of warning and pointed towards the door. “You are a damn pathetic sub, yourself, talking to me like that, Jules. Shut your cockholster and let me do the real man’s work. I’ve found a flower growing amidst your wild ass jungles, and I intend to enjoy her fragrance like a fine fucking vintage.”

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