Her pussy milks me, her inner walls fluttering around me as I plant myself deep and growl ferociously, while the most powerful, soul-shattering, mind-altering orgasm takes over my entire body. I’ve never felt anything like it before, not with another person, not even with my hand while fantasies of Ms. Richards played through my mind. Nothing could ever compare to the reality of actually coming inside her after being allowed to give in to the urges within me.
The aftershocks seem to go on forever, and the way her body continues to twitch and shudder tells me it’s the same for her. But the look on her face and how tiny her body feels beneath me, all I want to do is wrap her up and take care of her, to soothe her after what we just experienced together, not giving a damn about my own feelings.
I pull out of her, being as gentle as possible, and I can’t help the smile that pulls at my lips at her little frown when she loses my cock. In a fluid series of movements, my back is propped against her cushioned headboard and I’ve gathered her in my lap. I curl her against my chest, pulling my knees up to keep her locked in place. I run on instinct alone, running my fingers through her hair, gently stroking her soft skin, absorbing the closeness it brings.
And I realize, in this moment, I’ve never felt so powerful. Not when I teased her and made her cower. Not when I blackmailed her, making her think I’d reveal her secrets. Not even when I made her come with my mouth and then my cock. No. I have never felt more powerful than I do right this second, with Evelyn curled up and relaxed against my chest, completely surrendered, completely trusting, and fully at peace while I bring her gently back to the here and now.
She might’ve made it sound like aftercare was just for the submissive’s benefit, and maybe that’s all she believes it’s for. But it seems she has a thing or two still to learn, because this feels like pure bliss for this Dominant in training.
Chapter 9
Evie
I’m floating, hovering over my body, seeing from above as Nathaniel holds me to his chest, soothing me, petting me, whispering sweet things at the top of my head before planting kisses on my hair every few words. I smile down at the picture we make. I look so tiny in his arms, this overgrown man cradling me after he just delivered two of the best orgasms I’ve ever had, and certainly the best sex of my life.
It wasn’t even particularly creative, when compared to the things that go on at Club Alias. There were no toys or devices, no role playing, no costumes or power plays. No games. It was just a powerful man who craves control and a willing woman who wanted to give it to him, and he worked my body like he created it, like he knew it from the inside out. And now he does.
I don’t want to leave this cocoon of happiness he’s surrounded me in. Wasn’t it just a couple hours ago when I was sitting in my car, super bitter that he’d ruined my night of getting my fix of this? I almost laugh, thinking about how nothing any of the Doms at the club could have done would’ve held a candle to what I feel right now. I bet this high will last far longer than a week. But at the same time, I don’t think I want to wait even that long to get my next dose of Nate Black.
I see him tilt my head back and look deep into my eyes, but I can’t hear what he’s saying. I’m not in there, my consciousness still floating just above us. Yet I take notice when his face starts to look worried. I see myself blink at him, a smile curling just the corners of my lips, but that does little to soothe his furrowed brow and the way his biceps are starting to bunch as he holds me tighter.
I sigh, knowing I should go back, knowing I should soothe him, since he’s never experienced this before. I should tell him how proud I am to have been his first sub, how amazing it is that his instincts told him exactly what to do concerning aftercare, since I hadn’t really explained thoroughly how to do it after I told him what it was.
With one last moment hovering above our bodies, I take a mental snapshot to keep inside my mind and heart forever, and I know this image will be the one I compare every experience moving forward to.
Back in my body, I blink several times and take a cleansing breath in then out, relaxing even further against Nathaniel’s expansive chest.
“Evie, please say something. Are you all—”
I purr against him. “Never better,” I whisper, wanting him to go back to the softly murmured words against my hair.
“Fuck, you scared me. I thought… I thought I’d been too rough and–”
“Shhh,” I soothe, not caring that I’m essentially shushing my Dom. But he needs the assurance. He needs to know he did nothing wrong. “Subspace.”
His biceps relax, and it makes me sink away from him a little as he peers down at me, surprise covering his face. “Subspace? I… I got you to subspace? Without even anything… special?” he asks, his eyes looking back and forth between mine, and I smile.
“But it was special, Mr. Black.” I try to lift my arm to boop him on the nose, but the limb is too heavy. “You’re special.”
He must see the sincerity in my eyes, because a boyish smile spreads across his face, making him look younger than what his very manly body was just capable of doing to me. “You’re special to me too, Evelyn,” he murmurs, and then he lifts me halfway to meet his lowering face, and
