But I can’t. I’m not just being some conceited asshole when I say I have a big dick. No. I’m a big guy, and my cock is proportional to the rest of me, and I don’t want to hurt her. She may have all sorts of experience, but I heard her gasp when my erection sprang free of my underwear. That was a sound of someone having never seen or been with a man like me. So for this first time, I’m going to ease into her.
At her first whimper when I’ve barely gotten the head lodged inside her cunt, I pause, opening my eyes when I realize I shut them, trying to concentrate on going slow. Her brows are pulled together, her lips parted as she pants, but there is no look of pain in her eyes. And now that my gaze is locked with hers, all I want to do is watch the emotions play across her face as I sink into her.
I press my hips forward and feel her bring her knees up higher along my sides, spreading herself open farther, trying to accommodate me more like a good little submissive taking my cock. Her little nostrils flare as she takes another inch, breathing through it, adjusting to my girth. I go torturously slow, holding steady, and I watch, fascinated when her head starts to jerk from side to side then press into the mattress beneath her. Her hips begin to rotate, working her sopping wet pussy along my shaft, lubing me up so I sink in even farther.
I feel the sweat break out on my temples, trying to keep control while she writhes beneath me, tempting me, slicing at the reins I hold tightly to. “Hold still,” I growl above her, but for the first time, she doesn’t follow my order. She shakes her head more forcefully, and it makes me worry my cock is too much for her. So I stop when I’m not even halfway inside her and hiss out a “Color?”
“Green!” she mewls, and before I know what she’s doing, she hooks her heels beneath my ass and jerks me forward, forcing me in another couple inches. “Please, Nate. I need you to move.”
The use of my nickname is startling, and my brow furrows as she meets my eyes again. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby. You’re so fucking tight.” I call her something I’ve never called anyone before, finding terms of endearment repulsive and childish, but it just slips out. I want to take care of her, keep her safe, not bring her any pain, and it just fell from my lips so naturally.
Her frantic movements still when she hears it, and she melts beneath me, her entire body going lax and making me sink another inch inside. She lifts her hands slowly, as if readying herself if I order her not to, and places her gentle fingers to my jaw. When I don’t move or flinch away, she slides her fingertips upward until her palms cup my cheeks, and she looks deep into my eyes, saying all sorts of sweet nothings and meaningful confessions without even uttering a word. And then her hands move farther and into my hair until she grasps the back of my head and pulls me toward her. I let her overpower me, let her tug me near, and when my face nuzzles into her neck, breathing in her citrusy, clean scent, she turns her head so she can whisper in my ear.
“I’m yours, Mr. Black. I can handle it. Let go and take from me what you want.”
And with that, without even questioning it, my muscles stiffen, my thighs tense, I link my arms beneath her and grip onto her shoulders, and with one powerful thrust, I shove all my thick inches into her, hearing her cry out as the head of me slams into her cervix. Her walls grip me tighter than a fist, and I choke out “Color?” one last time to be sure, and when she wails, “Green, oh God, yes, green!” That’s all it takes for me to finally toss the reins farther away from my grip than they’ve ever been before, and I pull back so only the tip of me is still lodged in her cunt before I power my way back inside.
With a growl, I shoot up to my knees and circle my hands around her hips to grip her ass, holding her lower half up and steady as her shoulders press in the bed. Her arms fall above her head, and her hands grip her pillow, and I watch my fantasies come to life as I start to thrust in and out of her tight, wet heat. I glance away from her beautiful face to watch her tits bounce with every plunge of my cock. And then my eyes trail farther to watch our connection, the image obscene with how far her cunt is stretched to take my girth. Her pussy lips are red and glistening with her juices, and with each outstroke, I see how shiny she’s made my dick, her natural lube making it easy for me to pound into her.
Her cries of pleasure fill her room along with my grunts of desire. My fingers dig into her ass, the muscles of my arms bulging as I keep her held steady while I fuck into her, my hips creating the perfect movements to cause my cock to drag along the top wall of her pussy with every pull out, my shaft stroking along her clit with every stroke in.
Sweat drips along my hairline and down my back and chest, but for once it’s because of exertion instead of trying to keep a hold of my control. Everything is heightened, and each drop of sweat feels like a fingertip caressing my body as they fall along my skin.
“Yes!” Evie mewls after a particularly rough thrust, and it spurs me on. I drop her hips and fall forward, my hands on either side of her head. She meets my stare, and when I see her lips tilt upward in a little smile as I continue to pound into her, it does something to me, loosens more of those chain links inside me enough that I give into another one of my fantasies.
In one fluid movement, because she’s so light I can just put her where I want her, I pull out and flip her over, enjoying her little disappointed whimper at the loss of me inside her. But she doesn’t have to be disappointed for long, because I kick her knees apart with my own and thrust inside her from behind, no hesitation, no going slow, no warning, the way I’ve always wanted to fuck but never allowed myself to. And I glance up, catching movement, and realize we’re now facing her closet doors that are made of mirrors, and I see the look of pure ecstasy on Evie’s face when I give in to my own desires.
