When I set her back on her cushion and look up at Doc, he’s watching me with an almost amused look on his face. He seems to nod to himself, makes a note, and then before he can say what he opens his mouth to reveal, Evie cries out, “Wait!”
“Yes, Evelyn?” Doc chuckles.
“Sorry, um…” She fidgets with her glasses. “It’s just… systematic desensitization. I think… I think we unknowingly might’ve done that. And I think it worked, even if it was only for a little while.”
“How do you mean?” Doc prompts.
She gives me an apologetic look and then turns to face Doc when she explains, “Our first time together, he ummm… he knew I’m a submissive, and I allowed him to uh… let his dominant side out for the first time.” She winces, looking like the emoji with all its teeth bared.
Doc stares at her a moment, his face blank before he sets his pen down. “Evelyn. You submitted to an untrained Dominant outside the club?”
She leans back a little on her cushion. “Yeeeaaahhh,” she says like a child admitting that she broke a window with her baseball.
His voice changes a little, as if he’s no longer a soothing therapist and is now something… different. “Did you inform anyone of your plans before this happened?”
“Mmm…” She lets out high-pitched hum. “Sort of. Dixie knew I was leaving with him.” She suddenly gasps, her eyes wide, and she slaps her hand over her mouth. “Shit,” she says behind her hand.
My eyes go back and forth between her and the doctor, and then it dawns on me… she had wanted to keep it a secret I had been at the club. My girl can’t lie for shit.
“It wasn’t her fault.” I sit forward, looking the man in his eyes. “She had no idea I was following her. And then I walked into the club and found out what it was.”
“Following her.” Doc’s nostril’s flare.
“Yes,” I admit without hesitation.
“Stalking her?” He sets his notepad on the table next to him, and I suddenly get the impression I need to explain things quickly and carefully before this guy gets violent. And I’m not foolish enough to think I could take him. The dude has at least fifty pounds of muscle on me.
“It wasn’t like that. I thought about her constantly, and not like an OCD intrusive thoughts kind of way, but like a guy who is totally infatuated with a pretty girl kind of way—”
Evie lets out a high-pitched squeak that sounds almost like a giggle but not quite, since she still has her hand over her mouth.
“Anyway, a quick Google search gave me her address…” I turn to her, lowering my brow and say in a scolding voice, “Really need to get you out of the white pages, baby.” I turn back to Doc. “…and I showed up to her house just to like… see what she was doing. I thought she’d just be, I don’t know, watching TV or something. I really didn’t think it through. Didn’t think about how crazy I’d look just showing up like that. All I knew was I had to see her. But when I showed up, she was leaving. And I followed her.” I deflate a little. “Jesus fuck, I sound like a creeper. Trenton was right.”
She makes that awkward giggle sound again, and I shake my head. I’ve come this far; might as well tell him the rest of it.
“I thought it would be perfect. Maybe she would just be going to a restaurant or something and I could act like I just happened to be running into her. Like, ‘Heeey, Ms. Richards. What are you doing here?’ I don’t know. Some shit like that. But then she puts on some lacy mask around her eyes and disappears behind this super ominous-looking door. So I followed her in. And that’s when I discovered what was inside.”
“There was no one checking IDs?” Doc growls.
Evie raises her hand. “I got there super early by accident. It… it had been a rough day,” she adds, and I wince, knowing it had been me who made her feel that way.
Doc turns his eyes from her back to me. “And how exactly did you know what the club was if she got there before it opened?”
“Kinda put two and two together when I climbed the stairs and saw Ms. Richards standing there in her lingerie,” I tell him, my voice flat. And the way his hands fist where his wrists rest on his crossed leg makes me narrow my eyes. “Wait a minute…” I sit back and twist so my back rests against the arm of the couch. “Have…” I look between Doc and Evie, my brows dragging together as the thought that just occurred to me fills me with raging jealousy. “Have you two—”
“No!” Evie cries, but my eyes stay locked with Doc’s.
“You were the one who introduced her to this form of ‘therapy.’ You’re part owner of this club. Does that mean you—” I see nothing but red and can’t seem to finish that sentence. “I cannot have a therapist who has fucked the woman I—”
Before I know what’s happening, Evie is straddling my lap, taking my face in her hands, and forcing me to look into her eyes instead of at Doc, who I want to murder right now even though he’s bigger than me. I’m pretty sure there’s enough adrenaline in my system right now that I could swing this whole goddamn couch at his fucking head.
“Nathaniel,” she murmurs, scooting even closer on my lap to where she’s sitting over my hips instead of my thighs. She leans forward and kisses me, and some of the red dissipates. “Baby, I’ve never been with Doc. And while I might’ve had a little crush on him when I was seventeen and thought he was super cute—”
I growl, every muscle in my body tensing and ready to attack the fucker.
“—that quickly changed when I started coming to therapy twice a week and I soon saw him more as a father-figure.”
I huff. “A father-figure who teaches you BDSM?” I sneer.
“Okay, so not so much a father-figure, but like… the only male I had in my life who taught me how to take care of myself,” she explains, and I relax marginally.
I look her in the eyes so I know… I just know she won’t be able to lie to me. “He’s never once been your Dom?”
