Eve's Evolution (Erotic Secrets No. 1)

by Charbonneau, Olympia

  “Wow, I see we’re going to be short on foreplay today,” Eve squirmed out of his needy embrace. Evan hung his head down and dragged his feet back towards his beautiful kitchen done in ivory, natural woods, and a cheery French yellow. “It seriously looks like a woman lives here.”

  “No, Eve. I’m not with anyone. I just let the designer do what she wanted, and then I had to leave. I mean we fucked, but you know, it happens.” He ran his hand through his hair and a smile played around his lips accentuating his dimples.

  “Oh, ya know…we fucked whatever ya know,” she gently mocked as she lifted the digital camcorder.

  “Ooh, she means business tonight,” Evan said. “Me likey.”

  “Evan, you’re ridiculous.”

  “I know, I know. Vodka?”

  “Definitely, big glass, make it vodka cran or a greyhound, I don’t care which.” Eve wondered off towards the living room taking in the newly decorated space. “You spy guys are so sad. Never any pictures up. Not real ones anyway.”

  “Yeah, well. Them’s the breaks. How’ve you been?”

  “Good, good. Oh, but I caught my little friend at work fucking the boss.”

  “Whoa! Walked in on them or sneaked a peek, or—”

  “Well, I don’t know, I guess peeked sort of, mostly walked in.” She took the greyhound from his calloused hands.

  “Hot or not?”

  “Ew! Not!”

  “Sorry, I’m a guy!”

  “I noticed.” Eve trailed his finger down his chest and licked her lips.

  Evan smiled at her, “Couch?”

  “Sure.” She coolly walked over to the couch and sat down. They drank in silence for a while. She got up and set up the camcorder.

  “Oh, I have to insist on something.” Evan pulled out two, black half-masks that looked like they’d fit in at a Venetian black and white ball. “First, these, for both of us. Second, I need to have a copy of this.”

  “Yeah, I forgot about that. You know we don’t have to—”

  “No, no, just put this on. It’s fine. Believe me, I need this.” Evan got up quickly to turn down the lights. Reseated, he seized Eve’s head in his hands and began to kiss her roughly. She responded and let him push her down on the couch. He used his weight to hold her down and press his cock into her growing wetness. His hand went up her skirt as he yanked her underwear down to her knees. He sighed with relief as he plunged two fingers inside of her. She moaned with approval and reached for his hard cock that was straining against his pants. She rubbed it roughly; Evan’s stopped kissing her for a moment and jolted her upright, ripping her shirt off.

  “Take it off, all of it, and stand up.” He simply pointed his finger to the floor for her to deposit her clothes. He was in no mood for gentle touches and whispered little nothings... he wanted to fuck.

  Eve stood, conscious again that they were being recorded. Not only would Evan definitely see this again, he could show it to his friends and Matt to his. She removed her bra and skirt, all that was left were her garters and stockings.

  “Shoes off too. Come here,” he demanded. She obeyed him. He stood up and took off his clothes. “Kneel.”

  She knelt and he grabbed a jar of Nutella from the coffee table. He rubbed a swirl onto his cock, and she obligingly licked it off in long strokes.

  “Good. Don’t stop until I tell you.” She knelt, giving her best performance for the camera. “Bend over the couch.” She positioned herself bracing against the couch. His warm, wet cock entered her slowly. She let out a long sigh. He gradually quickened his pace. Their black masks firmly in place, Eve felt she could let go completely. She tried to keep quiet due to the smaller quarters compared to Joseph’s condo mansion, but her cries and moans were getting louder.

  Evan commanded her, “Yes, yes, take it. Take all of it!” He shoved his cock in and out of her rapidly, her ass smacking against him. She felt his fingers dig into her hips. They were groaning loudly and he demanded, “Get on your back!” Eve spun on to her back, as he pulled all the way out. He stroked his cock over her and came all over her breasts. She squeezed his thighs and ass with her hands.

