With the blindfold shielding her eyes, she could hear his every move, even with the music pumping through the speakers. Each shift of his feet made her pulse jump. Heat surged through her blood and her heart smacked against her ribs. She yearned to feel his hands on her again. There was a gentleness in his caress she hadn’t expected for a man who was always so hard. She worried about her mind while her body craved his touch—but she did her best not show any of this. She knew this was a game, to see if he could control her. While she knew that at some point she would have to give in a little, she would be damned if she would relinquish everything to a man who would never see her as a woman. He acted as if she was some non-sexual being, that her needs should be pure or nonexistent. That was, until tonight. Now, he wanted to fulfill her fantasies. And, dammit, that pissed her off.
He drew closer and she could smell his cologne. Musky, sandalwood, it was the same it had always been. But there was something different beneath it, something that attracted her more. Taking another deep breath, she realized it was Evan. It was his unique wild scent that tantalized her. She tried to swallow but found her mouth dry.
He tapped her rear end with the paddle. Just a swat—barely that—but her breathing hitched and her chest grew tight. Still she tried her best not to show her reaction. Evan rubbed it against her rear again and without warning, pulled back and smacked her. This time though, it was harder. Heat vibrated from that spot outward. With the next hit, her sex clenched as she grew damp. May used every ounce of her self-control to resist the urge to rub against the contraption she was tethered to. Before she could recover, he gave her another slap, again a little harder than the last. Holy mother of God. Just those few slaps had liquid heat filling her sex. She curled her toes and waited for the next smack. He said nothing, but she could hear him breathing, sense him standing behind her.
Seconds ticked by. The music changed to something slower, sultrier. It was a man this time singing of seduction and love. She wanted to move, to ease the tension, but the silence stretched, as did her nerves. When Evan finally touched her, he used his hand, smoothing over the irritated spot he’d smacked. Heated skin met cool palm. His fingers danced over her flesh, leaving the already sensitized area tingling.
“Your skin pinkens so nicely.”
His voice had deepened along with his southern accent. She had always loved his twang, the way it slipped over the words, drew out the endings. But now, it was even more pronounced. It made her think of lounging in bed, his hands leisurely coursing over her flesh.
A moment later, it was as if he had read her mind. He traced between her cheeks, his callused digits barely touching her flesh. Every instinct urged her to rise to her tiptoes and invite him to slip between her cheeks, but she fought it. Evan might want her to show her pleasure, but she knew the game. If she exposed any weakness to him, he would use it to get to her. And dammit, she refused to do that. It was bad enough he was the one she was submitting to. She refused to let him break her. She knew if he had been Micah, she wouldn’t have fought it like this, but something about having Evan as her Dom made her want to be more defiant. Instead of stopping, Evan skimmed his fingers between her legs to her swollen sex. Just one touch of his fingers to her slit and she quivered. The area was already sensitive from her anticipation. The spanking had heightened her arousal, had her dripping. Her clit was hard, aching, ready to be caressed into orgasm. Curling her lips inward, she fought any sound that threatened to escape. She was ready to come if he would just move the tip of his finger a little higher…
She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped the moment he moved his hand away. Masculine satisfaction filled his chuckle.
“Don’t worry. Your time is near. But I get the sense you think you decide what happens.”
She was more than willing to give him a piece of her mind and she tried to jerk her head around to tell him, but he stayed her with his hand. His fingers slipped through her silky hair, almost as if he was trying to calm her. He massaged her scalp with tender strokes. Damn him, it was working. The arousal was still there, still had her tense, but when he was touching her she could somehow find a bit of peace. He bent down until his face was level with hers.
“Easy.” His breath feathered across her ear lobe. “You have to remember I’m in charge. You don’t choose when and where you find pleasure. I do. But then, I have a feeling you need a little breaking in. Knew you would be a spirited sub.” He paused, then said, “Remember, you have a safe word—if you’re ready to quit.”
