by Rynne Raines
“Please,” she choked out. “I can’t wait any longer.” She needed to feel his hips thrusting, his cock pounding and claiming her.
“Soon.”
The tip of something that wasn’t his fingers or his cock pushed against her wet hole and Eve inhaled a long, steady breath. Smooth. Silky. Slightly curvy? It was definitely an anal plug Donavan was inching inside her now. Far larger than two fingers, but smaller than his cock, Eve’s ass hole pulsed and clenched around the sleek rubber. At the intense pressure, she clasped one hand around her opposite wrist on her lower back and bit her lip harder.
“Steady, sweetheart. We’re almost there.” His palm rubbed over her bottom in slow, comforting circles.
“It’s so intense,” she whispered. “I’m not sure I can take that all.”
“Maybe this will help.”
“Oh my God,” Eve jolted as the vibrations from the bullet came faster and harder. Before reaching the tail end of her moan, her ass hole accepted the remaining length of the plug, almost sucking it inside until its circular stopper pressed flush against her cheeks. Tremors carried through her fleshy internal wall and sent her into a new dimension of ecstasy. Shaking, her eyes rolled back and the muscles in her thighs tightened. She flexed her wrists and her eyes widened just seconds before a raw, uninhibited sound scraped up her throat.
“Oh—no—coming!” Her head thrashed from side to side like a woman possessed.
“No. You’re not.” The hard, sharp contact of Donavan’s palm cracked down across her ass and knew sensation exploded through her. The sting caused her ass hole and pussy to violently throb around the plug and vibrator, but he was right, she didn’t come. Instead, the tingling distracted her enough to keep her climax at bay for another few seconds.
“You’ll only come when I tell you to come,” he added in a low tone, and then followed up with another firm swat across her ass. This time he spanked her so hard Eve’s back took on an inhumane curve and she buried her face in the pillow to muffle the scream.
“Now, tell me what you want, Eve?” His voice was a harsh whisper against her ear. He was leaning over her now, the warmth of his chest and torso radiating into her back. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
Panting and reeling, Eve shook her head. “Your cock. I want you to fuck me with your cock.”
“And where do you want me to fuck you, hmm?” He reached back and gripped a handful of her ass. “Say it, Eve. I want to hear you say it.”
Could she really say such a thing out loud? Never in a million years would she have predicted begging Donavan Carver to put his cock in her ass. She continued the mental debate in her chaotic mind and he fisted his fingers in her hair . He jerked her head back and warm breath coasted over her face as he brushed his mouth lightly up and down her cheek.
“Say. It.”
Laboring short, sharp breaths and vibrating, Eve stared at the headboard and searched for her voice through relentless sensation.
“I…I want you to fuck me in the ass,” she whispered.
“Mmm, good girl.” Donavan murmured and nipped lightly at her earlobe. “Relax for me. Long exhale.”
He crouched onto his knees behind her then carefully, slowly withdrew the anal plug. Her anus throbbed with the absence of the thick rubber toy and her clit tingled as the cord from the vibrating bullet, hummed and teased her silky cleft. Desperately, she fought off wave after wave of sensation, trying hard to prevent her orgasm before he commanded it.
Beyond the hum of the vibrator, she distinctively heard the rustle of plastic before he tossed an empty condom wrapper onto the floor.
“Hurry,” she panted. “Please.”
A low, guttural groan slipped past Donavan’s lips and although he’d exhibited an endless reservoir of willpower over the last half hour, something in his tone told her that reservoir just ran out.
He snaked an arm under her tummy and Eve sucked in a harsh breath. Her heart pounded. Her thighs quivered. She was rocking on her knees now, unable to remain still as electricity sang through her tightly strung limbs.
“Don’t move,” he whispered and tightened his grip on her waist. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
At this point, she didn’t care if it hurt. She didn’t care if the entire room was on fire around them. She needed him. Now.