  “Holy shit.” Evan sighed, sinking back onto the floor. Eve crawled over to the camera, running her tongue over her lips and gave a wink, as she turned it off. She felt like a different person. She got up and made her way towards the bathroom. She just ran the faucet for a while and tried to catch her breath. She didn’t want to go back out, not yet. She wished it was Matt out there, even though Evan was gorgeous. For some reason, she simply wished it was someone else.

  After her shower, Eve came back out, wrapped in a fluffy, white hotel robe. “I see your lady has thought of everything.”

  “Yep, she knows me,” he said as he entered his bedroom. “I’m running off the tape. It’ll take me a minute.”

  “It’s fine. Take your time.” Eve took a long drink. She didn’t have to stick around, which was a blessing. She began to see what guys liked about not being around for the next morning.

  “So, can we meet up again soon?” Evan emerged from the bedroom and took off his mask shaking his blonde mane that had grown out since his overseas trip.

  “I don’t know. I’ll think about it.”

  “All yours,” he handed her the tape, but turned back around quickly. “May I ask what inspired this debauchery?”

  “No, you may not, just be thankful.”

  “That I am,” he answered with a kiss on her cheek. Evan trusted her completely. Eve was one of the few people in the city not working for the government, which was probably why they hooked up so often. She was a vacation in his government city. She felt tired, but a different kind of tired. Tired of these trysts. They certainly were gratifying, but she wanted more… always more. Evan and Joseph weren’t cutting it.

  Eve packed up her purse, and Evan headed down to hail her a cab. She met him downstairs, and he kissed her hand.

  “It’s been my pleasure.”

  “Mine as well.” Eve positioned herself in the back of the cab and called out her address.

  “Give me a call when you get home, so I know you’re safe.”

  “Okay, thanks.”

  Eve looked out on another crisp, winter sky in her favorite city. She sped home, with the cabbie only screaming in another language once and awhile versus a constant stream of foreign profanity during daytime driving hours, and felt very relaxed and hungry for more... trysts weren’t enough. She wanted more excitement, more... something she couldn’t put her finger on. No man would stop until he got what he wanted, what he needed. Why should she?

  Chapter 4

  Another pile of papers shifted ominously on Eve’s desk. They lurched towards the floor, and she grabbed for them just as Jen was coming into her cubicle. Jen helped her pick up the strays that Eve missed, but stood silently awaiting Eve to speak first.

  “So good show, huh?” Eve managed to pull together. She had felt a bit awkward around Jen after catching her and Geoff going at it.

  “Yeah, Matt is really hot. Do you think he likes you, or is he into that crazy Russian bitch?”

  “Dunno. I’m calling him today about some things, so who knows.”

  “Okay, well nice talking to you.” Jen quickly walked away from Eve’s cubicle, as if it might catch on fire if it withstood her presence any longer.

  Eve rubbed her temples. Awkward was bad enough, but dealing with someone young plus the awkwardness, even harder. She picked up the phone and smiled. Eve remembered Evan’s awesome performance for her tape. At least he had a copy, she sort of felt better about that considering she had done it for someone else to begin with.

  “Matt Chapman, please.”

  “Is this Eve?”

  “Yes, is this Matt?”

  “Yes, it is. So nice to hear from you. I’m a little surprised to hear from you so quickly. Do you…have something for me?”

  “Yes, when do you want to meet?”

  “How about this weekend? Saturday?”
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  Eve felt a little shocked by his reply. Saturday? With someone like Matt? She expected to get a Sunday from him; Saturday was rather high-ranking.

  “Okay, is your place the address you emailed me?”

  “Yes, be there at 5 p.m.”

  “Okay—” she was mentally searching for some small talk to chatter about, but he promptly hung up the phone. She felt oddly relieved. It was very direct... not the usual way to go about getting a girl to like you.

  Eve worked her way through the week, narrowly avoiding Jen and Geoff again as she worked late in the office. She heard some female laughter and had forgotten that working late was really not an option in the office anymore. She quickly gathered her things and went over to the Metro station. She got off at the Adams Morgan stop and went to her hair stylist.

