Finally More: The Evermore Series Book 5

by De Lune, Rachel

  Finally More

  The Evermore Series Book 5

  Rachel De Lune

  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Epilogue

  Appendix

  Books By Rachel De Lune

  About Rachel De Lune

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  Finally More is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Finally More ©2019 Rachel De Lune

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  Acknowledgments

  Each time I write one of these I can’t believe I’ve finished another book! It’s been an incredible few years, and I’m excited to see what’s still in store. Of course, none of this would be possible without some very important people.

  To my wonderful crit partners. I can’t thank you enough. Elizabeth SaFleur and Marilyn Lakewood, you always ensure I stay on the right path and can’t thank you enough. And to Madeline Iva, it was so much fun meeting you and having your amazing advice in shaping Miss Natasha. I can’t wait to see you again.

  My author family has grown over the last year, but it was such a great experience getting to visit with you all and write Natasha’s story with you. Here’s to our next author retreat.

  My roomie, Carol. Thank you for your encouragement and guidance. It’s been wonderful working with you.

  To L.J Stock, you take my words and give me the best covers for them. I love working with you, and how you just get what I’m trying to create.

  To all of the blogs who have supported me and helped spread the word about my book babies I say a massive thank you. To Wendy Shatwell and Claire Allmendinger, you girls are superstars. Thank you for all of your hard work and dedication.

  And finally, to all of my wonderful readers and supporters. It sounds cliché, but I really couldn’t do this without your encouragement, love and feedback. It really is food for an author’s soul.

  Hugs all round.

  “The flogger it is.” I smile up at the ceiling as I start to plan the scene in my mind. Sarah and I had discussed the rest of the parameters of our time together. I just need to choreograph the scene fully in my mind.

  “I’m looking forward to it, Miss Natasha.”

  I had offered to do a flogging scene later tonight. I hadn’t played at Solace properly in weeks, and I needed to get my head in the right place. Sarah had been one of my play partners for over a year. I knew precisely how to fulfil her needs, and the flogging scene would help settle my restlessness.

  I sit up and cast my eyes over Sarah. She kneels at the foot of the bed, patiently waiting. It’s times like this when my mind takes a trip to fantasy land where I’m settled into a relationship with one partner, who is comfortable kneeling and taking my command. My finger traces the silhouette of her body in the air. I keep the contented hum to myself and go and grab my leather skirt and lace shirt.

  Minutes later, Sarah still fidgets on the floor. In the past, she’d not move a muscle unless I commanded. But a part of Sarah has been pushing for more from our interactions. The balance isn’t there anymore. She needs more from me than I’m prepared to give. I gently pull the tie of her blindfold and watch as her eyes adjust to the low lighting in the room. “Welcome back.”

  “Thank you.”

  “We have an hour until I need to do the demonstration. Go and grab a drink, and I’ll wait for you at the stage.” I run my hand down her arm and squeeze her hand. Our scene will be far more intense later, and she’ll have all my attention.

  “Can I get you anything?”

  “A bottle of water, please.”

  “Okay.” She beams at me and rises from her position. “Perhaps we can go back to my place after Solace?” She turns to ask before leaving the room.

  “I don’t think that would be a good choice. I’ve explained this before, Sarah. I’m happy to be your partner here, but here alone.”

  She nods and walks out.

  Her proposition leaves me questioning the rest of the evening and if I should use her for the demonstration at all. I take a few minutes to freshen up in the bathroom. I fasten my boots, even though I’ll never be able to wear them for the full scene. I check my bag and make sure my favourite flogger rests in its place, nestled between its leather and deer skin companions. The suede works best for Sarah and allows me to give her just enough sting to keep her pulse up and endorphins high. I want to make her skin sing.

  I leave the room and lock it. The staff knows it needs servicing, and I head to the stage. I’ve already instructed Paul to move a padded spanking bench to the centre so I can tether Sarah. She enjoys being restrained, and when I tie her to the bench it adds to the feelings I want to build. Not able to move or escape, she will completely surrender to my control.

  I go over the scene in my head, layer by layer of sensation until it’s fully formed. The noise and activity surrounding me fade into the background, and I let it drift away.

  I pull my boots off and ensure everything is in position. The spanking bench is the only furniture on the stage. Sarah will face the back of the stage letting the audience see exactly what I’m doing to her most vulnerable area. She’ll enjoy the flogging, but I’m not sure she realises that this will be a test of her endurance and discipline as well. Of course, as her Dominant, it’s my job to keep her on her toes.

  Movement draws my gaze. Sarah sets herself into a kneeling position at the edge of the raised platform. Her head is bowed, her back straight with her palms facing up. She’s waiting for my next instruction. Patiently, like a good, well-trained submissive.

