Finally More: The Evermore Series Book 5

by De Lune, Rachel

  I pause at the top of the steps. “Ready?”

  “If you say so.”

  “Good.” I make quick work of the spiralling stairs. Later, heavy music will be pumped through the rooms, adding to the darkening atmosphere. I turn left and go through the frosted doors. I halt as we enter. The room is utterly quiet and still. Everything is in its place and set ready for tonight’s adventures.

  The familiar trickle of excitement seeps into my veins. The fresh citrus scent and the crisp air act like a comfort blanket, welcoming me home. I take a deep breath and let out all the tension I’d gathered from bringing Aiden here.

  It was stupid. I own this place, in more ways than one. What I say goes. If I want to bring my newbie submissive to play, I will. My Freudian-slip stiffens my spine. If I am honest, that’s exactly what Aiden is. He’s my submissive. Maybe in training, but he is mine. The revelation pleases me, and something clicks into place.

  “This is the playroom.” I turn to Aiden and watch for his reaction. His eyes roam around the room but come back to me quickly. “Do you want a tour?”

  “Yes.” I squeeze his hand in mine and lead him forward.

  “These are spanking benches. Canes, crops, and floggers hang on the wall over there.” I point out the range of implements that are here for the members’ disposal. Of course, most will bring their own toys, but we ensure that all eventualities are catered for. “The stage is set for demonstrations or exhibitionism.”

  “What’s the cross for?”

  “It’s called a St Andrew’s cross. It’s for restraining the submissive.”

  “You’d want to tie me to this?” He points to one of my favourite pieces of hardware.

  “Yes, I would.” Our bodies shift, and I try and read Aiden.

  “And what would you like to do when I’m tied to it?” He’s brave and curious. My response is instant.

  “Flog your beautiful back until you are so blissed out you’re ready to come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.” If I knew Aiden was ready for that, I’d show him just what I wanted to do to him now. But that could wait. For a while longer.

  “That sounds pretty hot.” He inches toward me.

  “Good to know.” We hold each other’s gaze, and I see heat behind his darkened blue eyes. I focus on the aim of tonight and lead him further around the room. I point out some other furniture and show him the bed scene and the social area before returning to the entrance.

  “Is there anything else?” His eyes are wide like he’s just tumbled down the rabbit hole. He’s not giving much away, and it makes me nervous. The thought that I may have inadvertently pushed him and called my own hand doesn’t sit well.

  “We have bedrooms.”

  “Bedrooms?”

  “Come.” I walk back down the hall and toward the corridor where the bedrooms lie empty. My pace quickens, feeling a magnetic pull to Aiden. I want to mark him as mine and show any other Dominant exactly who owns this man. I don’t want to acknowledge any of my fears.

  “Private rooms?”

  “Yes.”

  “What time are we meant to be meeting your friends?” He seems to be having a similar reaction to me.

  “Not for a while.” I run my eyes to Aiden’s crotch where he’s attempting to reposition his cock in the confines of his jeans.

  I open the first door in front of us to the bedroom and all but pull Aiden inside.

  He’s turned on by being here with me. At what I want to do to him. I needed him to have this reaction, was desperate this would be an evening that would mark another first for us. He’s empowered me more than I care to admit.

  I slam the door behind us and stalk over to Aiden. I tug the belt free from his jeans, push the buttons loose and pull his cock from his boxers. It’s my time to show Aiden just how much he’s pleased me.

  His slight hiss as I stroke his cock feeds my hunger. “Take your shoes and trousers off, and then go and lean over the foot of the bed.”

  Aiden follows my instruction and waits for me, his backside on display. I want to try something before I get to Aiden’s reward. I run my hands over the muscles in his thighs and move up to his backside. My fingers dig into his flesh, warming it up, and sensitising it to my touch.

  My arm pulls back, and I deliver a short, sharp slap to one cheek before I run my hand down and between his legs, cupping his balls.