  “I want something different. I’m sick of my hair. I was born with this. I want something mysterious,” Eve said, settling into the chair she fluffed her hair and stared at it like it was challenging her.

  “Mysterious? That’s a new one,” Jill mussed Eve’s hair. “You know you’re going to break my heart dyeing this hair. You’re not trying to pull like a Brittney Spears on me? You don’t want me to shave your head or something?”

  “No, no. I just want,” she sat and thought a second, “I want to feel different. I met someone new and... let’s just get this over with okay,” Eve said. She’d lose the courage to do it if she didn’t move fast. Everyone always had a fit over her “perfect” Strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. She was sick of her hair and how everyone treated her with it. It was difficult to even be taken seriously in her job most days. While maybe another decade of experience would deal with that, she wanted to be taken seriously by Matt and everyone else today. She wanted a different life.

  “Okay, brown it is, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Jill whined.

  Eve was utterly enchanted with the results. Jill had a big mouth, but she was a terrific stylist. “It’s very….very—”

  “Oh my God, you hate it,” Jill said.

  “No, I love it. It looks just like I wanted. Thank you,” Eve smiled and gave Jill a hug.

  “Thank God, thank God!” Jill shook her perfectly manicured nails at the ceiling. “Okay, I hope this new guy loves it or screw him.”

  “Agreed.”

  * * * *

  Eve arrived at the art district’s warehouses on Saturday and was immediately lost. She kept trying to find #2, which seemed easy enough, but none of the artist’s lofts and work spaces in the warehouses were marked.

  “Over here!” a voice yelled. Eve turned around to see Matt waving out of his third story window high at the top of the warehouses’ roofs. “Look to the left! It’s that door! Come on up!” Eve tottered across the rocky parking lot in her Louboutins. She wanted to make a sexy impression, but she was immediately regretting that decision. She reached the door and it opened before she could reach for the door knob, which was placed British style right in the middle of the red door. “Come in…I almost didn’t recognize you.”

  Eve momentarily forgot she had changed her hair color, “Oh, yeah. I just got this done.”

  “Well, I like it. Why did you do it?”

  “Sick of the other.”

  “You are a natural blonde though, right?”

  “Yes, and no, I don’t miss it.”

  “Well, good for you, change is good. It can be very…stimulating.” He led her back beyond his metal shop where he was working on some new pieces.

  “I didn’t even think I’d get to see some of your new work. This is a huge treat for me,” Eve said. The cavernous loft was filled with metal sculpture twisting in every direction. There were some new pieces with leather and metal started in a far corner. Eve began to walk over towards them wanting to peek into an artist at work and what that entails.

  “Do you have something for me?” he said, getting less than an inch away from her chest, blocking her from going forward. Eve fumbled in her purse and brought out the tape. Matt took it and brusquely slid it across a work table. “Later.” He took her hand and led her to his newest piece. It was a huge monolith, a staggering piece of metal that he was trying to work an interesting finish on.

  “This reminds me of the Washington Monument, in a way,” Eve said.

  “Yeah, I haven’t decided totally what to do with it yet. Leave it, twist it, add to it. I don’t really know yet.”

  “Well, it’s very strong. Like all of your work.”

  “Well, I guess that’s part of my philosophy. The pieces are reflections of me. I love strength, but I don’t love it for myself. I love that I can share it.”

  “Well, that’s, that’s a…” Eve found herself stumbling to complete even one sentence around Matt. “Could you show me where your restroom is?”

  “Sure,” he guided her up to the third level and into his bedroom.

  “I’ll just be a second,” Eve spat out as she darted inside the bathroom. This was becoming ridiculous. He wasn’t the first attractive man she’d been around, or slept with. She tried to breathe slowly and center herself. She splashed some water on the back of her neck and tried to remember that she was a twenty-eight-year-old woman, not an eighteen-year-old girl. She opened the door and found Matt with his shirt off on the bed, watching the video she made for him on the flat screen that had emerged through the cabinetry across from the bed.

