Surprise crossed his face. “Are you now?”
She nodded. “Though, if I’m entirely honest, that was the best punishment in the world, and the results probably more than make up for the discomfort of waiting that long to come.”
He smiled. “Mmhmm.”
“I think I can get up now.”
“Okay. Slow and easy, now.”
They slowly sat up, and he helped her from his lap to sit beside him on the towel, which was also wet. Fucking hell. Just how much had she come?
“That was... impressive,” he said, his voice holding awe. Pride. His grin made her shiver.
“That’s certainly one word for it.”
“Had enough, minx? I know we didn’t do much exploring outside this room, but if you’re ready to go home, I completely understand.”
She shook her head. “No way. You haven’t even seen hell yet.”
He chuckled. “Why am I not surprised?”
He helped her stand, and they cleaned up. She used a clean towel to wipe down her legs and slipped off her soaked panties. She slid them into their duffel bag.
“You are not walking around the rest of the night without underwear on,” he commanded.
“Unless you brought me another pair, I most certainly am.” Her ass was starting to burn. As she’d pulled her underwear off, she’d finally begun to feel the effects of that much flogging.
He glared at her. “Your ass cannot take another flogging like that, minx. So behave.”
The warning in his voice was clear. Don’t you tell me what my ass can or cannot take. She was smart enough to keep the challenge to herself. He was right. Even if she didn’t want to admit it. She couldn’t take any more of that. So, she said nothing.
He sighed. “You may not bend over. At all.”
She nodded.
“Aside from the fact that full nudity is against the rules... I don’t want that on display for the entire club to see.”
“Why not?”
He growled. “Because it’s mine.”
She shivered. Fuck.
She also didn’t deny it. The proclamation sat there between them in the small softly lit room. His. She wasn’t allowed to bend over and show the world her ass, or her core. Because they were his.
“Water,” she croaked.
She needed water. And maybe some fresh air. She wanted to tell him no. That it wasn’t his. That she didn’t belong to him like that. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t say those things, because they weren’t true. She did belong to him. And the reality of that crashed through her in terrifying clarity.
He gathered their things, tossed the used towels into a small hamper that was on the side of the room, and led her back out to the rest of the club, a possessive hand on the small of her back.
She spent the rest of their time in the club in a bit of a daze. They went back to the bar and hydrated thoroughly, watching the main stage performance, and Leo kept a possessive hand on her at all times, never letting her go more than an arm’s length from him. He nuzzled her, held her close, as they wandered from room to room, watching scenes and enjoying the thrum of sexual energy around them.
She was tempted to take a turn on the cross, but as the night went on, the warmth in her ass grew. It wasn’t painful, really, but a soft burning ache that reminded her of how naughty she’d been, how contrite she was afterward, so desperate to come she couldn’t think straight. The reminder was like a warm blanket. Helping her to know who was in control of her body. Letting her know, without a doubt, that she was well-cared for here. That she belonged to Leo. Her Mister.
When she couldn’t take any more, when the need for more grew too much, she nuzzled into Leo and whispered, “Take me home, Sir. Take me home and fuck me until we can’t breathe. Please.”
Without a word, Leo led her to retrieve her sweater, and then out to the car. She placed the sweater down on the seat, and sat on top of it, lest she leak onto the car seat. She hissed once her full weight was on her ass.
Leo glanced at her, concern on his face. But she just closed her eyes, slid back against the seat, and sighed as the burn of pain coursed through her, slicing through her pleasure, heightening it. She moaned as she rubbed herself against the seat.
Chuckling, Leo drove them home.
She was a vision. The minute they stepped over the threshold, he’d been on her. Shoving her back against the wall, hand at her throat, mouth on hers. Devouring her. The need to consume her driving his every movement. She’d wanted him to fuck her until they couldn’t breathe. And he was going to do just that.
He turned her in his arms, spread her legs, raised her skirt, and rubbed himself against her ass. She hissed as he rubbed against her red sensitive flesh. She shivered against him, moaning.
“More,” she demanded, in an entirely not submissive way.
He rubbed against her harder, faster. He undid his pants and shoved them and his boxers down his hips. Rubbing his bare cock against her made him groan. He was so painfully hard he could barely take it. He had to have her. Now. All of her.
He barely remembered to put on a condom before he shoved his way up and inside her, all the way to the hilt, making them both cry out. She clamped her inner muscles around him. Heaven. She was heaven. And hell. And sin. All rolled into one. He held her against the wall by a fist in her hair, yanking just enough to make her moan, and he fucked her hard, and deep and fast. He wasn’t going to last, but he couldn’t stop.
She bucked against him, straining, trying to move even while he held her down. “Stay. Still.”
His command sent a visible shiver through her body and drove his pleasure ever higher. He shoved up and in, deep. Hard. His legs burned; his balls ached. And just as he was about to come, he stopped, buried inside her body.
He pressed his chest into her back, stilling her small movements. She whimpered. He used his free hand to trail down the side of her body, over the curve of her ass. She sucked in a breath as he cupped her ass cheek. He’d seen how red she was before he’d driven himself deep inside her.