The instant the head of his lubed cock penetrated her tight sphincter, Eve gasped. She bit her lower lip and buried her face deeper into the pillow. The pressure was like nothing she’d ever felt—blissfully agonizing and painfully divine.
Buried to the hilt now, Donavan’s lean hips rested flush against her cheeks while his solid length throbbed inside her ass. He didn’t move for a long time. He didn’t have to. Just feeling his thick cock inside her ass drove Eve wild. In combination with the bullet vibrating inside her pussy, the man could breathe on her and she might very well burst into orgasm.
But it wasn’t only the sensations that turned her on, Eve realized now. It was the lack of control and the vulnerability such a position brought on. Being at the mercy of a man nearly twice her size excited her. It demanded a certain amount of trust—trust she had never given before. Strangely enough, she couldn’t imagine giving herself this way to anyone other than Donavan.
He leaned over her and the well-muscled wall of his abs settled over her back as he hugged her against him. Then he began to rock forward, but he didn’t draw back his hips and thrust. He rocked her body in time with his, barely letting his cock slide out an inch before arching forward and filling her again. His thighs trembled against hers and his short bursts of breath tingled between her shoulder blades. There he was again, trying not to hurt her. Enough was enough. She wasn’t some fragile doll in need of coddling.
“Fuck me, Donavan.” Eve curled her fingers back and scraped her nails hard over the wall of his abs.
“Christ, woman.” His harsh whisper became gasoline on a bonfire, fueling the inferno taking her body. He gripped a handful of her hair and jerked her head back. “Is that what you want? You want me to fuck the hell out of this tight little ass?”
“Yes! Yes,” she screamed.
Not a second more and he drew back and slammed his cock into her ass so hard the impact made her teeth rattle. Her knees wobbled as a tremor rolled through her and she barely had time to catch her breath before he pulled back and sank into her again.
“Is this what you want?” he demanded, fucking her harder.
A cry of passion bubbled in her throat and she couldn’t get out a full word to answer. Her body had suddenly gone from hot to cold and then back to hot. Just when she thought the sensation couldn’t get any more intense, he reached between her legs. Two strong fingers pushed between her pussy lips and strummed up and down her slippery cleft. The moment he flicked the tips of his fingers over her clit, she was lost. Flecks of white light exploded in front of her eyes while every muscle in her body snapped taut, including her anus.
“Oh God!” She dropped her face down against the pillow and continued to heave shattered breaths. As her sphincter erratically pulsated and throbbed around his cock, Donavan sank his fingers deeper into the soft swell of her hips and he slammed into her one last time. His ragged curse was like music to her ears—deep, rumbling, primal. Even though his shaft was incased in a thin lining of latex, she knew the exact moment the searing gush of semen burst free from his cock. His thighs vibrated against hers as his hips bucked forward in short, uneven thrusts. Eve closed her eyes. Silently, she savored the violent palpitations of both their bodies in the peak of ecstasy.
Except for the sound of ragged breathing, all was quiet. Not even the soft hum of the vibrator existed any longer. Sometime between her orgasm and his, Donavan had clicked it off and removed it. She hadn’t even noticed.
Was it like this every time, she wondered as the haze inside her head began clearing. Would submitting to a man always leave her trembling in orgasm and glowing like a hundred watt bulb? No, Eve thought, answering her own question
. It was submitting to Donavan that made her feel this way. After tonight, when she obtained the key and walked out the door, she would never feel this way again. Her chest constricted and she stirred beneath the weight of his body stretched atop hers, suddenly needing to put some distance between them.
“Don’t. Move.” he growled.
“I think I should go clean myself up a little,” she said deciding the excuse was as good as any.
“I think you think too much.”
Eve felt his smile spread against her shoulder and couldn’t help but soften to it. Maybe he was right. Maybe she did think too much. Had there ever been a time in her life when she lived for the moment without worrying about consequences or the aftermath of her actions?
