“Well, that out-of-body feeling is what we call subspace. And it’s important to come down from that… like, gently. It could be rather jarring to go from floating in another world to suddenly crashing into reality, right? So a good Dominant will provide aftercare, to slowly bring his sub back into her body, to make her feel warm and welcomed back to earth basically.” I smile, thinking about some of the amazing Doms I’ve been with. “Personally, aftercare is my favorite part of the whole experience. It’s what leaves me feeling centered and levelheaded and gets me through… the rest of the week.” I finish up the sentence differently than what I’d been thinking, not wanting to mention he’s partly the reason I need such extreme measures to help me function like a normal adult.
“You make it sound like getting a fix, like a dose or treatment,” he replies, his expression curious.
I nod. “For me, it is. Not… not to get into my history or anything, but medications for my mental health didn’t work out so well. And this is the only thing that’s ever made me feel halfway… normal.”
“Normal.” He chuckles. “They say it’s the quiet ones who are the freaks.” He grins jokingly, but the word sinks to the bottom of my gut like a lead weight. I try to jerk my hands out of his grip. But he holds them hostage. “Ms.— Evelyn, what’s wrong?” Nate asks, holding tighter as I try to pry my hands away, leaning back on the ottoman with all my strength, but he pulls me forward easily as if I weigh nothing. “What did I say?”
“I’m…” I shake my head, my heart shockingly hurt for some reason, after I’d opened up to him. “I’m not a freak,” I manage to whisper, and I feel the corners of my mouth wobble as I try to fight back the sudden urge to cry. “Being submissive does not make me a freak. Just like being a Dominant wouldn’t. Just like having to control things, keep things neat and tidy and perfect, and count to certain numbers in your head, doesn’t make you one!” I cry out. And if I had my hands free, I would’ve slapped my palm over my mouth, in shock at the shit that just came out of it, but I don’t. So I can only look at him in wide-eyed, slack-jawed horror.
I brace myself when I see his nostrils flare, his brows lowering over his eyes that have gone dangerously dark. I’ve blown it. I just know it. All he wanted was to learn about Dominance and submission, and I had to go and spaz out and throw his own quirks in his face like an asshole. Hurt me and I’ll hurt you back, like some child playing slaps. But this isn’t some game. This isn’t some harmless conversation we’re having for funzies. This man holds my entire life in the palm of his hand, and he could crush everything I’ve worked for with one sentence from his mouth to his family, to my boss.
I hold my breath, waiting for his retaliation, every muscle in my body tense…
Chapter 7
Evie
The next thing I know, in one fluid movement, he rolls the chair he’s sitting in away, just enough that he can bring his long legs that were on the outside of mine together, forces them between my knees, and then uses his grip on my hands to yank me forward and onto his lap, straddling him. He takes my hands and circles them behind my back, locking them in place with his at my tailbone. He’s so tall that even as I sit on top of his lap, I still have to tilt my head upward to look into his eyes, which I do, but not for long, as his mouth comes crashing down on mine.
I’m so shocked by this turn of events, by this unexpected switch in emotion, that I freeze, trying to let my mind catch up with what is happening in reality instead of what I feared would take place by throwing those words in Nathaniel’s face. But then his mouth opens over mine, and his hungry growl sends a hot wave of wetness straight to my pussy. I don’t think; I just feel, and I open my mouth to receive his tongue, giving in to who I am inside and submitting to his dominance. This, I can do. This, I’m really fucking good at—giving over control and letting him take what he needs from me.
And what he needs from me right now is my tongue as he strokes his against mine in a way I’ve never been kissed before. There’s not a lot of kissing that goes on at the club, as far as the scenes I’ve ever participated in. Kissing is usually reserved for the people who are in actual relationships, a form of intimacy not often shared between random people who are scening together. At least in my experience. So Nate’s mouth on mine is an unfamiliar pleasure, and I melt into him, letting him lead me through a dance of lips and tongues, sighs and stolen breaths.
With another ferocious growl from deep within his chest, he launches me backward onto the oversized ottoman, following me with his big body as he pulls our still joined hands above my head. His weight is heavy but comfortable between my legs, and I whimper as he grinds his hips, the erection behind his fly notching perfectly with my clit covered by nothing but thin layers of lace and cotton. His face hovers over mine as he watches me, like he always watches me, and his dark hair hangs forward, creating a shadow over one side of his face. He’s like a gorgeous incubus come to wreak havoc.
He grinds his hips again, and it steals my breath, my head pressing back into the cushion as I arch my body closer to him. I need release, been waiting all
