by Leigh Lennon
“You make it seem like this can last, Chadwick?” she questions but not because she needs reassurance at this moment; it’s her warning.
“One day at a time, Eve. It’s what I want from you. One day at a time.” I run my fingers up and down her arms, and she gets goose bumps before my eyes. “Can you do this for me, Eve?”
“One day at a time, I can do.” But in the way her pitch rises to almost a whine, I know her reply is laced with worry and uncertainty.
I tip her lips to mine, and I’m ready to taste her, exploring everything there is about this girl I need to claim. She opens up and grants me access, and though our tongues dance together, she gives in to me, and this idea has my cock straining against her body for release.
I’ve fucked many a women in my day, but I don’t think I’ve truly ever made love to one. Not until now because I love her. I love this woman in front of me and want her in every aspect of my life. I know myself too well, and I can’t give up control, but I can bend and find a happy medium with her. I realize this only because I’m not freaking the fuck out.
Extending my hands, I bring her flush against my body. I have this need to cement myself to her and never let go. Moving to my knees, the moonlight doesn’t do justice to her tits. Fuck, I’ve dreamed of getting up close and personal with her tits for so long. Her nipples are light pink, and against her ivory complexion, her beauty is simply natural.
As much as I stare at them, my mouth waters to have them in my mouth. I sit up, leaning forward into her, and flick her nipple with my tongue—her moans being the deciding factor to speed up my momentum.
I move her delicate fingers to my cock until I stop her. “Lie back, Kitten.” She falls back, her legs open wide for me, but I don’t attack her pussy. I pepper kisses up her legs, my fingers almost tickling her soft skin. This is beauty in its finest, and her aroma calls me for so much more. My fingers work her clit as my mouth continues to move up her legs. The whimpers and moans fuel me to quicken my assault as my mouth lands on her pussy. My tongue takes over, my finger inside her, and it’s not long before I find a spot where my finger and mouth have her exploding on me, and I watch the way her body rocks back and forth in pleasure, in ecstasy.
Telling her I love her is on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t.
I raise myself to hover over her. “Hands over your head, Kitten.” Even in my eagerness to enter her, I can’t, not until I ask her permission. “Kitten. I just got tested, and I’m clean. I’ve always worn a condom and…”
She was tested before working at my club, so she didn’t have to tell me what I already knew. “I’m on the pill, Chadwick.” This is all she has to say before I thrust so deep inside her, so quick, and I stay there for a couple of seconds until her eyes meet my own. In them, I can read her emotions, and her feelings run as deep for me as mine do for her. I’m over her; I fucking love the pleasure of my cock inside her.
I pull almost all the way out, only to thrust deep inside her again and again and again. “Kitten, this won’t last long. But I have to fully have you rough because…” Fuck, can I finish this sentence? It’s all I’ve ever known, but she smiles, almost silently telling me to hush. And I do. One more thrust and I bury my load deep inside her. “Fuck, Eve, I’m not sure I can let you go now.”
I fall beside her, and she nuzzles her head in the crook of my neck. “Get some rest, Kitten.” I can’t speak because I’m overcome with emotion—feelings I can’t articulate—and it all revolves around her. Eve’s breathing levels out, and I hold on tight, watching the moonlight from the outside play off her skin. I won’t give her up without a fight.
I’m out of bed when the sun peeks in the next morning, and Eve has barely moved. Quietly slipping off the mattress, I take one last look at Eve, and a smile pulls at my lips. Moving to the living space, I shoot off a letter for contract modification with my in-house lawyer, Todd Teely. He’s the one who drafted the original contract with Eve, and quite honestly, I don’t want an I told you so speech from Greer.
I instruct him to send me over the new contract, and to honor the original one with the disbursement we agreed upon. Tonight at the club, I’ll give this all to her, and the contract will have been fulfilled. It’s my hope I can talk her into staying and exploring whatever this is with us.
I get a little hell from Todd. He busts my balls almost as much as Greer does, but I ignore his comments and move to the next order of business. Sending the New York Dungeon Elite in-house store my demand for Eve’s outfit tonight, I’m happy with the options the store has online and include the garter belts I love so much when the door opens from our bedroom.
“Morning, Kitten.” Her hair is sticking up on the top and matted down on the sides. “This look, I can get used to.” I outstretch my hands to let her know I need her as close to me as possible. Fuck, I’m a pussy, but a pussy who loves a girl.
“Um, you can get used to my bedhead?” she asks, and my little kitten is acting shy right now. I stand when she stays planted in place and I stalk to her, throwing my arms around her, bringing her body flush with mine.
“No, Kitten, it’s your I just fucked you look.” Her cheeks pinken. “Don’t you go getting all embarrassed on me right now.” I tip her head to mine and take in her morning glow before my lips fall on hers. She gives me access as she had last night, and I harden against her body. We stay locked in this kiss for a while, and I pull back to find her lips are downturned.
