Christine d’Abo‘s “Bruised Ego” reminded me a little of Fight Club. Just a little in that a man was finding emotional release in violence. In this case Lee was embarrassed by his own sexual proclivities but so aroused that he couldn’t turn away. He gets the name of Diana, someone who could purportedly help him. I hadn’t read d’Abo before this submission but I’ve read her since. I haven’t encountered another femdom story from her but I wish she would explore that area again.
This was it. Diana had given him a choice and it was up to him to take the next step. There was nothing stopping him from walking out the door, getting back on his bike and going out to a bar to pick a fight. Hell, he had some pretty choice bruising from last night. He could go home and get himself off at least twice before the exhaustion kicked in to drag him off to oblivion.
But if he stayed, there was a chance he could learn how to fix this need he had. There must be a way to make it better. Anything to get rid of this burning desire to hurt.
Lee’s gaze locked on Diana as he grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it off. He needed to know if she could see the twisted darkness bleeding through the bruises coloring his skin.
When she didn’t react for several long minutes, he began to feel uncomfortable. Exposed. It took effort not to fold his arms across his chest, to hide the evidence of last night’s fight. He knew exactly what he looked like. Lee had gotten up before the alarm this morning and stood in the harsh light of the bathroom, pressing one fist into the largest of the bruises and jerking off while he watched in the mirror.
Twisted, sick, wrong.
“Beautiful,” she said in a hushed voice.
Next up is Safeword by Delphine Dryden