I grip her soft hips in my big hands, and I look away from the mirror long enough to watch my cock disappear inside her, seeing more of Evelyn Richards than I ever even dared to dream of. My hands grip her in a way that spreads her ass cheeks, and I see the little hole centered between them. My nostrils flare at the dirty thoughts the sight sparks in my mind, and since she’s still distracted by the steady pistoning of my cock in and out of her, she pays no mind as one hand leaves her hip.
It’s not until I reach beneath her to gather some of her wetness and bring it back up to circle that little hole that she takes notice, and her entire body stiffens. I meet her eyes in the mirror, my pace slowing slightly so I can get an honest answer out of her when I ask, “Color, little mouse?”
“Um…” She moans as my cock slides along her G-spot. I circle her asshole with my fingertip again. “I, uh…. Yellow.”
I nod, bending to place a kiss between her shoulder blades. “Another time then,” I murmur against her soft flesh, and when I sit back up on my knees, I see her nod.
I pick up my pace again, and soon, I’m on the brink, and with Evie’s cries of pleasure becoming louder, one starting before the previous ends, I know she’s close too.
“I don’t want to come like this,” I say, more to myself than to her, as I pull out and flip her once more to her back. “I want to look into your eyes when I make you come on my cock.”
And as if my words have a physical effect on her, she does exactly that with only three more powerful thrust of my hips. “Oh my God,” she exhales, her nails digging into my back, and that’s all it takes to make me follow her over the edge.
Her pussy milks me, her inner walls fluttering around me as I plant myself deep and growl ferociously, while the most powerful, soul-shattering, mind-altering orgasm takes over my entire body. I’ve never felt anything like it before, not with another person, not even with my hand while fantasies of Ms. Richards played through my mind. Nothing could ever compare to the reality of actually coming inside her after being allowed to give in to the urges within me.
The aftershocks seem to go on forever, and the way her body continues to twitch and shudder tells me it’s the same for her. But the look on her face and how tiny her body feels beneath me, all I want to do is wrap her up an
d take care of her, to soothe her after what we just experienced together, not giving a damn about my own feelings.
I pull out of her, being as gentle as possible, and I can’t help the smile that pulls at my lips at her little frown when she loses my cock. In a fluid series of movements, my back is propped against her cushioned headboard and I’ve gathered her in my lap. I curl her against my chest, pulling my knees up to keep her locked in place. I run on instinct alone, running my fingers through her hair, gently stroking her soft skin, absorbing the closeness it brings.
And I realize, in this moment, I’ve never felt so powerful. Not when I teased her and made her cower. Not when I blackmailed her, making her think I’d reveal her secrets. Not even when I made her come with my mouth and then my cock. No. I have never felt more powerful than I do right this second, with Evelyn curled up and relaxed against my chest, completely surrendered, completely trusting, and fully at peace while I bring her gently back to the here and now.
She might’ve made it sound like aftercare was just for the submissive’s benefit, and maybe that’s all she believes it’s for. But it seems she has a thing or two still to learn, because this feels like pure bliss for this Dominant in training.
Chapter 9
Evie
I’m floating, hovering over my body, seeing from above as Nathaniel holds me to his chest, soothing me, petting me, whispering sweet things at the top of my head before planting kisses on my hair every few words. I smile down at the picture we make. I look so tiny in his arms, this overgrown man cradling me after he just delivered two of the best orgasms I’ve ever had, and certainly the best sex of my life.
It wasn’t even particularly creative, when compared to the things that go on at Club Alias. There were no toys or devices, no role playing, no costumes or power plays. No games. It was just a powerful man who craves control and a willing woman who wanted to give it to him, and he worked my body like he created it, like he knew it from the inside out. And now he does.
I don’t want to leave this cocoon of happiness he’s surrounded me in. Wasn’t it just a couple hours ago when I was sitting in my car, super bitter that he’d ruined my night of getting my fix of this? I almost laugh, thinking about how nothing any of the Doms at the club could have done would’ve held a candle to what I feel right now. I bet this high will last far longer than a week. But at the same time, I don’t think I want to wait even that long to get my next dose of Nate Black.
I see him tilt my head back and look deep into my eyes, but I can’t hear what he’s saying. I’m not in there, my consciousness still floating just above us. Yet I take notice when his face starts to look worried. I see myself blink at him, a smile curling just the corners of my lips, but that does little to soothe his furrowed brow and the way his biceps are starting to bunch as he holds me tighter.
I sigh, knowing I should go back, knowing I should soothe him, since he’s never experienced this before. I should tell him how proud I am to have been his first sub, how amazing it is that his instincts told him exactly what to do concerning aftercare, since I hadn’t really explained thoroughly how to do it after I told him what it was.
With one last moment hovering above our bodies, I take a mental snapshot to keep inside my mind and heart forever, and I know this image will be the one I compare every experience moving forward to.
Back in my body, I blink several times and take a cleansing breath in then out, relaxing even further against Nathaniel’s expansive chest.
“Evie, please say something. Are you all—”
I purr against him. “Never better,” I whisper, wanting him to go back to the softly murmured words against my hair.