She frowned, irritation slinking down her spine. She knew that tone. Evan was good at getting people to do what he wanted, knew what buttons to push. And even understanding he was goading her, she clenched her jaw and endured.
Another chuckle escaped and he moved away from her. He trailed his fingers down her spine, then palmed her still-tingling ass.
“You play a good game, May, but I think I need to take this up a notch.”
He moved away from her then, and again, he made little noise. She was sure in normal situations she wouldn’t have heard him, but now, she sensed him. Something in her had connected to him. Anticipation soared again, and she had a feeling Evan was pacing himself…another effort to control her. In most cases, she’d have been pissed. May liked to control every situation—but apparently not this one. Now her body warmed, waited, eagerness dancing along her nerve endings. With each minute that ticked by, her arousal heightened. Not being able to see what was going on had her mind racing, her body humming. At the moment she thought she could not wait any longer, he moved back to her.
“The one thing you will have to learn is who is in charge, who calls the shots. I’m not sure you completely believe that you shouldn’t be the one in control.”
He slipped his hand between her legs, his fingers tracing over her soaked folds. She bit her lip again. Evan must have sensed it because he thrust a finger into her. This time she could not stop the moan. He pulled almost all the way out, then shoved it back in.
Each little thrust pushed her further to the pinnacle. Tension gathered in the pit of her stomach, tightened. She could feel her orgasm coming, feel her body tensing, preparing.
Then…he stopped. He leaned over her, his chest against her back. She could feel his heart beat as out of control as hers. She could feel his jean-encased cock hard against her rear. His breath feathered over her ear as he leaned even closer. “Don’t think you can control anything. Not what is done to you, not how you feel. It is all for me to give.”
His voice was low, guttural, his arousal easy to hear. He slipped his finger out of her pussy, slipping it between her cheeks. She tensed as he neared her anus, but he easily moved up her back.
“You will learn at some point that you have no control here. Every pleasure you feel is mine to give.”
His hand moved away, then connected with her rear end in a hard, flat-handed slap. It jolted her, sending a rush of tingles across her flesh. She sensed him kneeling the moment before his lips made contact with cheeks. A ripple of pleasure rushed through her as he moved his mouth over her, his tongue darting out between the playful nips. A moan slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
“Ah, good girl.” He nipped the fullest part of her right cheek. He continued moving his mouth over her cheeks as his hand slipped between her legs. “Damn, woman, you’re soaking my hand.”
May could feel her face turning red, but she ignored it. She knew she was wet. She was damn near close to losing it. And dammit, he was moving his hand over her mound, teasing her, skimming over her clit. Everything was tensed. Her body was poised for release once again but it was just out of reach. Up and over, again and again, touching, but barely any pressure, not enough to get her to come. The fourth time, she growled.
He chuckled. “Frustrated?”
She didn’t answer at first, and his hand stilled. Seconds ticked and her body demanded completion.
“Yes.”
His hand started to move again.”Hmm. Good. Just remember, do
n’t come unless I say so.”
She wanted to blast him, but at this moment, she couldn’t. She needed to come, needed that release, and at the moment, she would do anything to achieve it. Tears streamed down her face as a maelstrom of emotion swept through her. Shame and arousal shifted through her. At that point, he increased the pressure with his hand, pressing hard against her clit. Her orgasm shimmered in the distance, right there for her to take, but she hesitated, waited, and he must of have felt it. Felt her need to hear his order.
He pressed again and she had to curl her toes into the floor and order her body to hold on. She needed it, needed to feel the pleasant rush of release. But she could hold back, needed to because she now needed Evan to give her permission.
He moved slipped a finger between her folds, his thrusts demanding.
“Yes, baby, that’s it. Come for me.”
For a split second, she couldn’t respond, her body froze at the order. Every emotion she had been trying to fight seemed to crash through her, sending her brain function into disarray.