Donavan eased them into a spooning position and draped one of his muscular thighs over her legs, locking her in place. Apparently the decision was made. She wasn’t going anywhere. Placated, Eve nestled back against his sweat, slick chest and closed her eyes tighter.
For now, she wouldn’t think about the repercussions of her actions or how she would have to somehow manage a professional working relationship with a man who had fucked her in the most dominating position she knew existed. No, she would enjoy the strong beat of his heart pounding between her shoulder blades in time with her own rapid pulse. She would enjoy the way his arms fit so perfectly around her. It might not have been a good idea to share such an intimate gesture with a man she planned on deserting in less than twenty-four hours. Regardless, Eve let him hold her.
Chapter Five
Donavan stood alone in the hallway outside the door of studio seven, toying with the room’s lone key between his fingers. He would only be gone a few minutes. Fifteen at most. However, if Eve decided to end their agreement prematurely even after the pleasure they’d shared, fifteen minutes was plenty of time to make a quick getaway.
No. He couldn’t risk it. He was nowhere near finished with her.
On the wall behind him, a pewter wall sconce omitted the light necessary to locate the keyhole beneath the doorknob. With precision, Donavan slid the key inside and turned. When the deadbolt slammed into place, he paused with his hand still on the key and fell into limbo with his thoughts.
Why not hire an armed guard to watch the door? Or better yet, go back inside and chain her to the armoire! Now, that doesn’t sound insane at all, does it?
Donavan swore softly and leaned his forehead to the door.
Oh yeah, it sounded insane all right. It didn’t sound anything like his style at all. Normally after a few rounds of gratifying sex with a woman, it was him searching for an escape route. Not the other way around.
Sighing, he roughly dragged a hand through his hair. Something was happening to him. Eve was happening to him. He couldn’t deny they were good together. Her submissive nature sang to his dominant disposition like no woman before her. She frustrated him, challenged him, and kept him on his toes. She was passionate and cunning yet possessed a strong sense of vulnerability. And, she had secrets. That just made her more interesting to him. Eve Morgan was like a complex puzzle he was dying to solve. One he was determined to solve. Finding mutual pleasure in the process, well, that was a bonus.
Donavan started down the hall toward Eden’s sex toy and lingerie boutique. He put one shoulder into a set of double doors and entered inside the toyshop. The fragrance of rosehips and lavender drifted through the elegantly styled store from a few small sticks of incense burning in a jar on top of the glass service counter. Behind it, a woman sat perched on a tall leather stool. At least he assumed it was a woman from the freshly manicured nails tapping against the tabloid magazine she held in front of her face. She didn’t greet him or offer her assistance, but he didn’t need her to. He knew exactly what he was looking for and headed straight for it.
If Eve was to accept her true nature and call him Master by the end of the gala, there was no room for error. He needed to discover her trigger, the root of all that fueled the submissive in her. Although he had an inkling of what that might be, if he was wrong it could drive her back inside her defensive shell. Maybe forever, he thought making his way around the store, collecting the items he needed and stacking them in his arms.
Apparently engrossed in the lifestyle of the rich and famous, the woman behind the counter didn’t hear his approach. Irritated and on a time limit, Donavan set his items on the counter and loudly cleared his throat. The woman jumped and the magazine flew out of her hands, landing smack dab on top of his merchandise with a thud.
The instant Donavan saw her face, he narrowed his eyes.
“I should’ve known it was you when I saw that slime magazine. You’re the only woman I know who’s still enthralled with the plights of Brangelina and their collection of children.” He braced his palms on the glass counter and pinned his best friend’s wife with a pointed stare. Seemingly flustered, Caitlyn fumbled to pick up her magazine and sat up straighter on her stool.
“Uh…Donavan, what a nice surprise,” she said, and then cleared her throat. “I didn’t think Evan or I would be seeing you this weekend.”
As Eve’s best friend, Donavan knew Caitlyn would be aware of his and Eve’s childish bet. She would also know Eve cheated to win and didn’t tell him.