“At the club, all submissives respect the Dominants as if they were their own. But if you’re asking if we’ve ever had a scene together, the answer is no.”
“I do not scene with my patients,” Doc speaks up, his voice calm, and I look over at him, seeing he’s picked up his notepad and pen again.
After a moment, I turn back to Evie and give her a slight nod, and she gives me one more quick kiss before sitting back on the couch, albeit keeping her legs over mine and crossing her ankles.
“For the record, Nate, if you decide to become a member of Club Alias, the man you will receive training from to become a Dominant is the same man who taught Evelyn to be a proper submissive.”
My eyes snap to his.
“Will you be able to handle knowing the fact that he’s scened with your sub?” Doc prompts.
My lips twist while I really think about that question. Could I learn something so important from a man who has fucked my girl? Would I be able to concentrate enough to be trained in this way of life while having the niggling thought in the back of my head, the image of him touching, punishing… rewarding the woman who I think of as mine?
Evie speaks up in her sweet voice, and I turn to focus on her. “If it makes a difference, he’s now super happily married with a baby on the way. He hasn’t touched anyone but her since the day he met her. Seven’s a very… hands-off kind of trainer nowadays, but he’s still the best around.”
That actually does make me feel somewhat better. I’m not one to kiss and tell, but Evie has to know it’s some of her own students she sees every day who I fucked in the past. She doesn’t seem to let that bother her, so can’t I show her the same trust and respect?
I make the decision, knowing this is the path I want my life to take. And if being trained by someone who taught Evie to be such a perfect and amazing submissive, even if that training involved him scening with her, then that’s something I’ll just have to come to terms with.
“I’ll be able to handle it. If it means learning to be the perfect Dom for Evie, I’ll do it,” I tell them both, a
nd she gives me a beaming smile.
Chapter 18
Evie
A little more than two weeks have passed since our first session with Doc. And as per Club Alias membership rules, Nathaniel must go through four sessions with him in order to be assessed thoroughly enough to be cleared to apply to be a member. It’s the owners’ way of making sure all members of the club are of safe and sound mind before they’re let loose to enjoy each other in our private oasis of forbidden fantasies come to life.
We ended the first session not long after Nate’s assurance about being trained by Seven, the Dominant in charge of teaching the new Doms and subs about the lifestyle starting from the very basics until they work their way up to big leagues. He also certifies the experienced Doms and subs, so they’re able to use all the toys and equipment available in the Club. No one who hasn’t been taught is allowed to touch something they haven’t been checked off for. We ended the session with Doc assuring me I wouldn’t lose my membership for unknowingly leading Nathaniel there, but not before I got a tongue lashing for submitting to an untrained Dom outside the club, to which I had to swear on my future children I would never do again, besides with Nate, who Doc approved of after witnessing how protective he was of me.
In the second and third sessions, we got back on track discussing systematic desensitization, and how we might’ve been on to that without even knowing what we were doing. By allowing Nate to dominate me, to give in to that side of him that he’d always feared to let loose, it exposed him to the fear, and it allowed him to see he didn’t need to be afraid of it. That’s why afterward, he didn’t have to perform his rituals, why his disorder didn’t rule and dictate his actions and mind—because basically he faced his fears and had overcome them.
But since he’s had a lifetime of dealing with OCD, doing the systematic desensitization just the one time wouldn’t suddenly “cure” him. It would take time and repeated exposure, which I was all too pleased to be of service.
We spent both weekends together, which were just as magical as the first, and it’s amazing how close we’ve gotten in such a short amount of time, spending the entire time from Friday after school until he goes back home Sunday afternoon talking and getting to know every little detail about each other’s life in between making love. Although, I do miss my Fridays at Club Alias. It’s the atmosphere though, not the company. No… definitely not the company. And I cannot wait until Nathaniel becomes a member and can go with me. Then my life will be complete, combining the best of both worlds.
School days have become like foreplay, riling one another up until we’re desperate for each other, so when Friday evening comes along, we’re tearing at each other’s clothes the moment we get to my house.
It’s getting harder and harder to wait, to resist this incredible magnetism between us, which is why, at the end of my day on a Wednesday, I find myself waiting for Nate to get out of swim practice, hidden in the shadows between two sets of lockers. Being the team captain, he told me it’s part of his duties to pick up all the equipment and is the last to leave, even after his coach, because he leads the cooldown stretches he and his teammates do at the end of practice.
I hear the loud sounds of teenage boys joking and horsing around as they burst through the doors a ways down before leaving out the set of doors that lead out into the student parking lot. Once all the noise settles down, I then hear the door open once more, along with the jingle of keys, and I peek my head out to see Nate locking the foggy glass doors to the pool.
Sneaking a look up the other end of the hallway, I make sure there are no stragglers, and just as Nate turns to make his way to the exit, I quickly tiptoe up behind him and pinch his butt cheek, letting out a maniacal giggle when he whips around with a “What the fuck!” with a furious scowl on his lips until he sees it’s me. I start backing away, a devilish grin on my face.