“Dammit, May. Do it now.” The harsh, guttural demand sent her soaring, her whole body convulsing with her orgasm. He didn’t stop there, but kept pushing her, driving his finger into her. As her body started to come down from her release, he pushed her up and over a second time. This time, she screamed, her body shivering from the release as it rolled through her.
Moments later, his hands moved over her slick flesh, up her body to her wrists. He released the cuffs and pulled her up and into his arms. The next thing she knew he was laying her on something that felt like a bed. He brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek, and she thought he would take off her blindfold. But the next second, he was moving away. Before she could react, he was gone. She slipped her fingers beneath the soft fabric and pulled it off. She blinked against the lights and looked around. She was in another room, small, with a bed and little else. One glance told her no one could see her here, that she was hidden from view…and all alone.
She could not stop the feeling of abandonment that swelled. He had pushed her through submission, something so intimate, and he’d left her. As if she were no different than any other woman, which she figured to him she wasn’t. Tears pressed against the backs of her eyes and she willed them way. It was just what she’d gone through, and she shouldn’t expect him to feel what she did. He had given her something she had never really had before. Nothing could have prepared her for that, and she knew now it was just the start. So she would not fall apart because he disappeared.
The door opened and May’s heart jumped in excitement, only to have it plummet when she recognized the sub who had led her to the room earlier. The smile she offered May was one of understanding.
“Micah thought you might need this.”
May looked at the thick, soft black robe the woman held out to her. Without a word, she stood and almost collapsed back down on the bed. With determination, she steadied herself and took the robe.
“Your clothes are in the closet.”
May nodded silently as the door shut behind the sub. For a moment, the wonderful tingle her orgasm had given her seemed to fade, the enjoyment turning to numbness. She pulled on the robe, her mind unable to form a thought. When she saw Cynthia’s head pop in, she couldn’t stop the disappointment from crashing in on her. Before she could stop them, tears welled up in her eyes.
“Oh, honey.” Cynthia rushed forward as the door shut behind her. She sat next to May on the bed and slipped an arm over her shoulders. “It’s okay.”
She turned her head into her friend’s shoulder and allowed all the emotions she’d felt bubble up and take her over. It only took a minute or two for May to bring herself back in control. She pulled away from Cynthia.
“I’m sorry.”
Cynthia shook her head. “No. Don’t be. While it is liberating, it can be emotionally draining.”
“I thought…”
“What, honey? What did you think?”
That Evan would be here comforting her. But she didn’t want to say that out loud and embarrass herself further. It was bad enough he’d run out on her. She could never voice her deepest need and embarrass herself. She needed him, needed his arms wrapped around her, comforting her. That would never happen.
“Would you mind waiting outside?”
“Not at all. Get dressed and meet me outside the door.”
She nodded and waited until Cynthia left her. What the hell had she thought would happen? So he gave her an orgasm. So what? It had been the most powerful, knock-her-socks-off and leave-her-dying kind of orgasm, but she could handle it. Tonight had proved two things. One, she was a sub. That she knew in her heart and soul now. Secondly, Evan Chambers would never be the man for her. She wanted the man she thought Evan was, and he just didn’t exist. The cold shell of a man who could give her an experience like that without it affecting him was just not for her.
Now she just had to figure out how to find a man who could make her come like there was no tomorrow. She sighed, pushed her thoughts aside and started to get dressed. She would focus on the positive. She knew she was a sub, and now all she needed was her Dom.
Chapter Nine
Evan poured three fingers of whiskey and knocked it back. When he lowered his hand, he realized it was shaking. Jesus. He was a mess. He had never had such a reaction when performing in the club. When he was on display, he never had sex, not once. That smacked too much of doing porno, and while he knew it didn’t bother others, Evan had never wanted to go that far. Until tonight.
He heard the door to the office open behind him and without turning around he knew it was Micah. Evan poured himself another shot.
“I haven’t seen you drink that fast in years.”