  “Oh, God, that’s…”

  I repeat and strike the other side of his arse before repeating. I don’t put much weight into it. More of a warm up than an actual spanking. Everything new with Aiden is like a warm up, something for me to gauge and test his reaction before I evaluate and move forward. We don’t have a set of hard and soft limits but explore in a natural way based on the trust we’ve built.

  His cock is as hard as nails as I cup and stroke the base, eliciting a deep-throated rumble.

  “Good?”

  “So, fucking good,” he pants.

  I give him three more slaps.

  “Turn around and put your hands behind your head.” My knees hit the floor, and I grab the base of his cock. I lick my lips as I stare up at his beautiful blue eyes. I make a show of opening my mouth and gently easing my red stained lips around the head of his cock. I gently suck him down, and I take him until my lips touch my hand holding his shaft. My tongue winds around his length and gently massages the ridge of his cock as I slide back up and repeat. I’m slow and deliberate. A teasing rhythm that will drive Aiden to distraction. My up and down continues, and I suck him deep to the back of my throat. I can taste his tangy pre-cum as I lick the tip of my tongue into the split at the head. The rest of Aiden’s body shudders at that movement, and I repeat it, wanting to test Aiden’s stamina.

  I haven’t given him any commands as to when he can come, but I want him to seek permission before he does. I want his submission to be instinctual. Something he craves as much as I do.

  “When can I come?” He grits out.

  I pop his head from my mouth releasing all the pressure.

  “When I cup your balls hard enough you can’t do anything but come.”

  He nods and tips his head back as I draw him into my mouth once more. He is delicious, and I enjoy giving him this pleasure, even if there’s a little torture mixed in.

  I continue my play until all I can hear are the steady stream of moans and groans flowing from Aiden’s mouth. His cock is rock hard, his skin silken against my tongue. My hand slides up his thigh and around to grasp his balls in my hand. I fondle them, playing with them in my hand before I increase the pressure. My fingers constrict, and I feel his balls draw up tightly.

  I work my mouth, pumping over his cock while I squeeze his balls tighter and tighter. He spurts hot jets of come down my throat in pulse after pulse as the room fills with a deep rumble of Aiden’s satisfaction. I suck him all the way down and lick his cock clean. He staggers back, and the bed catches his fall as he collapses. It’s incredibly satisfying.

  I climb up over him and kiss him fiercely. I kiss him with all the lust and passion that I have. He sucks at my lips, nipping and biting. It would be so easy to let him slip inside of me, but I don’t want that tonight. That’s not what this is about.

  At Solace, it’s easier to compartmentalise the scene. At home, in my bed, I would have been the one to put a condom on him and take him for my own pleasure.

  “I might need a minute, but I’d be happy for you to fuck my brains out now.”

  “Not tonight, baby. That was your reward for having such a… positive reaction to Solace. Knowing that this place can turn you on makes me very, very happy.”

  “I like you very happy. I don’t think I’ve come so hard in weeks.”

  “Don’t worry. I have every intention to make you come hard on many occasions.”

  “May I ask you something?”

  “Yes.”

  “If you’ve wanted to flog me so badly, why haven’t you yet? You’ve had me do a whole range of things I’ve never ev
en thought of or considered before. Why did you hold back?”

  “Flogging is something I wasn’t sure you’d like. It can hurt. It isn’t only for pleasure but can be used as a punishment as well. I enjoy delivering both. You didn’t know you were submissive. This has been a journey of discovery for you, and one that I’ve relished taking you on. I didn’t want to jeopardise something between us by going too fast.”

  “Are you good at it?”

  “At what?”

  “Flogging?”

  “Yes. I can make it feel like a gentle caress across your muscles, or I can make you feel like your flesh is on fire.” I wait for his response, my mind playing back memories of the sound and feel of the flogger hitting its target.

  Aiden answers after a minute. “What does it mean if I want you to try both?”

  “It means that you’re inquisitive, and you want to please your Domme.” I kiss him again. This time slow and sensual, but I break the connection.

  “This isn’t just play for me. You described it as play. I need you to be clear on that.” His eyes shine bright with the truth of his words.

