It had been the right decision to bring Eveline here.
Like the rest of Le Secret, the playroom was elegantly decorated in rich colors that highlighted its distinctive purpose and was equipped with top of the range luxury tools.
To the left was an orange spanking bench and a black mesh love swing tied to suspension bars. To the right, a beautiful green Victorian cast iron bathtub took pride position on the polished oak floor, next to a tall, leather-cushion padded restraining cross and a shelf stand carrying a variety of bottles, boxes, jars, and bath towels.
Oversized mirrors lined the soundproof, velvet-paneled walls and ceiling in strategic positions, most of them angled toward the playroom’s showpiece.
Dominating the chamber was a raised platform. A king-size, black leather bondage bed with a purple studded headboard stood on it, the gold-colored metal restraints on the posts gleaming under the muted glow of the chandelier above it. Hanging off rows of stylish hooks on either side of the bed were a selection of metal, wood, leather, silk, and rope playthings designed for a Dom to restrain and stimulate a sub.
Lincoln hadn’t lied to Eveline when he told her he had some experience with BDSM. Granted it’d been on the light side and he’d only been comfortable with the D/s part of that equation. The sexual partner who’d introduced him to it was an über-confident, A-list movie star with several awards to her name. The fact that she craved domination during sex had come as a surprise to Lincoln initially. Although it wasn’t his usual kink, he’d enjoyed his time in the actress’s playroom and had come away with a deeper understanding of what turned him on.
The only thing he’d been able to think of since he’d learned of the presence of a playroom in Le Secret was how fast he could get Eveline in it.
Lincoln’s gaze settled on the back of Eveline’s head where she stood motionless a few feet ahead of him, her clutch purse gripped tightly in her right hand. He glanced at a mirror ahead and to the right and caught sight of her reflection.
His breath locked in his throat. If what he was reading on Eveline’s flushed face was correct, she was as turned on by this as he was. Lincoln knew he’d taken a heavy risk bringing Eveline here. This was pushing the boundaries of the agreement they’d come to a few days ago to its limits and he’d half expected her to refuse to even set foot in the room. She used to be a dominatrix after all, and he doubted she was used to being a submissive. The fact that she had agreed to do just that by taking his hand and entering the playroom sent a shiver of pure need down his spine.
Eveline Claude was truly unlike any woman he’d ever met before.
Lincoln’s gaze shifted to the paperwork lying on the console table next to the door. He picked up the expensive black ballpoint pen atop it and signed the two contracts.
He’d already examined the documents when Eveline’s assistant had forwarded copies to Barnaby that afternoon.
“Are those what I think they are?” Eveline said.
Lincoln looked up to find her facing him.
“Yes,” he said, holding her gaze as he slowly put the pen down. “The first is for our original agreement. The second is for the use of this—,” he glanced around, “—room.”
Eveline tilted her head slightly to the side, a cool expression washing across her face. “So, does this mean I’m your escort tonight, Mr. Hudson?”
“No,” Lincoln said.
Eveline blinked, surprise flashing in her eyes.
“I knew you would want something in writing,” Lincoln continued. He stepped toward Eveline, took the clutch purse off her, and set it on the console table.
“Like I said, I would never pay you for sex, Eveline,” he said quietly, his back to her. “I want whatever happens between us outside of dates and social occasions when I would like your company to be strictly personal.” He paused before twisting slowly on his heels to look at her once more. “Is that okay with you?”
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, I’m so close to coming right now, all he has to do is touch me and I swear I’ll go off like a fucking rocket!
If Eveline had been shocked by the fact that Lincoln knew about the playroom on the fourth floor of Le Secret and had paid the club’s full annual premium fee in advance for the privilege of accessing it, she was utterly overwhelmed by what was going on between them right now.