His instantly morphs, and he lets out a short huff of laughter, and then he’s stalking toward me. “You think you’re funny, little mouse?” he asks, his voice low and dark. I let out a squeak, spin on my toes, and take off running. I look back as I get to the intersection of hallways, seeing him chase me but not at a run. More like how the killer in a movie hunts their prey at a steady stride and somehow always catches up. But unlike the victims in those movies, I’m careful on my feet and will do all I can not to trip and fall.
With my heart racing and my adrenaline pumping, I turn the corner and sprint toward my library, where I unlocked the door before setting my plan in motion. No students had come in to use the library after school today, so there’s no one left, not even the janitor.
I’m hauling ass so fast that I literally skid to a stop in front of the library door, seeing him come around the corner of the darkened hallway and heading in my direction still using his even and long-legged stride. I let out an “Eep!” and shove through the door, running past the circulation desk and toward the wooden staircase leading to the second floor of bookcases. My lungs are screaming and my side is hurting when I’m halfway up the steps, but I push forward and make it to the top before I hear Nathaniel shove through the door.
The lights are all out, but since it’s still light outside, the evening sun comes through the wide but short windows along the top of the second story ceiling. I try to steady my breathing, long inhales and exhales through my mouth as I slink in between two rows of bookcases. I grin, hearing Nathaniel climb the stairs, purposely making each step loud as he whistles a tune, playing his part perfectly, even though we hadn’t discussed playing any type of game. He just gets me, understands what I want without me having to spell anything out. The perfect Dom to my sub. The yin to my yang.
As quietly as I can, I back up into the darkest shadows, far away from the light coming in through the windows, hearing his whistling getting closer and closer. My heart is pounding inside my chest, but I know it’s more from Nathaniel playing this cat-and-mouse game with me instead of the cardio I just got.
“Eeevelyyyn,” he singsongs, and I cover my mouth with my palm to keep from giggling, holding my breath and making my lungs feel like they’re on fire since they need me to pant for oxygen.
I step back and come up against the wall, my eyes widening at the slight sound, and I try to catch his movement somewhere in front of me.
“I hear you scurrying, little mouse,” he says, his sexy, deep voice low and promising wicked things.
I take a breath, still covering my mouth to silence the sound of it, and all I hear is the pounding of my pulse in my ears as I strain to find where he might be.
Everything has gone completely still, the library suddenly seeming eerie, a creepy feeling climbing up my spine and making me shiver. I have no idea where Nathaniel has gone. He never passed by the opening at the far end of this row of bookcases. I would have seen him in the light.
And just as I lower my hand, about to call out his name, I’m suddenly grabbed from the side, Nate’s voice rumbling, “Gotcha!” and I squeal as he picks me up. Even though I started this game and know it’s my lover who has me midair, my fight-or-flight instinct takes over, my adrenaline rushing throughout my entire body, and I push against him with all my strength, but I’m no match.
It’s so dark, and I have the feeling of flying through the air, and suddenly my back is against the wall, Nate’s powerful body pressed up against me, and my legs lock around him. I can’t see a fucking thing, so I have no time to fight when he takes both my hands and locks my wrists in one of his big mitts above my head.
“This what you want, Ms. Richards?” he drawls out my name. “You want the bad guy to chase you and fuck you in your library?” With his free hand, he reaches between us, unbuttons and unzips my slacks, and roughly shoves his hand into my panties, immediately sinking two fingers into my embarrassingly wet pussy and making me moan. “Ahhh, yeah. That’s exactly what you wanted, my dirty girl,” he whispers against my ear, sending a violent shiver throughout my entire body.
He finger-fucks me unt
il I’m circling my hips, fucking myself on his thick digits, until I know my juices have to be drenching his entire hand.
With a growl, he orders, “Unlock your legs,” and I do as he says. He lets go of my hands, and I hear rather than see him dropping his pants, so I do the same, vaguely making note that he doesn’t even seem to think about his compulsive rituals as he hikes me back up against the wall before I even have a chance to take my panties off. He acts starved for me, as if he can’t wait to have me, as if he’ll die if he doesn’t take me right here and now.
Feeling the fabric blocking his entrance, he reaches between our bodies, takes hold of the crotch of my panties, and rips them away, the elastic digging sharply into my flesh before it snaps, but my blood is fueled with so much passion that the pain feels so good, adding to the desperation I feel for the man now filling me with one smooth, rough thrust of his cock, so deep I feel him slam into my cervix, and I cry out in ecstasy.
My arms come around him, and he takes hold of my thighs with his huge hands. My feet unlock as he uses his immeasurable strength to hold me up and fuck me against the wall of my library. No… not my library. Not my cute little library I have at home, safe where no one can find us. No.
The academy’s library.
His family’s academy’s library.
Where I work.
Where he’s a student.
Where my student, my lover, pounds his long, thick, steely cock into me over and over until I’m crying out with each thrust. Because he’s not holding back. He’s not keeping his control contained like he always did before me. He’s giving me everything he’s got, and while he’s fucking into me, he’s whispering things in my ear, dirty things, sweet things, promises that he’s never going to let me go, that I’m the only one he’ll ever want.
And I come. I come so long and hard that I can’t breathe as I let out a silent scream the entire length of my orgasm.
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