And that sight was unmatched. He’d left his mark on her. Branded her as effectively as if he’d burned her skin. Made her his. Somewhere in that club, things had changed. The past few months had been good. Balanced. But tonight. Tonight, they had changed. They had gone from good to out of this world.
He rubbed over her ass, making her whimper. “Please, Sir.”
And she was calling him Sir. “Please, what, minx?”
“Please don’t stop. Please don’t ever, ever stop.”
He squeezed her ass. She yelped and then groaned. Her body slumped against him. He used his hand in her hair to tilt her head to the side, so he could nip and suck on her neck.
Her body quaked against his. He swiveled his hips, gyrating against her ass, his cock moving deep inside her. She moaned. He gave her ass another squeeze and tugged harder on her hair. She’d shown him just how much she liked pain. Just how much she could take while he was having his way with her. And it was... a lot.
He bit down hard on her neck, making her cry out and buck against him. “Come for me, minx.”
He kept one hand in her hair and used the other one to travel around her front, finding her swollen clit, so wet and aching for his touch. He played with her there, softly at first, and began to move in and out of her weeping sheath. Out a few inches, then back in. Deep, and slow, until she was begging him in earnest.
“Leo, damn it, fuck me! Please. Please. If you want me to come, you have to make me.”
He fought the urge to laugh, increasing his pace, both inside her and with his hand. And he resumed kissing and sucking on her neck, scraping his teeth against her and then licking away the sting. She bucked against him, her body going wild, riding his hand, shoving him deeper inside her. She was going to come soon, but not before he was done with her. He’d told her to come, knowing full well that this keyed up, this many orgasms in, she wouldn’t be able to finish without more.
“Ha
nds on the wall,” he ordered, his voice barely more than a growl. He released her hair and her clit, and she whimpered, but she put her hands flat on the wall, arching forward, giving him better access. He took her hips in his hand and slammed into her over and over again, watching her red ass clench and release as she took him. As she took everything he had to give.
When he ordered her to come again, driving deep and hard into her, rubbing the head of his cock over that small ridge inside her core, she shattered, careening over the edge and taking him with her.
Chapter Twenty-Six
It took her a full twelve hours of sleep before Evangeline could move the next day. And when she awoke, warm and comfortable in Leo’s arms, she lay there, breathing deep and even, not wanting to leave their little cocoon. Not willing to go back to the real world. The real world in which she was going to push this man out of her life. For both their goods. She had to stop this. It had been long enough. Her training wheels had to come off. She was starting to feel for Leo. Deeply.
It was bound to happen at some point. They were living together, they were sleeping together, they were sharing in an almost complete power exchange relationship. Feelings had been inevitable. Why hadn’t she seen that until now? Because she’d thought it impossible. Six and a half months ago, when she’d buried her Benson, she’d been convinced she’d never feel anything again.
But then Leo had happened.
She snuggled back against him and he moaned. “Mmm. Good morning, minx.”
They hadn’t shared a bed in all this time, not overnight. Even if they fell asleep after one of their late-night sessions, Leo always went back to his room afterward. It wasn’t as if Charlotte wasn’t aware they were sleeping together. But it had been better for them to each have their own space. Until last night. Something had shifted between them, and now she wasn’t sure if she should regret taking him to The K Club. She didn’t want to regret it.
“Morning,” she said, rubbing her body against his. She was still exhausted, but in the best possible way.
“Stop that, now. There will be absolutely none of that today. You need to recover.”
She pouted at his proclamation, but as he reached down and rubbed gently over her ass, she thought better of teasing him. She was sore.
She stopped moving.
“You okay?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Good.” He stopped caressing her ass and pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder. “So, nothing strenuous today. You’re not the only one who needs some recovery time,” he said. She could hear the smile in his voice. He may have used her body until she couldn’t stand up, but he’d pushed himself to the same point. There was something nice about that. She relished the idea that she got to him as much as he got to her. He might have all the power in this relationship, but that didn’t mean she didn’t revel in the reality of his being just as sore as she was.
“Agreed.”
He chuckled then. “That wasn’t a suggestion. And no matter what buttons you push today, I’m not going to punish you. I will of course keep track, so proper punishment can be meted out when we’re both feeling up to it.”
“Yes, Mister.” She would expect nothing less. But right now, even she didn’t want to be bratty. “I know we showered right before bed, but I kind of feel like I need another one.” They’d barely been upright last night, but they had needed to shower after that much filthy fucking. But the thought of a nice long hot shower now had her finally ready to get out of the warmth of his arms, and this bed. She would allow herself to indulge this weekend. Next week, it was time to show Leo he didn’t really belong here. To remind him what he was missing and send him home. But right now, she wasn’t going to think about that.
“Sounds good. Why don’t you go get in. I’ll be there in a minute. But I meant it, Evangeline, you will behave. Or I will go shower by myself.”
She slid from the bed, and her entire body protested at the movement. Her ass hurt, her thighs burned, her clit ached from overuse, her sheath as well. “Oh, yeah. Behaving. That’s absolutely what’s going to happen today. Because if you come anywhere near me with that cock of yours, I’m going to punch you,” she declared. And she meant it.