“Fuck, you scared me. I thought… I thought I’d been too rough and–”
“Shhh,” I soothe, not caring that I’m essentially shushing my Dom. But he needs the assurance. He needs to know he did nothing wrong. “Subspace.”
His biceps relax, and it makes me sink away from him a little as he peers down at me, surprise covering his face. “Subspace? I… I got you to subspace? Without even anything… special?” he asks, his eyes looking back and forth between mine, and I smile.
“But it was special, Mr. Black.” I try to lift my arm to boop him on the nose, but the limb is too heavy. “You’re special.”
He must see the sincerity in my eyes, because a boyish smile spreads across his face, making him look younger than what his very manly body was just capable of doing to me. “You’re special to me too, Evelyn,” he murmurs, and then he lifts me halfway to meet his lowering face, and he kisses me with such sweetness it does something funny to my heart.
Never have I felt anything I’ve ever done as a submissive in my heart before. The satisfaction it gives me is always felt in my gut… while it quiets my anxious mind… experiencing the pleasure throughout my body, and maybe a little in my soul, just knowing I’ve finally discovered who I am meant to be. But I’ve never felt any of it in my heart before. Not until this man holding me looked into my eyes and asked for my help. Not until he told me to my face that he thought I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And not until this man kissed me like his life depended on it.
Suddenly, I’m moving, and Nathaniel standing up with me still cradled in his arms brings me out of my thoughts. I give in to it, enjoying not having to use any brainpower, continuing to submit myself to his whims as he does with me what he pleases.
“Let’s get cleaned up, shall we?” he murmurs as he enters the bathroom and flips on the light. He’s not asking me, not forcing me to make a decision. He’s just talking out loud in that deliciously deep voice of his, and I nuzzle against him. He sits on the side of my huge tub, the first upgrade I ever made to my house, since the one that was in here when I bought the place was tiny and rusted. This one is a giant garden tub with jets, and he perches me on his lap, one arm still around me as he uses the other to turn on the faucet and get the temperature to his liking.
While the tub fills, he just holds me, rubbing his big calloused hand up and down my naked back, lulling me deeper into my tranquil state. I feel boneless, more relaxed than I’ve ever felt in my life, and the only thing I’m super aware of is how wonderful his cologne smells where my face is buried in his neck.
I don’t even realize the words are out of my mouth—“God, you smell good. You always smell sooo good”—until I feel the rumble of his chuckle inside his chest.
“Oh yeah?” he prompts, kissing my cheek with the corner of his lips, since my face is still buried in the crook of his neck.
In this peaceful level of consciousness, I don’t even blush. I’m not embarrassed by what he heard me say. “Yep.” I pop the P. “Whenever you leave the library, there’s always this faint little hint of it left behind, and it always makes me wet.”
His naked cock beneath my thighs jerks, and I smile when he growls a startled, “Fuck.” It doesn’t make me flinch this time. I don’t think anything would make me flinch right now, not in this hazy state of bliss I’m still in. “Guess I’ll be buying stock in Aqua de Fuckboy next time I speak to my financial advisor.”
That makes me giggle. “You have a financial advisor? What’s an eighteen-year-old need with a financial advisor?”
“When I turned eighteen, all my trust funds hit. I’m not one to just… hit the lottery and go buy mansions around the world and cars to fill a warehouse. That would be fucking stupid,” he says quietly, and for some reason, that brings me back to reality a little more, but in a good way. It makes me admire him even more, this man I knew was brilliant at school, but now know he’s also smart when it comes to real life.
I pull my face out of his neck and meet his eyes. “I did the same when my parents died,” I confess, and his eyes soften, but not with pity. I can see clearly the softness comes from me divulging something about my personal life to him he didn’t know.
“My parents are still alive. My trusts came from older generations,” he explains, and I sink back against him.
“What are your parents like? I don’t think I’ve ever met them at school before,” I ask, and he starts back up rubbing my back.
“I got lucky. My parents are actually cool as fuck. My mom is sweet and one of those Pinterest moms, even though she could just pay someone to do everything for her. She wants to do it herself. My dad works a lot, but when he’s home, he’s actually present. He’s a great dad. Like I said, lucky,” he tells me, and it surprises me. I always pictured the parents of Nathaniel Black IV to be the uptight snobbish type, the stereotypical people always portrayed in movies and shows who own things like towns and freaking private academies.
He must sense my shock, because he chuckles again. “Right? I think my dad was just hellbent on being nothing like the Black men before him. And he married for love, not status like the generations before him.”
That makes me smile. “That’s… interesting. I imagined…. I don’t know. It surprised me more, because of… how you are,” I say gently.
“My OCD, you mean?” he asks, but there’s no defensiveness in his tone.
“Yeah.”
“Mine is the hereditary kind, not trauma-induced,” he replies, and I meet his eyes once more. “Yeah, I’ve been diagnosed. I’ve seen therapists and psychiatrists about it.”
My brow furrows. “Then… why—”
“Don’t I have it under control with medication?” he finishes my question, and I nod. “Same as you, little mouse. Never found the right cocktail, and the ones that did help, I didn’t like the way they made my body feel. I felt like I was putting poison in my body, and I don’t know if you noticed, but I take a little bit of pride in this body.” He grins.
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