Water rippled and gently sloshed around them. She moaned when she discovered if she arched her pelvis forward she could drag her clit across his lower abdomen.
“Uh-uh,” Lucian warned. “You’re not to make yourself come.” When she paused and looked at him in confusion, he explained, “Your pleasure’s mine to give. You don’t take it without my permission.”
Her lips formed the sweetest little petulant pout. “Who says?”
“I say.”
Her mouth opened to argue, but he swept up and kissed away her protests. As her motions became surer, she became lost in the experience. Her throat worked as her neck elongated. Her hair formed an auburn cloud behind her slender shoulders, the ends swirling over the surface of the water. She was as enchanting as a mermaid. With every gesticulation of her body she learned a bit more about her sexuality.
All that was needed was one hard thrust and he could come, but he held off, wanting her to take this time to become comfortable with their coupling. It was important that she learn her own body’s likes and dislikes as well as his own.
Her skin prickled with goose bumps. The water had cooled substantially from the time they first climbed into the tub. “Hop up. I want to turn you so I’m behind you.”
“But . . .”
“Shh, do as I say.”
She pouted, but obliged. Good girl.
With their combined maneuvering she settled back on his length, now facing away from him. Holding her breasts and pulling her damp back to his front, he guided her up and down. Lucian scooted lower, angling himself into her and reached for the hand held showerhead. He turned on the faucet and adjusted the temperature of the water.
She had lost a bit of her rhythm in the new position. Once the lever turned, water flowed from the shower massager. Setting the dial to pulse he lowered it under the water. His hand went to her belly and anchored her back to his chest. Sliding lower, he splayed his fingers over her pussy lips, exposing the little bud of her clit.
The moment he directed the flow of water to her clit she jerked in his arms. “Stay put.” His arm tightened over her as he fit the fast pulsing flow over her bud.
“Lucian! It’s too much!”
Her knees trembled and her cunt locked down on his cock hard. Her cries echoed off the tiled walls as she came, her channel gripping him like a hot vise. Relentlessly, he continued to torture her hard, little clit. Every part of her came alive. The muscles in her ass tightened over his hips. Her legs trembled and her entire body quaked.
She screamed out one climax after another. The sharp edges of her nails bit into his arms. His hand rapidly shook the massager over her pussy, adding another degree of stimulation. When she came the fourth time her body practically shot out of the water.
Lucian released the impromptu chrome sex toy and moved over her, guiding her hands to the lip of the tub and pressed his over hers, locking her in place. Cool air blanketed his back as he rose out of the water and drove into her. It didn’t take long after how hard she had gripped him through her last orgasm. As he thrust into her his release bubbled up and suddenly shot into her. Amazingly, beautifully, she came again on the coattails of his own release.
He thrust into her once more, as was becoming his wont and their bodies sagged into the water as one. Hers was lax, drained from her multiple climaxes. Lucian cradled her in his arms and dragged a sheaf of her now wet hair away from her face and kissed her deeply, pouring all of his emotion into it.
She panted. Whispering against his lips, she smiled. “You’re going to kill me. We can’t do that again for at least twenty-four hours.”
Lucian chuckled. “We’ll see. I’ll just have to be gentle. I don’t think I can go more than a few hours without being inside of you.”
Chapter 37
Squeeze
Gradually increasing the pressure of a bind
Needing to get out of the condo for a bit, Lucian took Evelyn to a privately owned sushi restaurant off the main line.
“It’s like cat food,” she said, poking the sashimi with a chopstick. The waiter took pity on her and wrapped her chopsticks with a rubber band like he’d seen done before for children.
Lucian laughed. “It’s a notch above cat food, I should hope.”
Her lip curled. “If you can afford to have someone cook for you, why wouldn’t you? I don’t see how this is appetizing.”
Reaching over the tray of ginger and spices, he plucked up the piece of fish she continued to poke and popped it in his mouth. Her throat flexed as if even watching someone eat uncooked fish was unsavory to her.
When he swallowed, he placed a piece of tempura on her plate. “Here, try this. It’s cooked.”
She eyed it cynically. “What is it?”
“Crab. If you like a little spice, try dipping it in this. There’s wasabi in it though, so be careful. Even a dab can make your eyes water.”
She clumsily lifted the piece to her lips and nibbled. Lucian chuckled when the roll fell apart. She cupped her palm under the sprinkling of white sticky rice and cucumber. With a huff, she dropped the mess onto her plate and put her chopsticks down with a click. “This is too much work.”
They laughed throughout dinner. Evelyn enjoyed the vegetarian roll the most because it didn’t include fish, only a wrap of raw vegetables. He offered her some Japanese beer, but limited her consumption, keeping in mind she was not yet accustomed to drinking much.
“Do you really not know when your birthday is?”
She sipped the glass of beer and shook her head. “Nope. I’ve never had a birthday either, made up or otherwise. I think it would be nice to blow out candles and make a wish.”
Lucian’s heart ached for her. Such a simple statement, but so telling of the kind of existence she’d led. “I intend to make that happen. Pick a date and we’ll declare it your birthday from here on.”
A tight little smile formed at her lips. The outside edges of her eyes creased with contained joy. “Really?”