  I leave her to wait, running through the scene in my head and settling my heartbeat. I’ve done countless demonstrations and watched hundreds of scenes, but the familiar thrill and excitement is still the same. Power and responsibility hums in my veins as I circle the bench once more and check the items in my bag, off to my left, before going over to greet Sarah.

  “Are you ready?” I rest my palm on the top of Sarah’s head, making her aware I am standing over her.

  “Yes, Miss Natasha.”

  “You’re still wearing clothes, so you’re not ready. Strip. Fold your clothes and leave them neatly where you kneel and then position yourself on the bench.”

  Sarah jumps up and begins removing the scraps of fabric she describes as clothing. Once she’s folded the garments in a tidy pile, she pads across the stage and climbs onto the bench. Side rests support each knee, and she drapes her torso across the wide c
entre top. She shifts for a moment, getting comfortable before she settles her elbows on the remaining rests. The bench is more like a school vaulting horse than a bench. It’s higher than some of the other items we have around the floor, but this gives me the perfect height to wield the flogger at Sarah. The bench splits her thighs, giving me clear access to her bare pussy so I can see her physical response as well as the audible one I know she’ll give.

  I wait until I see the dip in Sarah’s back, telling me she’s completely relaxed into her position. Sarah isn’t an exhibitionist, although I’ve used her for demonstrations in the past. I know her boundaries, and she doesn’t possess any triggers that would cause me worry for this scene.

  My aim tonight is a flogging demonstration. I tune out the rumblings of people gathering and focus on my job. I want to show how multiple stimuli can work together and increase both the pleasure and pain for the submissive. My lips curve into a smile.

  I pace around the bench so that Sarah can see my lower half. “Keep your eyes lowered. Rest your head in whatever position you find comfortable.” My hand strokes down her spine, making sure she can feel our connection before I round the bench and go back to my bag. I pull out a small butt plug and a tube of lube and return to her.

  “This is going to be easy for you to take. You’ve taken much bigger for me before. I want you to feel full while I flog you tonight. It will add to the sensations I give to you.”

  Her quick exhale is the confirmation that she wasn’t expecting more than the flogger. “Yes, Miss Natasha.”

  I coat the tip of the plug with lube and then begin to work it into her puckered hole. Sarah barely squirms, and it slides past her muscle easily. I seat the plug fully and then run a finger down to her pussy.

  “Hmm, you’re wet already, little girl. Are you going to be a good girl and save your climax until I tell you?” I whisper the words but leave the hint of threat in my voice. “I wouldn’t want you to come in the middle of my demonstration.”

  Her pussy weeps at my words, and I swirl my finger through her lips and brush her clit. Sarah is a sensual creature and will be desperate to both please me and come at the same time.

  I retreat to my bag and withdraw my favourite flogger. I walk across the front of the stage and look out at the collection of members who have gathered to watch. Many of the faces are familiar. I glance past some I haven’t met before.

  Solace enjoys a varied membership of both male, female, Dominant, and submissive. We also allow a flexible option for those who can’t afford the annual fees or just wanted to try the perks. It’s a model that works well for both the members and Charles, the owner.

  “Sarah, I’m going to start with ten strokes. I’ll begin by counting but only for the first ten, understand?”

  “Yes, Miss Natasha.”

  “Good.” I grip the handle, and the pads of my fingers press against the woven leather covering, letting the familiar feel take over and inhabit my skin.

  “One.” I aim and land a gentle stroke across Sarah’s arse. “Two, three, four.” I continue in a methodical pattern across her flesh, covering her thighs, hips and buttocks. Each stroke delivers a pretty speckle of pink that grows as the numbers increase.

  “Nine, ten.” I pause and step closer to assess Sarah. She’s nicely relaxed. No flinching or movement. Her pussy is glistening and needy. The additional benefit to the bench is that she can’t hide or conceal her arousal.

  I repeat the hits until I reach thirty in my head. Sarah’s bum and thighs are stained pink, and her juices coat the inside of her legs. Her head is resting on the pad of the bench, and I notice her back rising and falling as she struggles to keep her needs in check. It’s a beautiful sight and one that speaks to everything I am as a Dominant. A beautiful submissive, seeking to please and meet my command, over her own desire.

  “Where are you, Sarah?” She tends to let her need to please overrule everything else. Even her own comfort.

  “Green.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, Miss Natasha.”

  I slide my finger inside her snug pussy. She’s drenched, and I feel the slight contractions as I move my finger against her inner walls.

  “Oh, God. Please, no. I… I want to come.”

  “I know you do. Now, where are you?”

  “Yellow. Yellow…” Her urgent pant is a true reflection of how she’s doing.