  “Want to join me?” He patted the bed. Eve stared at him stuck in the spot where she stood. She felt like nothing was in her control anymore. Matt got up, took her by the hand, and guided her onto the bed. “Just lie down… and look at how beautiful you are.” They watched the video and as each minute and each moan passed, they both grew more excited. Eve felt like she was going to faint, but she used every bit of control in her body to stay attached to the here and now. Whatever was going to happen, she didn’t want to miss it.

  Matt gently kissed her then undressed her completely. He kissed, licked, and kneaded every inch of her body, and descended gently into her underwear, pulling them down and off. He dove into her wetness, and she let out a surprised cry. He seized her thighs, his tongue rapidly circling around and plunging in and out of her. She held up her hand, as if to stop him, but it collapsed back on to the bed with the rest of her body following.

  Matt took out a large sex toy. It looked like an exact replica of his penis. “Now I want you on your hands and knees; face the television.” Her body was quaking from his tongue. She shivered while she managed to maintain an upright position. “I’m large, so I have to train you. I want to train you to take it.” He slid the toy inside her pussy. The toy began to vibrate as soon as it was inside of her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she whimpered to herself. He massaged her breasts and quickened the toy going in and out. “You’re going to come for me. Come for me when I tell you to.” He bent further over her, biting her neck.

  “Yes…yes!” she cried as she bucked against his hand. It seemed endless. She lost a sense of time. She didn’t want him to stop.

  “Come now and squeeze it, ride it!”

  Eve cried out his name and a flood of wetness covered the toy and his hand.

  “Beautiful, come here.” She rolled onto her back and inched over beside him. He took her face in his hands, “I want you to be mine. Will you consider that for me?” Eve was stunned. She didn’t know quite what he meant. First she was downstairs pondering the history of metal sculpture then she was upstairs covered in cum with a gorgeous man demanding her body and soul. “What I mean is. Mine, here. Just like now. I do see other women too sometimes. But, you see other men. I do want you to be one of my special women though. I don’t want to see a lot of women anymore. I’m ready for a change. Will you think about it?”

  “Yes, yes, I’ll think about it.” Her eyes were large and dilated. She’d promise him anything he wanted after this afternoon. She tried to use some logic, her intelligence to deal with his new demands, but she felt powerless to say anything but yes afte
r his treatment of her.

  “I want you to see just me though.”

  “Oh.” Eve’s mind was racing with possibilities. How could she see just him and not others, but he still sees other women? She had just had the best sexual experience of her life, maybe it was worth going against her instinct? “What do you mean special women? I don’t get that.”

  “Well, I enjoy women that enjoy submissive activities with me. I have a few I like the most. You’re one of those three now. I think you may be the only one soon. If things go well for us. What do you think?”

  “I think I want to feel that again,” Eve replied before she even knew what she was saying.

  “I think we’re only just beginning to explore what we can do together. You meet me here tomorrow night, at 8 p.m. I’ll have something for you. Oh, think about what art you’d like too. I owe you a piece, don’t I?”

  At home in bed, Eve wondered what was going on in her life. Her career was a mess, her friendships were stalling, but here was Matt. Very sure of everything he ever did and completely sure of her. She realized she had left the tape with him. She worried he would show it to these other women. But, so what? Let them be jealous, she was new, and they were going to be replaced. She didn’t want to share. She decided she wanted Matt all to herself. Matt could fulfill her darkest fantasies, and there was no way another woman was going to get between her and the one area in her life that was working.

  Chapter 5

  “Open it, go ahead,” Matt said. He presented her with a large, black box tied with white silk ribbon.

  “I…uhhh...what is it?” Eve puzzled over the strappy object and tried to place where she’d seen it before.

  “It’s a chastity belt—a modern version, very comfortable, very safe, not at all medieval like they used to be. I’d like you to wear it for me.”

  Matt switched on the sound system; “Non, je ne regrette rien,” poured out with Edith Piaf’s wall of emotion etching itself into Eve’s subconscious.