“You mean, you didn’t think you’d be seeing me without a collar around my throat?” He arched an eyebrow and Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed as she began fidgeting with her pale blonde hair.
“I—I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You’re about as poor a liar as Eve. I already know the truth. Eve confessed everything. Not without a little persuasion of course, but she eventually broke.” He shook his head, annoyed she didn’t warn him about the bet being fixed even when it would land him on his knees. “Christ, I gave the toast at your wedding, Cait.”
“I know. I know. Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied but I was only doing it to protect Eve.”
Protect Eve? From a stupid bet?
“Protect her from…me?”
“Yes, of course from you.”
Donavan was silent a moment. He didn’t think of himself as the type of man a woman needed protecting from, let alone a woman he cared for and respected as much as Eve.
“Well, not only from you.” Caitlyn winced. “When we made up the little lie, Eve didn’t want to risk her professional reputation on any Dom especially ones notorious for loving em’ and leaving em’. It just made sense to let everyone believe she was a Mistress.”
Finally. The truth.
“Oh Caitlyn,” Donavan smiled, “I could kiss you right now but because your husband is freakishly large and has a horrible temper, I’ll restrain myself.”
“What? Wait—Oh my God, you didn’t know.” Caitlyn gasped. “You were talking about Eve confessing about the bet—shit, she is going to kill me.”
“Calm down.” He set his hand on the two of hers twisting and wrenching her magazine into a tattered mess. “It’s not as if I didn’t already know Eve wasn’t a real Mistress. I just didn’t know why she was lying about it.”
“Please. Please don’t tell her I told you,” she pleaded.
“Relax,” he soothed. “I won’t tell her but I still don’t understand why you would think she needs protection from me. You’re a perceptive woman, you must know I care about her.”
“Of course I know. I’m not blind.”
“Well then?”
“Whether you care about her or not, you have no idea what she’s been through in her life or the things that have made her who she is. Yes, she puts up a strong front but deep down whether she looks it or not, Eve is vulnerable.” Caitlyn sighed and shook her head. “I shouldn’t be telling you this but by the rumpled condition of your clothing, I see things between you and Eve have already escalated past the point of no return.”
Donavan glanced down at the wrinkled shirt only half tucked into his slacks. Point taken.
Caitlyn leaned across the counter and gestured a hand for him to come
closer.
“Do you know that Eve’s mother, Madylin, is an alcoholic?”
“She mentioned it. Yes.”
“Well when Eve was growing up, Madylin rarely held a job for more than a few weeks at a time, which led to a series of eviction notices, unpaid bills, and moving around a lot. Eve took on responsibilities that no child should have to take on. In order to survive she was forced to step into the shoes her mother left empty and learn how to cope. But that’s not the worst part, there were times Madylin was so hard up for money to pay for her habit she would bring men home…clients rather.”
A knot formed in Donavan’s gut and his knuckles went stark white. He did not like where this was heading.
“Eve would lock herself in her room at night but she told me, she could still hear what was going on. Thankfully instead of falling into the pattern her mother set out before her, Eve was determined to make a better life for herself, no matter what it took. So if Eve’s a bit of a control freak it’s because she feels she has to be in order to stay safe.”
Donavan let out a slow, steady breath. Though he didn’t like what he was hearing, it was better than the alternative ending his own imagination had conjured up.
“Did you know Eve worked two jobs to put herself through law school? All the while, she lived in this one bedroom shack, studying mostly on her breaks and on the bus ride to and from her apartment each day.”
He searched his mind and recalled seeing Eve once in the middle of the night at the college library, her nose stuffed in legal text. At the time, he remembered thinking she was just an anal perfectionist who didn’t know how to relax. Now he realized she was forced to study in the middle of the night.
“No, I didn’t know that,” he murmured.
“She’s fought for everything she has, Donavan. Her career means everything to her. She unintentionally associates it with all the things she has now that she didn’t have before—safety, consistency, freedom from the life she lived as a girl.”