  “I understand. It’s a term I’ve used, but I don’t think we’re playing anymore, either. Come on. Let’s get cleaned up and have a drink. Then we can go and meet some of my friends.”

  “Okay.”

  “And remember. You’re mine. You belong to me here. If anyone asks, that’s what you say. I belong to Miss Natasha.”

  “I belong to Miss Natasha. It has a nice ring to it.”

  Yes, it does.

  Before we go and join the others, I take Aiden into one of the nook bars and get him a drink. I have a sparkling water. He seems much more relaxed than he did an hour ago, and I am pleased.

  The visit is turning out to be a good revelation for me. My initial fears and worries were misplaced. Next comes the easy part for Aiden. I have to swallow my pride and wait for Seb’s reaction and introduce him to my friends.

  We head back through to the spacious reception area and into the intimate restaurant. A few more people have arrived, but it’s still very early by Solace standards.

  A waiter greets us at the door, and we enter the room. Seb, Izzy, Luc, and Jess sit at a large table in the middle of the dining area. Two more couples accompany them. I recognise Matthew but not who he’s with.

  They appear finished with their food, and their laughter and chatter drift over to us. I waste no time in taking Aiden over to introduce him and say hi.

  “Natasha, it’s so nice to see you.” Luc stands to greet me with a warm hug.

  “Thank you for the invitation. Sorry we’re only here to toast your celebration. Luc, this is Aiden. Aiden, Luc. I stand to the side and make room for Aiden. I raise my brow at him as he catches my glance. He knows not to ask any questions here. We’ll have time for that in the future.

  “Pleased to meet you.”

  “Likewise.” They shake, and I see the once over Luc gives Aiden. He’s sly about it before he looks at me with questions in his eyes. He wants answers like I knew he would. Just as everyone else would.

  “Jess?” I look at the table to where Luc’s future bride sits. She stands and gives me a modest hug.

  “Aiden, this is Jess. It’s Luc and Jess’ engagement celebration.”

  “Oh, wow, congratulations. I didn’t realise.” Aiden smiles at Jess and shows her his dimple.

  “Thank you.” She looks to me and then back to Aiden before grinning like a Cheshire cat.

  “Seb, Izzy, may I introduce you to Aiden.” They both stand and do the introductions. The look on their faces tells me they’ll have questions for me later. Of course they will. I haven’t introduced them to anyone. Ever.

  Seb comes over to me while Aiden is chatting with Izzy. “So. Aiden?”

  “Yes, Aiden.”

  “Your submissive.”

  “Yes.” It’s a simple and complete answer, and the only one I’ll be giving tonight.

  “Okay then.” His regard is unsettling, but only because I can see he’s trying to figure this out.

  We all share a drink and toast to Luc and Jess, and a feeling of belonging takes hold. This is my place and my friends. My life may have become unselttled, but it feels good to be here. I’ve lectured other Doms plenty of times about asking for help or being there to talk through things with them. I should have taken my own advice and shared with Seb earlier.

  Ting ting ting the chime of silver wear on glass cuts through the room.

  “Friends, if I can have your attention for a moment.” Luc draws all of our attention. “I’d like to thank you for spending time with us this evening. As you all know, Jess has agreed to be my wife. Now as some of you can appreciate, that’s a significant accomplishment.” I laugh along with a few others at his remarks. “Thank you all for welcoming Jess into Solace and our world, and I hope you will all mark your calendars and be there on the big day. Cheers.”

  We all join in his toast as cheers reverberate around the room.

  “Are you going to let me in on the inside joke?” Aiden asks in a hushed tone.

  “Jess needed a little convincing when it came to Luc.”

  “They didn’t hit it off?”

  “Oh no, they did. But she didn’t want to commit to him. And she wasn’t a submissive. Much like you, she found her path with Luc.”

  “I see.” Aiden sips his champagne.

  “Now, we can move downstairs and enjoy what Solace is really meant for.” Luc looks to Jess with fire in his eyes. He’s a formidable Dom, and although I had my doubts regarding Jess, she proved me wrong and is exactly what Luc needs in a submissive.