She’d anticipated that Lincoln and she would have their first, full-on sexual encounter at either his place or hers. She knew it was going to be incredibly torrid, filthy, sweet, and probably the most deeply satisfying sex she would ever have. She was also confident Lincoln was not going to be an exclusive missionary position kind of guy. He’d clearly shown her that when he’d shamelessly finger fucked her on his couch a few nights ago.
That they were going to have penetrative sex for the first time here, in this room designed for the most decadent and wicked of human interactions, was so astounding and yet so breathtakingly electrifying she knew she was going to be a complete hot mess by the time he finished with her. And the light blazing in Lincoln’s eyes told her he intended to keep them very busy indeed tonight.
Eveline realized Lincoln was waiting for her answer. She glanced at the contracts he’d signed, no longer surprised that he could so easily read her mind. He’d been right when he’d said she would want something in writing to secure the agreement they’d made that first night. Although the paperwork sitting on the console table now defined the clear boundaries of what was expected of both Lincoln and her for the duration of the engagement, Eveline knew they would both ignore them.
Their battle over the plot in Ginza was one thing. This, what was happening in this room right now, was another thing entirely.
Something like fear suddenly rushed through Eveline. She saw Lincoln stiffen and knew he’d picked up on the change in her mood.
“Evie?” he murmured, his husky voice laced with concern.
Eveline shuddered and closed her eyes at the diminutive of her name on Lincoln’s lips. In that moment, she finally acknowledged the startling truth she’d been blind to these past days.
Lincoln Hudson had the power to break her. Not just financially, but emotionally and physically.
No one had ever made her want the things she wanted right now with this man she barely knew, this stranger who had entered her life less than a week ago.
To surrender herself fully to another person. To submit to his will. To give him all of who she was without expectation of receiving anything in return.
Eveline knew then that she was standing at a turning point in her life. She could either run from this or run toward it.
“Talk to me, Eveline,” Lincoln said softly.
Footsteps rose ahead of her. Eveline felt Lincoln’s body heat and smelled his heady, cologne-laced scent even before she opened her eyes and saw him standing in front of her.
He raised his hands and cradled her face gently. “Hey, if you don’t want to do this, we can walk out of here right now.”
Eveline took a shallow breath and narrowed her eyes. I’m no quitter.
With that thought in mind, she rose on her tip toes, raked her fingers through Lincoln’s thick hair, and yanked his head down to kiss him.
CHAPTER 13
LINCOLN GROANED at the feel of Eveline’s lips on his.
God, I’ve missed this!
He angled her face and plundered her mouth the way he’d been dying to do all evening, sucking and kissing her for long seconds before thrusting his tongue in the silky, sweet depths past her teeth to wrap around her own hot, wet flesh.
Eveline moaned and lowered her hands to his shoulders, her fingers clenching into his jacket. The sound she made sent a bolt of electricity straight to Lincoln’s groin and reminded him why they were in this room right now.
He grabbed the back of her head, wrenched his mouth from hers, and held her jaw firmly in his grip, knowing she was ready for what was going to happen next.
“I didn’t give you permission to kiss me now, did I, Eveline?” Linco
ln growled.
Eveline’s pupils flared at his dominating tone. She bit her lip, dropped her hands from his shoulders, and lowered herself back down on her heels, excitement bringing a rosy flush to her cheeks while she leveled her gaze at his chest.
For a second, Lincoln regretted his words. He desperately wanted Eveline to keep touching him.
This isn’t about me. Tonight is all about her.
With that in mind, Lincoln let go of Eveline and slowly stepped behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her so she faced a full-length mirror to the left.
“I think I need to punish you for your impudence, don’t you, Eveline?”
Eveline’s breathing accelerated as Lincoln trailed his fingers lazily down her arms, her chest rising and falling enticingly under his heated gaze. He reached the bow securing her dress at the left side of her waist and slipped the knot free. The dress fell open, the material catching on the curves of Eveline’s full breasts.
Lincoln swallowed a groan of desire, his dick so hard he feared he was going to explode at any second. The only thing Eveline was wearing underneath was a little scrap of blue silk covering her sex.
