Of all the men in the BDSM community, some of them the best in the entire world right here in my hometown, I had to have an undeniable connection with an untrained eighteen-year-old.
“I’ll set that up now,” I reply, but when I go to turn around and get my phone, he catches my wrist and hauls me to him.
“Just know the only reason I’m not punishing you right now is because I feel like what you went through while I was gone was punishment enough. But once I learn more about being a proper Dominant, you won’t get away with such disobedience so easily,” he promises, and I melt against him.
“Yes, Mr. Black,” I breathe. And he leans down and kisses me soundly before spinning me around and swatting me on my ass, sending me in the direction of my purse.
It’s all I can do not to giggle like a schoolgirl.
Chapter 15
Nate
Evie sent her therapist a text requesting an appointment as soon as possible, and once she told him it wasn’t any type of emergency for her mental health, he set us up for Tuesday at 4:00 p.m. I’d have to miss swim practice, but I knew it would be worth it. This is something I need to do, not only to learn for myself but to prove to Evie how serious I am about all of it, about us.
I spent the night again that night, assuring her my parents wouldn’t be worried, because I told them I was spending the weekend at Alistor’s house. We didn’t have sex again, because I’d worn the poor little thing out, but that didn’t stop me from eating her until she came. I was good and thoroughly obsessed with Evelyn’s pussy.
Seeing as I spent the last two days in the same clothes, on Sunday I got to enjoy watching Evie blush for two hours as I walked around buck-ass naked while my stuff was being washed and dried. I have no shame, and it was amusing seeing her squirm and try not to stare.
We had a long discussion about how things would go after our weekend together. I promised her I wouldn’t tell anyone about us, reiterated the fact that I wouldn’t tell anyone anything about her secret, and was sworn to secrecy about Club Alias. If the place was so important to Evie, then I would make it important to me, so she had nothing to worry about there.
She wondered aloud what it would be like during study hall, now that I know what she looks like naked. I told her that wasn’t so much to worry about, more being the fact that we’d had butt sex. She’d choked on her sip of coffee. But on a more serious note, I told her if we truly wanted to keep us under wraps then I’d have to continue treating her the way I always had in front of everyone. Yet I made it perfectly clear that it would all be an act so not to let her anxiety talk her into it being anything besides that.
In reality though, I have no idea how that will go. Taunting her, intimidating her now that I know the most vulnerable parts of her, that she knows the deepest and darkest parts of me… it just doesn’t feel right. So we’d just have to take all that one day at a time.
Now, it’s Monday morning. Six hours until study hall and T-minus thirty-two hours until our appointment with Dr. Walker. Every time I glance at my watch, I have to do the math quickly for both countdowns before I can focus back on my schoolwork.
It’s driving me mad knowing Evelyn is just right down the hall in the library. After sleeping with her in my arms for two nights straight, I could barely fall asleep last night, my California king-sized bed feeling way too big when I’d been curled around my little mouse in her queen. When I got up this morning, I made sure to use the cologne she mentioned she likes. I would’ve put a little more effort into looking good for her, but seeing as we’re a uniformed school and I already make sure I look my very best every day, all I could really do this morning is wear my new white polo shirt instead of one of my older ones.
When I came downstairs after getting ready for school, I skidded to a stop next to my mom and pulled her in for a hug, something I realized I hadn’t done in a while when she looked at me with a surprised but happy smile on her face. I told her she looked pretty today and that she did an excellent job on dinner last night, practicing verbally praising so I could get used to doing it for Evie. Mom had flustered and swatted at me playfully, telling me to hurry before I was late for school—as if I had ever been late for anything in my life.
I spent hours on the internet last night looking up everything BDSM. There was a whole world of information, and it was easy to get overwhelmed trying to take in everything at once, so I chose one thing to focus on in a guide I found about becoming a worthy Dom, and I gave myself an assignment. Anytime something good stands out to me, I won’t keep my thoughts on the inside. I will verbally give praise. Basically, a sub lives for praise, so I need to train myself to speak up when something makes me happy.
So far, I’ve complimented my mom, two teachers, told Mr. Garland the
