“Next set!” Coach Gauntt yells, and Nate curses under his breath before stepping back.
He looks deep into my eyes, a warning on his face and in his tone. “I’ll call you this evening.”
I drop my phone into my purse and then pull it higher up on my shoulder, giving him a nod. “Good luck, Nate.” I give him a little smile, my eyes twinkling when he narrows his eyes, leaving him wondering if I’m talking about the phone call or his race as I leave to head out to my car.
Chapter 17
Nate
Nothing could be better than Evelyn’s complete surrender as I sink my cock deep into her scorching, wet, gripping pussy. Nothing. But after last night, I learned that playing power games with her when we’re unable to be together is a close fucking second.
In my research, I learned the benefits of making a submissive hold out, setting a rule that they aren’t allowed to give themselves pleasure without their Dom’s explicit permission. The site I found romanticized it, making it sound delicious and intoxicating instead of clinical like a few of the other things I was reading sounded. And I’m man enough to admit I like the more fantastical version of the lifestyle better. Maybe it’s the reader in me.
The article on the site said to think about it as if you own your submissive’s pleasure. Their orgasms belong to their Dom. So if they were to have those orgasms without their Dom, it’s like they’re stealing them from him… or her… although a female version is called a Domme, or Dominatrix, or Fem Dom.... Actually, every site I came across called them something different, so I’m not sure. Not that it matters, since I never plan to be with one; I just like to absorb all the information I can find on a subject I’m interested in.
So after I called her last night, I made it clear that she wasn’t allowed to come without me, but I promised her a reward if she was a good little sub and followed my rules. Since I’d be in her small town for our appointment with Dr. Walker this evening, there was nothing keeping me from making a pit stop at her house on my way back home afterward.
The day went about the same as yesterday—me compulsively counting down the time until study hall and our appointment, Evelyn’s presence quieting the obsessive thoughts enough that I could finish my work once I got to the library. A stolen kiss between bookcases. Parting words that made her flush with desire. There was a sign on the circulation desk today letting students know that the head librarian would be absent today during the last class and afterhours but a substitute would be available, and reading it made my adrenaline surge in my veins knowing it was because she was leaving early to make it to our appointment at four.
I signed myself out in the main office at 2:45 p.m., and as I was walking to my truck in the student parking lot, I looked up when I heard a vehicle start in the next lot over, stopping to watch when I saw Evie back her little car out of the parking space. She must not have seen me, because she didn’t stop to wave or anything on her way toward the exit, and then her car disappeared onto the main road. I picked up my pace, tossing my backpack into the passenger seat on my way in through the driver side, cranking my truck and connecting my phone to Bluetooth. I turned on Submersed, still stuck on the same album I’ve been listening to all week, since every time I hear the opening notes of “Hollow,” I’m immediately filled with the memories of what took place the night I drove to Evelyn’s house an hour away.
Which leads to this moment, and I’m trying my damnedest not to speed when I know my destination is far enough away from everyone we know that I’ll be able to touch and kiss Evie without worrying we’ll be caught. I’m a little nervous about the appointment. I’ve always been a little wary of therapists, knowing I’ll have to spill my guts only for them to try to give me advice and pills to try to control my disorder. But this time, the feeling is different. There’s a… hope inside me that’s never been there before, something telling me that this really could be the key to helping me understand what and who I am inside.
Fifty-two minutes later, I pull into the parking lot behind Evie and park next to her, hopping out of the truck and beeping it locked before hurrying to her door to open it for her. Unlike last time, I don’t have to coerce her out. I just hold out my hand, and she places her delicate little fingers in my palm. I haul her out of her seat and into my arms, my mouth landing on hers before she’s even able to finish her squeak, and she melts against me as I dip my tongue inside her mouth.
She sighs when I finally pull back and let her slide down my body until her feet touch the ground. I glance at my watch, seeing we have a little more than fifteen minutes before our appointment. “Perfect timing,” I tell her, and she gives me a small smile with understanding in her eyes. She must already have picked up on the fact that one of my quirks is always being early. “On time” registers as “late” in my mind. She bends to reach in and grab her purse, and I fight the urge to grab her ass, but only because I know it would probably lead to things that would cause us to be late. When she stands, I close the door for her and she locks her car, and I take her hand, loving the feel of