Shit, he didn’t need this. He wasn’t in the mood for dealing with Micah, or his speculation. He knew it would end in a fight.
“Leave it.”
“It wasn’t that long of a performance for you to be this thirsty.”
Slowly, he turned around. “I’m not in the mood, Micah.”
His friend cocked his head and studied him. “Apparently not.”
Evan tossed back the shot and set it down with a click, but he said nothing else.
“You rushed through that like you couldn’t control it.”
“You’re critiquing my performance?”
“I’ve seen you work a sub over for much longer. This was…well, faster than everyone expected.”
He said nothing, didn’t so much as flinch. He refused to explain it. How could he? In all the years he had been a Dom, he had never had a sub get to him. She had been completely under his power. But from the moment he’d touched May, he had barely held onto his own control. Even now, his body vibrated, and he figured he could hammer a ten-inch spike into the ground with his cock.
“No comment?”
“I said to leave it. Now I’m going back down there—”
“She’s already gone.”
“What the hell do you mean?”
“Jesus, Chambers, you left her down there after you made her publicly submit for her first time.”
“I didn’t come up with the damned idea.”
“But you know how vulnerable she was at that point and you left her alone down there. After cleaning up, which you should have helped with, she dressed and left. I let her out the back way.”
“And you didn’t think to let me know?”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Why would I? You acted as if you didn’t give a damn about her. You treated her like a whore.”
“Fuck you.”
“What would you call it?”
“I think you have it wrong. It wasn’t about my satisfaction.”
Micah opened his mouth, but Evan didn’t want to hear it.
“Just let it go.”
He closed his mouth and gave Evan a short, abrupt nod. Without another word, Evan left his friend and used the back stairs to leave the club. He didn’t think he could hand
le any other questions or comments from anyone else. But he should have known better. When he stepped outside, Chris was standing by Evan’s truck.
“I already went through this with Micah and I am not in the mood to deal with you.”
Chris nodded. “Just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Cynthia was a little worried.”
Evan unlocked his door. “There is no reason to worry.”
“Evan.” Chris waited until he looked at him. “I love you like a brother, you know that. I just wanted to remind you I’m just a phone call away.”
Lights shone in the parking lot as Cynthia’s car drove up. She rolled down the window and smiled at him. “Hey, Evan. You ready, babe?”
Chris nodded and headed toward the car. Evan felt the familiar envy twist in his gut. But he couldn’t let Chris go like this. Micah wouldn’t worry about Evan, but Chris would.
“I’ll call if I need you.”
Chris raised his hand over his head and Cynthia smiled at him as she shifted the car into drive and headed out of the parking lot. Evan slid into the cab of his pickup, slammed the door and started the engine. He knew that Chris would happily snuggle up to Cynthia and never think about another woman, never need one. Evan had never thought he wanted that, but he did now. But with his background, his tainted blood…he just couldn’t risk it. Didn’t want to.
Wishing for things he could not have, would never have, was a waste of time and energy. He had come to terms with it years ago and he would deal with it, but not tonight.
May rolled over and winced at the bright light streaming through her window. She pulled up her sheets and sighed with pleasure when it offered some relief from the blazing intensity of the midmorning Hawaiian sun. She shifted her weight to settle more comfortably into the mattress.
Lord, her body felt used. Not in a bad way. But in a pleasant, thoroughly satisfying way. The experience last night with Evan went beyond anything she had ever imagined. Her sex clenched at the memory of her orgasm. No one, not one man, or even May herself, had ever made her come so hard. She’d lost her virginity at the ripe old age of eighteen, years behind most of her friends. She hadn’t been a prude, or innocent for that matter. There’d been a few men, many of them clueless to what she needed, but she couldn’t really blame them. She hadn’t really had an inkling to what she needed until a few months ago. Last night cemented her opinion that she needed something more from her lover. Now she just had to find one that would understand.
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