He drew a shallow breath to calm his raging libido and hooked his index fingers in the edges of the dress where they rested atop her collarbones. Eveline shivered as he slowly peeled it off her shoulders and down her arms.
The material rustled and pooled on the floor at their feet.
Lincoln stepped back and devoured Eveline with his eyes where she stood naked before him but for her panties and her matching pumps.
Despite her slender shape, her muscles were beautifully formed and toned to perfection, the skin covering them golden and flawless. His gaze roamed the curve of her spine and the delicious globes of her ass before wandering down her long, mouthwatering thighs and calves. He looked up at the mirror facing them and perused her lush breasts and the stiff, pink nipples crowning them in the reflection, before running his eyes over the alluring dip of her waist and the flare of her hips.
A faint bruise on the outside of her left thigh drew his gaze.
Eveline’s breath shuddered out of her when he skimmed a finger over it.
“What’s this?” Lincoln murmured.
“Sandbag hit me when I wasn’t paying attention,” she said in a low voice, her gaze still not meeting his.
“Sandbag?” he repeated, puzzled.
“Kickboxing,” Eveline replied.
Lincoln blinked. “You’re a kickboxer?!”
Eveline looked at him then, fire flashing in her eyes briefly.
Lincoln shuddered. Na-huh. We can’t be having that.
He reached around and gently pinched Eveline’s right nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
She gasped and trembled, her thighs pressing together involuntarily. Lincoln’s cock did press-ups against the zipper of his pants as he watched her squirm. He knew she was already wet down there.
“I said, are you a kickboxer, Eveline?” he hissed in her left ear as he rolled and tugged on her nipple.
“Yes,” Eveline whispered in a shaky voice.
“Hmm. I’d like to see that one day,” Lincoln said. He dipped his head and bit down on Eveline’s earlobe. She trembled and arched her head to the side, offering him more access.
“But not tonight,” Lincoln purred. He nipped at the sensitive skin on the side of her neck and was rewarded with a whimper. “Tonight, I want to see you on that bed.” He took hold of her waist and turned her toward the platform in the middle of the room. “Climb on and lie on your back, Eveline.”
Eveline licked her lips before stepping toward the bondage bed.
Lincoln undid his bow tie and left it hanging loose around his neck as he watched Eveline climb onto the leather mattress. She kept her shoes on and twisted around before lying on her back, her knees slightly raised and her arms spread out to her sides while she looked straight up.
Lincoln walked slowly around the bed, aware she was looking at their reflection in the ceiling mirror. She took a ragged breath and pressed her thighs together, clearly aroused by what she was seeing.
He dragged his gaze from the enticing view and inspected the tools hanging from the hooks on the wall. He selected a belt and a chain. His gaze lingering on a red ball gag for a moment. A shiver raced across his skin.
Although the idea was alluring, he wanted to hear every sound Eveline made when they were being intimate.
And make them she will.
He stepped onto the platform. “Put your hands above your head, Eveline.”
Eveline obeyed instantly, her back arching slightly as she brought her arms up.
Lincoln secured her wrists with the belt, clipped the chain onto it, and fastened the end to a metal ring in the center of the headboard. He leaned back and inspected his handiwork. The chain had enough give for what he intended to do later. His gaze drifted from the metal links to the leather kissing Eveline’s smooth skin and all the way down her sinfully seductive body to her sexy heels.
“Look at me,” he ordered as he stared back up at her.
Eveline’s gaze shifted to him.
Lincoln stilled at the expression in her eyes. Something twisted inside his chest.
He knew then that Eveline had never done this for another man before. Never played the role of a submissive. Never willingly surrendered her body and her pleasure to another.
That realization shook Lincoln to the core while he absorbed the mix of passion, vulnerability, and anticipation he could read in the electrifying blue depths of her gaze.