He laughed. “I’ll even let that one slide.” But his face lost its amusement quickly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine!”
She turned to gingerly walk in the bathroom and he swore. She stopped and looked at him over her shoulder. “What?”
“Your ass is bruised.”
She looked down, but she couldn’t really see. She’d never been bruised from sex before. She turned her back to the mirror on the one side of the room and sure enough, the small round globes of her ass had spots of purple in several areas. She grinned.
She couldn’t help it. Leo was silent, staring at her sullenly. She rolled her eyes again but couldn’t stop smiling at him in the mirror.
“You’re... happy about this?”
She shrugged. But she couldn’t deny it. She felt glad to have been marked by him. She’d enjoyed every one of those lashes last night, even in the throes of frustration, even as her body was begging for release. She’d loved every second of their session. Did this make her weird? This couldn’t be that weird, right? She would have to find someone to ask. She didn’t really have any submissive friends.
He got up and stalked toward her. She couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through her, the quiver between her legs. And she ached so badly that even the hint of arousal was uncomfortable. When he reached her, he spun her around so he could examine her ass. She let him, standing there, subjecting herself to his scrutiny, still smiling. When he stood, he cupped her face with one hand, and wound the other around her back. He pulled her close and kissed her, darkly, deeply, making her shiver and then wince as her body protested. He pulled back and laid his forehead against hers. He stared at her for a long moment. His eyes so full of emotion she could almost weep. Possession and something sweeter, something deeper, tinted his gaze. The look there made her breath catch.
“That’s it. That one kiss is all you can have from me today, minx.”
She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. She wanted more. But she could not handle more. And they both knew it. She would break. She took a shuddering breath.
“You also have a nasty hickey.”
She’d been too busy looking at her ass in the mirror to notice much of anything else. He spun her then, back toward the mirror, and held her hair up. She turned her head to the side, revealing a dark wine-colored hickey covering the left side of her neck. Good thing she didn’t have to go back to work for a few days. She just grinned harder.
“Stop,” he warned, catching her gaze in the mirror.
“Sorry.” But she wasn’t. Not really.
“Mmhmm.”
Clearly, she wasn’t fooling him either. They both knew she wasn’t sorry.
“I think perhaps a bath might be a better option than a shower. Maybe with some Epsom salts. Unless it’s too uncomfortable for you to sit in the tub.” He released her hair and rubbed her arm.
“That sounds like it’s worth trying,” she said. Her voice was still not quite back to normal. “And maybe some tea.”
He nodded. “I’ll go put the kettle on while you fill the tub.”
“Okay.”
The look he gave her was the oddest mix of pride and pain. He was happy to see his marks on her, she could tell, but there was something else too, still some shame that he’d put them there. She smiled at him and resisted the urge to kiss him until he realized that he hadn’t hurt her. Not really.
His reaction this morning just drove home the realization she had been trying to put off: they couldn’t keep this up. Not the way they had been. He was never going to believe her fully. Never going to realize that he wasn’t hurting her. That he wasn’t too much for her.
There was only one way she’d ever be able to do that: she had to be on her own two feet. She ha
d to be herself. To figure out who that person was. After that, if she could bear his potential rejection, maybe she would try to convince him she could handle what she clearly wanted and needed from a relationship now. But right now, she had to let Leo go.
“I’ll bring you your tea,” he said, and then he pulled on some shorts, and walked out of the bedroom. She watched him go, a sudden lump in her throat.
After this week, they needed to part ways. No matter what she had to do to make sure it happened.
***
What a glorious weekend. Leo was still replaying the highlights from it the following Saturday.
Last weekend, he’d made sure to take extra care of both of them. There had been nothing but snuggles and food and a fountain of things to drink, movies, books, and quiet. They hadn’t really even talked all that much, just spent the day doing normal random stuff together.
After such a night of debauchery, the juxtaposition had done his head in. And so had seeing the bruises and hickey on his minx. Marking her as his.
Her reaction to those marks... it was almost enough to make him believe she could be his in truth. Sunday, they’d indulged in more playtime, but gentler this time. Then he’d gone to get Charlotte at the airport, and there was too much distance between him and Evangeline again. They’d fallen back into the same routine they’d been in for months once Monday morning came. His setting out clothes for her, issuing her orders for the day by text so she’d see them as soon as she woke, him cooking breakfast and preparing a lunch for her to take. During the day, he’d resumed Charlotte’s self-defense lessons, and found new ways to torture his minx at night.
She isn’t yours, he reminded himself again. He wanted her to be. More than he’d wanted anything in his life. Even though the guilt of that realization was unbearable. If Benson had had any idea that Leo might feel like this, his brother never would have asked this of him. Because he was supposed to be here to help her. To see her through her grief. Not to take her for his own. That wasn’t in the plan. Benson wouldn’t have wanted that. He knew what kind of Dom Leo was. He never would have subjected Evangeline to the full brunt of his dark side.
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