“Really. We’ll have a great celebration with cake and candles and presents galore.”
Her eyes took on a dreamy wonderment, and she tapped the space between her upper lip and her nose with her petite finger. “When’s your birthday?”
“October eighth.”
“Can I pick January eighth, then?”
“You can pick whatever you want.”
A smile bloomed on her face. “That’s what I pick, January eighth. Can we get balloons?”
Lucian considered her request. “I suppose we can arrange for balloons.”
Her mouth opened as she gazed at him, smile still fresh on her face. He thought she would say something, but then the waiter came to drop off the check, interrupting the moment.
On the drive back to Patras, she lounged into his side. Lucian found himself always touching her. His fingers played with a strand of her hair, and he watched it turn shades of dark copper under the passing lights and the glow of the moon seeping through the skylight.
“How do you feel about coming to my home with me for the next two weeks until Christmas? I’d like you to meet my sisters, and we’d be closer to your mother. If she’s doing better and ready for visitors, maybe we could visit with her.”
She shifted and looked at him. “You’re leaving?” Vulnerability showed in her eyes. He squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.
“Not if you’d rather stay. Just because I’m not always in the city, Evelyn, doesn’t mean you’ll be out on the street. I promise you’ll never be without a place to stay again.”
“Lucian,” she said reluctantly. “What we have right now, it won’t always be this easy. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like the way things are, but people grow apart. You can’t expect us to last forever and it isn’t safe for me to expect you to always be responsible for me.”
“I want to be responsible for you.”
“But you can’t. I need to be accountable for myself.”
“Evelyn, there’ll be ups and there’ll be downs. It’s part of every relationship. You have to roll with the punches and cross those bridges when they come. Worrying about problems that don’t yet exist is useless. As long as we’re always honest with each other and communicate when something’s bothering us, I have no doubt we can work through anything. Now, tell me you’ll come home with me for Christmas.”
Lucian sensed her doubt in his words. He was coming to learn that Evelyn doubted a lot in her life and didn’t place her trust in anyone but herself. It was difficult for her to depend on others. She smiled, but it wasn’t her true smile. Time would convince her.
“All right. I’ll come home with you.”
When they returned to the condo, Lucian carried her to the bed. He slowly stripped her of her dress, leaving her in nothing but her stockings and shoes. She shook as he dropped to his knees in front of her and licked from the tops of her lace-covered thighs over her exposed flesh and teasingly close to her sex.
“Lucian,” she whimpered, balancing her hands on his shoulders.
“Has it been twenty-four hours yet?” he teased, biting the sweet swell of her hip.
She groaned impatiently. “You’re doing this on purpose!” Her petite heel stomped into the carpet.
“If you want something, Evelyn, all you have to do is ask for it.” He sat back on his heels and fondled the strap of her garter. Her lips stubbornly pressed together, and he sighed. “Since when are you shy?”
“I’m not. I just don’t know how to ask for . . . that.”
Holding back a laugh, he said, “That’s simple. Just repeat after me. Lucian . . .”
She smirked and repeated, “Lucian . . .”
“Only you can bring me satisfaction. Your talented tongue is comparable to the mouths of gods. Please lick my sweet pussy and make me come.”
She laughed long and hard. It was a beautiful sound, so free, almost childlike. “I am not saying that. You aren’t quite ranking with the gods. ‘King’ is where I draw the line.”
“Is that so?”
He grabbed her around the waist, and she folded over his shoulder in a fit of giggles. He smacked her ass and dragged her to the floor. His mouth took possession of hers, each of them laughing over the other’s lips. “I’ll take that as a challenge.”
He kissed down her body quickly, nipping at her tempting breasts, swirling his tongue in the shallow indentation of her belly button. Wrenching her thighs apart, he found her pussy glossed with honey and waiting for his touch. He lifted her to his mouth and licked from the tight pucker of her anus, through her slit, and to her clit. Her taste was spectacular. She moaned and pressed her body to his mouth, all signs of humor gone and now replaced with desire.
Bracing her thighs in the gap between his thumbs and fingers, Lucian thumbed her opening wide. His tongue stabbed in and out of her. He couldn’t get enough of her sweet taste. He loved the way her clean folds tasted under his lips, and he made a mental note to schedule another salon visit for her soon. He was sure Patrice would appreciate it.
As he toyed with her clit and licked at her tight little cunt, his mind wandered. He considered how Evelyn would feel about a woman like Patrice kissing her here. The thought made him incredibly hot, but then surprisingly displeased him. While he had no interest in fucking anyone other than Evelyn, the exhibitionist in him rallied at the idea of fucking her in front of her lusty friend, yet something about sharing Evelyn with anyone no longer sat well with him.
His mouth traveled down to the tight rosette of her anus, and he tongued the little knot. She practically leapt out of his grip.
“Stay,” he growled and continued to seduce the tiny hole because he knew it unnerved her. She settled obediently, although he could tell her conscience warred with her desire. Under his gentle ministrations there was no doubt that Evelyn enjoyed some light anal play. He intended to school her in all the wonderful pleasures that could come of such things.