“Now, where is your smile?” I almost demand, and it does something to my sour insides when she’s happy. I knew this last night, but it only reaffirms I love her.
“Last night was…” I’m pulling at her hands to bring her to the couch, setting her on my lap.
She doesn’t finish her sentence, and when I know she won’t continue, I start. “What is it?”
“I don’t know about this, you and me.” I put a finger to her lips, and she scowls.
“I know, Kitten, but just give me a second.” She nods, but her frown remains. “Okay, so last night was a first for me.” Her head bobs up and down. “It’s time we stop treating this like all the girls before you and…” I don’t get out what I’m about to say when her already turned down lips form into a broader frown. “Okay, so this is a subject you don’t want to think about, and I don’t either. The thought of another man with you makes me…” I stop again because it’s the first time I’ve really thought this with regard to Eve. I’d love her to say she was a virgin when I claimed her, but it’s not realistic, and when she’d doesn’t correct me, I can sense the same issue with my own lips, and Eve laughs.
“So, it makes us both a bit crazy to think of the other with another.” She nods her head again, and I lace my fingers in hers. “This is how I know there’s more to us, Eve.” And with the mention of her name, she pops her head up. “Yeah, I knew that would get your attention. So, just talk to me. I’m not good at this, but I’m trying.” I turn my lips up from my frown to show her how the mere thought of us together brings me joy. Ah, shit, listen to me.
“I don’t know what you want, Chadwick.” Her reply is simple.
“Then come with me tonight. I have a private room, only used by me, and I can show you how I play. Then afterward, we can talk about what we’re comfortable enough with moving forward.” I make it sound so clinical even though with Eve, it’s not. It’s never been from the moment she entered my office.
“And if I don’t like it?”
I stiffen at this thought, and in her reaction, she sees it on my face. “This is all unscripted for me, Kitten, but I don’t want to lose you.”
She tips her chin up in the challenging way that is Eve, and hell, if I don’t want to put her over my knee. “So, you can give up control?”
“Let me ask you something, Kitten?” When she doesn’t reply, I continue because it’s more of a rhetorical question. “Who had control last night? You could have stopped at any time, but it didn’t seem hard for you to give your control to me.”
My day has been a shitshow. Greer sent me over every document on the LA raid and the judge’s warrants and his rebuttal. The smug son of a bitch of my friend’s reply is, “The judge just loves one-on-one time with me.” Greer is convinced every man wants his dick. Sometimes I wonder if he thinks this is always just about him.
There has been no substantial claim for the judge to authorize the search of the club. The DA swore he had a witness to argue prostitution, but she recanted at the last minute. Again, it’s Greer’s own allegation that every free man is after him, but in the good way. After combing through the files, I shake my head, happy my friend gets off on his depravity.
The Seattle club had an apparent building code violation, and they were making us jump through hoops to show we were up to code. Greer has been a busy boy, hopping on my private jet to get to Seattle after the judge’s ruling, only to go round after round with the city manager, and like last time, he claims the man wants in his pants.
Eve’s over next to the window, watching all of New York pass her by, and it’s still several hours before we have to leave for the club. “Kitten, is there something you’d like to do today?”
She’s dressed in a pair of baggy jeans, and I love her in the skintight jeans that show every curve. However, Eve could wear a bag and still look gorgeous.
“Can we go to the Central Park Zoo? I’ve never been, and it’s an iconic area in New York.”
I push to my feet because I don’t plan on telling Eve no. Not that I want to. I find I want to please her, making her smile—always. It’s what you do, when you love someone.
She’s like a spider monkey. Her attention is at one place one second, and then she’s pulling me to another exhibit. “The penguins are my favorite,” she utters, her hand in mine.
“Any specific reason?” I wonder out loud, and in her hurry to get to the exhibit, she begins to educate me on the flightless birds.
“Um, well, yeah… so, where to start? Okay, my three favorite facts.” She takes in a deep breath. “Did you know that an emperor penguin is able to dive almost two thousand feet? Penguins are known to lie in colonies with over two hundred thousand birds, and this is my favorite. These birds are able to drink salt water and not get sick.”
“Are you planning on drinking salt water someday? Is that why you find this fact so impressive?” I tease, and she hits me. “So, Kitten, why do you find penguins so interesting?”
She sighs, and I grab her hand again. “I wanted to be a vet or a zoologist. I just love animals of all kinds. But it was all I could do to escape my dad at eighteen. I moved in with some girls, and we started to waitress. It’s all I’ve ever been good at.”
We’re in the building housing the penguins when I pull her away from the traffic of everyone else. “Please tell me you don’t believe this? I mean, there’s nothing wrong with waitressing. But you, Evelyn Lipton, can do whatever you set your mind to.” A thought occurs to me. “What would you do if education or money wasn’t an issue?”
“Oh, just that little hiccup of not worrying about the training or the money for it, is that it? That shouldn’t be a problem at all,” she jests.
