“Nathaniel,” she whispers. “Are you with me?” No fear, no cowering from the rage she couldn’t have missed pouring off me, no horror in her eyes from seeing me get stuck in my intrusive thought cycle. She brings me back, and all I can do is nod.
She gives me a gentle smile, using her thumb to trace over my bottom lip, a gesture so sweet I don’t even know how to process it. I’ve never let anyone touch me so tenderly before.
“So… no blackmail then?” She bites her lip.
I shake my head slowly. “No blackmail. Your secret is safe… even if you don’t want me.” I swallow.
Her chin wobbles even as she smiles, and she gives me a little nod. “Thank you, Nate.”
“You’re welcome, Evie.”
We stay like that, just staring into each other’s eyes, until she starts to squirm. “Am I too heavy?” I ask her, starting to lift my weight, but she tightens her grip on me, catching my bicep in her other hand to keep me close.
“No, it’s not that,” she says low, and then she turns shy, her cheeks turning pink.
“What is it, little mouse?” I ask, lowering so I can kiss her bottom lip that’s red from her biting it.
“I… I um. Well….” She makes a nervous sound that’s not quite a laugh.
“What is it, Evelyn?” I ask, making my tone more of a command, so maybe she’ll have an easier time answering.
She swallows and meets my eyes shyly. “I want you. And I know I’m your sub and I shouldn’t make any type of demand of you, and I should be satisfied after the amazing things we did last night, and usually I can only handle one night of scenes a week, but I just really feel… super close to you right now, and what I want more than anything in this world right now is for you to make love to me and—”
I slam my mouth down on hers, cutting off her nervous rambling, and kiss her with everything in me. I pour all the feelings I have for her into this kiss, and soon I’m aware of the way her hips are rocking beneath me.
I press my forehead to hers, our breaths quick and loud between us. “You saying you’re mine, little mouse?” I ask, needing to confirm what I took from all those words she spewed.
She nods fast and shallow. “Yes, Mr. Black. I’m yours.”
I shudder at her response, not believing this is actually happening, that my fantasy lover wants to be mine outside my dreams and not just for one night.
“But I don’t want to hurt you, baby. You’re so sore,” I whisper, reaching down between us and cupping her pussy, finding her wet but still swollen.
“I don’t care.” She swallows. “I need you. Just… can you be gentle with me? I know you’ve always had to in the past, and I swear you can take me any other way you wish, but just this time—”
“Evie, I told you I’d never hurt you. And if you need soft and slow, if that’s what my sub needs, then it’s my job as your Dom to give you that, right?” I prompt, knowing I’d give her sweet and gentle even if it weren’t part of being in this type of relationship.
She smiles, lifting her chin a little to nuzzle her nose against mine. “Right.”
“Then that’s what you’ll get, little mouse. But that’s going to be the first official rule between us, or law, or contract, or whatever the hell you call it,” I add.
“And what’s that?” She arches her back as I align my tip with her entrance.
“I don’t give a fuck what other Doms have wanted in the past. You fucking tell me every time you want me,” I order, and she gasps as I slowly start to sink inside her tight, wet heat.
“Yes, Sir,” she hisses.
And I spend the next hour making sweet, slow, gentle love to my girl.
Chapter 14
Evie
“What do you want for lunch?” I hear Nate call from my library as I put away the few dishes I had in my dishwasher.
“Uuummm… maybe a salad from Salata? Or… oh, a pizza from Mod sounds yummy. Or I could fix us some sandwiches here. But all I have is turkey, so if you want something else…. We could do Subway… or Jersey Mike’s—”
“Baby,” he cuts me off, his voice so close it makes me jump, and I spin around from the cabinet to find his chest right behind me. I tilt my head back… back… back… until I finally meet his amused eyes.
I swallow. “Whatever you want is good,” I whisper.
He narrows his eyes on me, looking for something he must find, because he nods once before leaning down to kiss my cheek. “I’ll be right back with your lunch, milady,” he says teasingly, and he disappears into my bedroom for a moment and comes back out tossing his keys up in the air and catching them as he makes his way to the door. When he opens it and steps outside, I expect to hear it close behind him, but instead, he peeks his head back in. “And don’t. Get. Dressed,” he orders with a lift of his eyebrow and an exaggerated look at my naked breasts before he pulls the door closed.
I giggle, shaking my head, and lean back against the counter, glancing down at myself. He’d at least allowed me to put panties on when he noticed how awkward I felt, feeling the wetness coating the inside of my thighs. It had made him instantly hard, seeing his cum dripping out of me, the insatiable man. But as much as I wanted him over and over, my ladybits had put their foot down. She was officially out of commission, no matter how gentle he could be. Gentle or not, the man was freaking huge, and my body was not used to getting so much undivided attention.
After