Lucian fed his index finger into her wet pussy and she moaned, her body rocking into his hand. He was in no rush. It was important she learn to savor the journey and control her body’s reactions. He’d teach her tolerance of the most excruciating pleasures in the weeks to come. Excitement jittered through his bones.
Withdrawing his dewy finger, he glided it to her back entrance. She tensed as he pressed into the tight opening. “Relax.” He teased her rosette and reminded, “You have a safe word. Do you want to use it?”
Slowly, she shook her head, hooded crystal eyes meeting his challengingly. She grunted quietly at the subtle intrusion.
“Push, Evelyn. Press into my touch and your body will accept me.” She squeezed her eyes closed. “You can do this, baby, push.”
Her eyes opened as the endearment was whispered from his lips. She was breathtaking in that moment, watching him with brave, lust-filled silver eyes. Her need was evident in the tang of her scent, the arch of her spine, and the seductive curve of her plush mouth. Biting down on her plump lower lip, determination setting her features, she pressed down on his finger.
The tip of his finger slipped past the delicate tissue and penetrated her hole, sinking deep, and she whimpered. His finger and thumb clamped down over the wall separating the digits, and glided in and out in tandem. His arousal became a fire burning in the wild, unable to be contained.
Lucian blanketed her with his strength and held her there as he took her body places her mind likely couldn’t follow. He pinched down on the swollen bud of her sex, and her jaw locked as her neck curved. Eyes forced shut, she breathed through the intense orgasm as he fucked his fingers inside of her. Flutters of untried muscles pulsed against his digit as he held it inside of her.
“Feel it, Evelyn. Adjust to it. You need to get used to it so you’re ready for my cock in the weeks to come. I plan on taking every bit of you and filling every virgin hole you have with my come. I’ll show you how to accommodate me here, how to suck my cock, and how to enjoy every minute of it while pleasing me.”
Her rapid breathing was loud. He was pushing her. Lucian rewarded her submission with a few quick licks over her clit. She moaned and writhed. His finger withdrew from her tight hole and plunged back in. This time her resistance was less. He continued to torment her clit, whispering words of love over her tenderized flesh as he kissed, nibbled, and sucked, all the while driving his finger in and out of her ass.
When he plunged two fingers from his other hand into her sex and pulled her clit tight between his lips, flicking the bud with his tongue, it became evident that her pain transcended to pleasure. Like strings cut from a cluster of balloons, he watched as all her thoughts seemed to float away. She writhed, moaning, appearing disconnected from her body, floating, floating, floating, until she eventually settled back to earth like an exhausted feather falling to the ground. Lighter, looser, replete.
His fingers grew slippery with her release. He drew out her orgasm, then flipped her to her hands and knees.
Her shoulders trembled as his fingers undid his pants. The sweet curve of her ass was too tempting. His cock pressed at her hot center, bathing in her arousal. His palm slapped one rounded globe and he drove into her pussy, burying himself and nearly driving her to the floor in the process. His palm, still hot from the slap, gripped her hip as he plowed into her. He should’ve laid a blanket down, but the two of them were too far gone to consider such things. He’d have to make it fast so her knees didn’t get burned from the carpet.
Lucian focused on his release and two pumps later he was filling her. Cries of pleasure, hers and his, filled the room. They collapsed to the floor in a puddle of flesh and limbs. He pulled her to him and kissed her damp temple. Declarations of love built in his throat, but he held them back, knowing they wouldn’t be reciprocated.
As his strength slowly
returned, he stood and lifted her to the bed. She wasn’t yet asleep, but her eyes were closed. She smiled and sighed softly. Lucian went to the bathroom and quickly cleaned himself, wet a cloth, and returned to her. Bathing her pussy, he gently kissed her knees and folded her legs together, easing her into a more comfortable position. When he returned from the bathroom the second time, she was asleep.
Chapter 38
Dynamism
A style of play in which the activity of the pieces is favored over the position
The next few days passed much the same. Lucian worked while Evelyn watched television. She visited the salon on days he had other obligations. He purchased her a laptop, but she didn’t show much interest in the Internet. He assumed she didn’t really have computer experience, so he showed her how to play games like Scrabble, but again, she didn’t seem interested. For some reason he suspected it made her uncomfortable, so he didn’t push.
There was a change since he’d discovered what Evelyn’s life outside of his world was truly like. Perhaps he’d become more attuned to her or perhaps she’d given up on keeping so many secrets. He understood the weariness he sometimes saw in her. There was a tiredness about her that came, not with the excursion of a day, but with the unending battle that had been her life.
It seemed an unspoken agreement that she’d take some time to simply be. He’d notified Tamara Jones of Evelyn’s leave of absence and assured the manager that—when Evelyn was ready to return to work—she would. He preferred her home, so he hadn’t pressed the subject. It was clear she needed this time and he was happy to provide it.
They often had breakfast in the condo and dined in the restaurant for lunch. In the evenings, they either ordered in and played chess or he took her somewhere in the city. After offering to take Evelyn to a local club, she admitted that she didn’t know how to dance. He arranged to have a teacher come in twice a week for private lessons in one of the Patras ballrooms.
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