  I contemplate taking Aiden back down and running a scene with him. As much as he was turned on, it can be overwhelming for a sub to experience their first full scene, especially in a theatre such as Solace. My imagination clicks in, and I start planning what I can do with Aiden at home. He’d be comfortable, and I can show him the delights of my favourite flogger and give him all the aftercare he needs without the worries I’d have here.

  “That’s our cue to leave.” I take Aiden’s hand, nod toward Seb and Luc, and leave the room. We make it into the foyer, and Giles opens the door. Before we have a chance to walk out, Andrew steps up with Sarah.

  Her eyes dart to mine before she eyes up Aiden and my hand wrapped around his. Emotions dash across her face like a flicker-book. She shoots me another stare armed with anger and betrayal before her eyes soften and shimmer with tears.

  Andrew’s on Sarah like a hawk and wraps his arm around her steering them past us and into Solace. My feet pause as they pass, and Andrew and I lock glances. The concern he vocalised all those weeks ago is front and centre, painfully obvious for me to see. He’s concerned for his submissive. Tension spikes around us all, and my hand tenses around Aiden’s. Andrew shields Sarah, and I pull Aiden past Giles and out into the car park. The crisp evening air diffuses the unease from our impromptu meeting.

  “Who was that?” Aiden asks.

  “Her name is Sarah. Andrew is her Dom.” I don’t elaborate. I want to get back on track with Aiden and the plans that had begun to unfold in my mind.

  “Why was she looking at you like that?”

  “Like what?”

  “Like she wanted to tear into me and cry at you.”

  “You saw that?”

  “It wasn’t very well hidden.”

  “She used to be a submissive of mine. She wanted more out of the relationship, but that wasn’t what I wanted. She got too attached, and with Mum getting sick I set her up with a Dom that I thought would be more suited to her.” I recount the situation as succinctly as possible.

  Aiden doesn’t say anything else for the rest of the journey home. The situation is forgotten with no additional questions or concerns. The confinement of the car begins to fill with anticipation. My body pulses to the beat of my heart as adrenalin fills my veins. Tonight, I want Aiden to understand what it feels like to submit; to give himself freely to me k
nowing the full extent of my desires.

  I take a breath to loosen the tightness in my chest. It’s like someone is pulling the strings of my corset tighter and tighter.

  We reach the house, and I head right for the bedroom. I didn’t want to wait any longer to feel the satisfaction of Aiden surrendering himself.

  “Did you have sex with Sarah?” Aiden asks as he closes the door to my room. There’s a moment where everything I’d planned freezes.

  “Yes. Does that bother you?”

  “No, I don’t care who you’ve been with, as long as it’s only with me, now.”

  “You’ve seen who I am. I’ve been slow and patient, but I don’t want to be anymore.”

  “As long as I get to be with you, I’ll do anything you want. I want to please you and feel all of you.”

  “I want to tie you to the post and flog you.”

  “Hell yes. I’m hard just thinking about it.”

  “You say red at any time, and I’ll stop. I know what you like and don’t, and this is about trusting that I can bring you pleasure, as well as a little pain. I will look after you.”

  “I trust you.”

  I step closer, and into Aiden’s chest. My breasts press against his shirt, a slight tease for what will follow. “I’m pleased. I’ve taken it easy on you up until now. I’ve not wanted to jinx this or push you too hard into something I didn’t think you’re ready for. You didn’t realise you were sexually submissive, but that’s what you are. You’re my submissive.”

  “Okay.”

  “Say yes, Miss Natasha.”

  “Yes, Miss Natasha.” Our eyes search each other and with the words, the threads of our hearts knit closer together.

  I lock his wrists in my hands to prevent him from touching and lean to kiss his mouth. The satisfaction from hearing those words resonates to my soul and fortifies my mind.

  I rip my fingers into Aiden’s shirt and tear the material from his body. I tug it over his shoulders to bind his arms while I attack his chest with my lips and tongue. The salt pricks at my taste buds as I work my way down to the dark trail of hair above his waist band. My grip remains firm on his shirt, and I pull it free of his arms.