“No, I mean it. What would you do?”
She answers without giving it a second thought. “I love horses, you know that. I don’t know if I want to go back to school at this point in my life to be a vet, but after watching the staff at your grandma’s place, I’d love to train horses.”
“Kitten, I believe in you, and if you want something, I’ll stop at nothing to make it happen for you.” I give her a kiss on her cheek, tipping her head to mine. “The only thing I need you to do is believe in yourself.”
We’re back at our hotel room just long enough to shower and change. I’ve not wanted to push her, so I shower first, then wait for her in the living room. “Kitten, are you about ready?”
“Uh, is there a specific outfit you’d like me to wear, Sir?” Her tone is matter-of-fact and icy at best as she walks into the living room in a tight black dress and matching heels. She’s so beautiful that I almost don’t want her to change when she gets to the club.
Standing up from my chair, I stroll over to her, pulling her close to my body. “First, you look stunning. Second, I have something for you at the club, and third, Eve, what’s wrong, Kitten?”
I force her gaze to mine as I tip her head up. She tries to look away, but my finger and thumb are securing her chin. “Kitten, you care for me. I know this. We can’t go anywhere in this relationship if we don’t equally try.”
“Tonight.” It’s her own answer, and I don’t need to be a rocket scientist to know she’s nervous.
“What about it? Use your words, Eve. It’s what I know. Regardless, talking through the hard parts is the only way to get what you want in this world.”
“Okay.” She backs away when the forcefulness of her words hit me. “I want you,” she plainly states. “But with you comes your requirement of a submissive female with no voice.”
“Eve.” My own voice is equally stern. “You know nothing of my lifestyle if this is what you think. I only do what we’ve agreed upon.” I stand and have it on the tip of my tongue to tell her so much, but she won’t understand it until she’s immersed in my life. “Let’s get going. We have a busy night, and you can change at the club!” I pull at her hand, and we leave the room. Tonight, I will finally make her mine in every way.
I don’t know if the club is busy. Many members don’t drive because the parking is limited in Manhattan. Out of all my clubs, this is the smallest one with a very small restaurant upstairs. The private rooms are few and far between, and the waiting list for a private room is up to three years.
I wait for her outside of my private room as she changes into the leather dress I’ve left for her on the bed. When she walks over the threshold, I stop breathing. This is a simple, elegant dress, and nothing is left to the imagination as the dress hugs every little curve of hers.
“Okay, Kitten. I can’t wait to show you off to everyone.” She still has the necklace choker she’s had since the day she moved into the apartment above the Chicago Dungeon Elite. And it’s still stunning. But tonight, I have something else to give her.
Since the club is smaller, it means there are less members, but in a space half the size of most of the open spaces in the club is a small stage. It’s just as erotic when one of our VIP members is performing wax play on his sub. To the side, a Domme begins flogging her male sub. And Gio has both his girls, Embry and Tillie, in bondage, hanging from the ceiling.
“Oh, fuck, that’s hot.” She points at the female Domme.
I pull her close to me. “Do you want to play on the main stage?” I should have known better, but it’s so easy with Eve, I sometimes forget she’s not fully become mine.
She pulls away from me, and through the loudness of the club, I can hear her gasp. “Calm down, Kitten. I’m kidding.” But I really wasn’t. I would have loved her to want to play with me for all to see.
We watch various scenes, and Eve is very inquisitive yet still on edge. Eve and I make our way to my private room. There’s a cage suspended from the ceiling and a St. Andrew’s cross near the bed along with a punishing table to the side. Though they are all things
I own, I had them placed in the room specifically for tonight.
Standing next to Eve, I watch every emotion play off her face. The blush is evident as are the beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
“Let’s sit, sweetheart.” She’s not called me on the change of the nickname, though she’ll always be Kitten to me. Her posture is stiff when she lowers herself onto her seat. I push forward a piece of paper, and her eyes widen at the words and phrases before her.
“This is a checklist for hard limits, what you will agree to and questionable items you’re not sure about. Circle them if you are okay, cross them out if it’s a no, and place a question mark next to the ones you aren’t sure about.”
My heart races as most on the first list get crossed off. Cuffs, flogger, tickle feather, and the spreader bar are the first set of items she has agreed to. Surprisingly, she accepts the rattan cane. No surprise was a big fat no marked out several times to the pony harness and the mouth gag. I chuckle at her. And because the items had been less than ten on this first go round, I’m happy.
The next list I give her is body parts, things she wouldn’t be cool doing or exploring. She didn’t cross out anal as she had some of the other items, and this brings a smile to my face.
“Kitten, what are you thinking?” I ask when she hands me back the last list.
“Well,” she starts, and it isn’t the seductive way she normally uses this word with me in the past. Looking down at the pen, she simply says, “This is so clinical, the spark and spontaneity is taken out when you place these types of papers in front of me.”