It took everything Lincoln had then not to untie Eveline, lift her in his arms, and take her back to his penthouse to make love to her in his bed. His breath shuddered out of him and his fingers clenched at his sides.
But he also wanted this. This power play of dominance and submission. Craved it. And he knew that even though Eveline wasn’t used to it, she was hungering for the same thing just as badly.
Lincoln made a promise to himself then. He was going to treasure this moment and her.
CHAPTER 14
EVELINE’S HEART stuttered when she read the emotions dancing across Lincoln’s face.
She could tell he’d hesitated a moment as he’d watched her naked, vulnerable form where he’d tied her to the bed. And she didn’t think she’d mistaken the tenderness and possessiveness that had flashed in his darkening eyes.
Lincoln’s expression grew determined once more.
“Do you want this, Eveline?” he said in a hard voice.
Eveline swallowed and dipped her chin slightly, the ache between her thighs a pulsing, hungry heat yearning for release. A release only Lincoln could give her.
“I asked you a question, Eveline,” Lincoln said silkily.
Eveline shivered. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Lincoln said.
“Yes, I want this,” Eveline breathed.
“Show me,” Lincoln ordered.
Eveline blinked. Lincoln narrowed his eyes, stepped to the wall, and took a riding crop down from a hook. Her belly clenched when he headed for the foot of the bed, climbed on the mattress, and loomed over her, his left hand coming to rest by her right ear.
“I said, show me, Eveline,” he hissed.
Oh Jesus! He’s going to make me—Eveline’s passage spasmed with the faint wave of a distant orgasm—fuck, come so hard in a minute!
Eveline whimpered when Lincoln touched her left cheek with the riding crop. She spread her legs slightly, bent her knees, and rocked her hips up toward him, her heels digging into the bed.
Lincoln’s eyes blazed with burning lust as he observed the wanton move. “Nice. Do that again.”
Eveline’s lips parted on shallow pants as she repeated the undulating motion, her gaze shifting briefly to the impressive erection denting Lincoln’s dress pants.
Her attention arrowed in on his face when he moved the riding crop to her mouth. Blood pounded in her veins as he rubbed her lips sensuously w
ith the smooth leather before nudging the end of the handle in between. Eveline fluttered her eyes closed at the wicked sensation of the round shaft entering her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around it and sucked, confident it was exactly what Lincoln wanted her to do.
The color on his cheeks when she opened her eyes and looked at him told Eveline she’d been right.
“I think you deserve a reward for that,” he said gruffly.
There was a wet, popping sound when Lincoln removed the end of the whip from her mouth. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes briefly.
Eveline bit back a smile, knowing he was as close to exploding as she was. Her amusement faded in a flash when he trailed the smooth, wet leather down her throat and onto her chest. Lincoln smiled faintly and held her thrilled gaze as he rubbed the end of the handle across her stiff right nipple.
“Oh!” Eveline gasped, her fingers biting into the belt binding her wrists.
“Like that?” Lincoln purred. He repeated the movement on her left nipple.
Eveline hummed with pleasure, the erotic friction of the wet leather on her sensitive flesh sending electricity shooting through her.
Lincoln bent down and replaced the riding crop with his fingers and mouth. Eveline moaned and whimpered as he tortured her breasts, each kiss, each suck, each pinch, each tug making her passage contract with a flood of heat. So lost was she in the pleasure Lincoln was giving her, Eveline didn’t notice he’d slid the riding crop down her ribs and onto her quivering belly until he moved the leather tongue at the business end of the whip onto the mound of her sex. Eveline bit her lip as Lincoln pressed and rubbed it against her aroused folds.
“Hmm,” Lincoln hummed around her left nipple. He let go with a wet, sucking noise that made her hips rock against the leather tongue and moved up to bring his mouth to her left ear. He nipped the earlobe with his teeth. “Is it me, or is the other end of this stick getting damp too?” he murmured as he continued stroking her intimately with the riding crop.
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