  “That’s better.” I withdraw my finger and give Sarah the breathing space she needs.

  I wait a full two minutes before going to retrieve another toy from my bag.

  “The rules still apply, but it will be over soon. Only another twenty strokes.”

  “Twenty?” The twinge in her voice expresses her worry.

  “I know you can hold out for that, Sarah.”

  I position the head of the small dildo at her entrance and let her own desire ease the path. She groans as I slide it deep inside her. She’s completely full, can’t move, and is about to receive twenty more blows. Her orgasm will split her in two, and the sparks will be beautiful to watch. I quickly clip the leg cuffs around her thighs to make sure the dildo stays where I intend.

  I walk back and take up my position to finish the demonstration. My arm arcs, and I begin the countdown in my head. This time, each strike makes Sarah shudder, every fall adding to the sensations that will drive her to her climax whether she likes it or not.

  “Please, Miss Natasha… I’m afraid I’m going to come.” She tries to reposition her chest.

  “Five more, Sarah.” I swing my arm and hit harder than the last, putting some bite behind the hit.

  “Please… let me come!”

  “When I reach twenty.”

  “Quickly… please.” Panic creeps into her voice, and I can see it in her body. She can’t stay still. Her legs and arms are twitching and flexing with every minute, desperate to hold off the impending release.

  “Count the last three.”

  “One,” she calls as the flogger hits her sensitive skin. “Two, please…. please!”

  The last hit is the hardest and is at the edge of what I know Sarah can handle. Not today. She absorbs the sting, and it’s enough to send her over. Her body finally succumbs to her orgasm.

  Her back arches up and spasms violently as she tries to fuck the dildo, riding out her climax for us all to see. I hear the murmurs of appreciation from the crowd as the scene winds down.

  It’s a few moments before I approach, and my hand runs up her arm and down her flank.

  “Very nice, Sarah. Well done. Are you ready for me to take these out of you?”

  “Yes.” She mumbles a low sexy and sedate response. I set about releasing her and getting cleaned up. I help her down off the bench and cloak her in a large robe. We move to one of the sofas off the stage where I snuggle with her and make sure she drinks plenty of water.

  Sarah isn’t usually spaced out after a scene, but I pushed her tonight. It was more than she anticipated. She needs to take a few minutes to re-orientate herself, and I want to be sure she doesn’t need further aftercare. I am content to wait with her, gently stroking her arm and hair as she comes back to earth.

  An hour later, Sarah is fully recovered. “Will you be here again next week?” She asks.

  “I’m not sure, Sarah.”

  “Or we can plan something more private.” The pleading in her voice is deperate.

  “We’ve spoken about this already. And I’ve asked you to think about playing with other Doms.”

  “There are no other Doms I want to play with,” she huffs out like a spoilt child.

  “Andrew is a perfect match for you. Why haven’t you taken him up on his offer?” She crosses her arms over her chest defiantly.

  “I’ve explained my situation and what I’m prepared to give. That won’t change. I’m sorry.”

  “But how can you be happy? You go home alone every night, you work, and you come here. Don’t you see how good it could be to have a full-time submiss
ive?” Sarah grabs hold of my wrist as if she can convince me that her way is what I want.

  “And how do you know that I go home alone every night? We don’t see each other outside of Solace.”

  Her grip fails with the panicked expression on her face. Her eyes blow wide making her look like a deer trapped in the headlights.

  “Sarah…”

  “Don’t. Just don’t.” She scampers away into the changing area off to the side of the room. I hear steady footsteps approach and wait for them to indentify themselves.

  “Everything all right?” Andrew asks tentatively.

  “No, I don’t think it is.”

  “You’ll figure it out.”

  “I hope so. I might need your help.”

  “Just say the word.” He disappears back into the crowd.

  It’s time. I need to be brave enough to do the right thing by Sarah and finish things. It’s painfully obvious that she wants more than I do, and it’s cruel of me to keep our scenes going knowing how she feels.

  I pick up my bag and grab the keys from the front pocket. I check my phone and see I have a half-dozen missed calls. The first few are from a number I don’t recognise, and the rest are voicemails. I swipe to find out what’s so important.

  Mrs Franks introduces herself on the message, and my blood runs cold. She’s been my mother’s neighbour for almost thirty years. I’ve never had a message from her.

  “Hello, Natasha. I’m afraid your mother has had an incident tonight. She’s fine and with us at the moment, but I would appreciate it if you could pop in when you get the message. Don’t worry about the time. See you soon, dear.”

  My mum lives in a small village on the outskirts of Bath. I glance at my watch and check the time of the first call. It came in two hours ago, right before my scene with Sarah.