Chapter 65
They needed to talk.
To clear the air because clearly he wasn’t over this Brendan shit and Evelyn was still very angry. This was the perfect opportunity to start talking and finally fix things.
But damned if he could think now.
He had been hard as a rock the moment Evelyn had started kissing him but when she whispered those words his whole body had reacted. Heat rushed through his veins as the anticipation of taking her to the playroom made it hard to think about anything else. Like all his blood flowed from his brain to his dick and nothing else mattered except doing what Evelyn wanted.
He didn’t wait for her to tell him again because this was something he had been hoping for, even though he hadn’t imagined it would happen on their first day back.
He took her hand and led her up the stairs, and at the door to his favourite room in the house, he paused.
“Are you sure? We should talk first,” he said.
He was impressed with himself for asking. But he knew from the look in her eyes that she was as far gone as he was. They would have to fuck first and talk later.
Evelyn’s answer was to open the door and walk right in. She lifted her dress by the hem and whipped it over her head as she walked to the middle, leaving only a set of lacy underwear on. The shape of her took his breath away, as it always did. The round bottom and tiny waist. The gap between her powerful thighs. The shape of those legs that could hold him in place while she took her fill of him.
He closed the door behind him and walked towards her slowly. Though he was supposed to be in control of things in this room, it was clear that she had it all. She was leading and all he could do was follow.
He stopped behind her and trailed a finger from her neck, down her spine to her tailbone. Evelyn’s body trembled in response.
“Take it all off, Evelyn,” he whispered.
She did as he told her, and when she bent over to remove her panties, he groaned out loud.
“Stay down,” he said.
He ran his hands over the perfect, round cheeks before he gently moulded them.
“You were made for me, Evelyn Bright. Every inch of you is perfect,” he said.
His voice was raw and full of everything he was feeling as he gently ran the tips of his fingers against her soaking slit. But he didn’t go any further than that, as much as he was aching to. Instead, he ran his hand up her back and buried his fingers in her hair to grab a handful. He gently pulled to make Evelyn straighten and met her gaze.
“What do you need, Evelyn?” he asked.
“You. In my mouth,” she whispered.
Her cheeks were flushed and her lips parted. He twitched uncontrollably between his legs, the zip of his trousers biting into his dick. He had missed this. He had missed this so much.
He let go of her hair and backed away from her. Evelyn’s gaze lowered so she could see what she had done to him without even trying, and he saw the heat in her eyes increase. She was loving every second of this.
He discarded his ruined shirt before he slowly undid the button and zip of his trousers. And when he freed himself, Evelyn’s mouth parted further and her eyes glazed over. He could see her chest rising and falling quickly as if she was about to get the prize when the truth was he was the one who would win this one. He had never known anyone else who got off on sucking his dick the way Evelyn did.
When he had kicked off his clothes, he saw Evelyn’s gaze go over to her bench, but he had something better for her today. He would surrender any semblance of control. Tonight she could do whatever she wanted to him to get that anger out of her system.
He walked over to the other side, to the wall where a few chains hung along the length of it. Evelyn’s eyes widened when she saw where he stopped and what he was going to do. He didn't look away as he cuffed his wrists one by one and then leaned back against the cushioned wall.
“Take what you need, Evelyn.”
She hesitated only a moment before she came towards him. The fire in her eyes burnt him as she looked at him from head to toe before she put her hand on his chest. Her fingers trailed down his body the way he had done to her, making him tense his muscles and lean into her. And then she wrapped them around him, making him twitch in her hand.
She kept her gaze on him as if she was gauging his reaction. And he was reacting just the way she wanted if he was going by her reaction to him. He could already imagine how drenched she was now and he hadn't even touched her yet.
Evelyn let go of him and he almost ordered her to come back and finish the job. But this was her show. When she pulled a stool forward and sat down in front of him, he knew he was in for one hell of a ride.
She licked him from the base to the tip, slowly, so agonizingly slowly that his jaws went slack and his head fell back against the wall as he thrust forward.
He wasn’t going to last, that much was clear. And Evelyn must have realised that because she went to the table and came back with a ring.
Shit. She wanted to torture him. She was going to make him beg for his release. She was going to make him lose his mind. But the payoff would be off the charts. The realisation filled him with contradicting thoughts as he gripped onto the chains holding him.
He grunted as she rolled the silicon ring on him and chased it down with her mouth.
In this position, he couldn't touch her. He was at her mercy until she decided he had had enough. Maybe she was punishing him because he was begging her to finish him off only minutes later and she wasn't having any of it. She was relentless. She sucked and licked. She swallowed him whole over and over. Her throat worked on him, pulling him into a world of nothing but need, lust and straining to cum but unable to.
And the whole time she moaned around his dick like she was licking a lollipop while she touched herself. While she teased him with the sounds she was making and made his mouth water for a taste of her.
When she finally took mercy on him, she removed the ring and quickly swallowed him whole. And he instantly shot his endless load down her throat with his eyes rolling back into the back of his head like a zombie.
He came until there was nothing left, calling her name over and over. It felt like his mind splintered from the force of it, from the intensity as she swallowed everything.
And when she finally released him he fell back against the wall because his knees were too shaky to hold him.
He looked down at the woman responsible and saw the satisfied smile on her lips. Evelyn looked so proud of herself. Proud that she had sucked the life out of him. Wrenched his soul from his body and thrown him in that place only she could send him to.
She stood from the stool and kissed him before she stepped away to look over the rest of her toys. She didn't unlock the handcuffs as he had thought she would.
"I think I will take you up on your offer, Roman. I will take whatever I want from you, whenever I want for however long I'm here," Evelyn said as she sauntered across the room.
Anything. She could have it all.
"I mean, you're right. I will never have this with anyone else. I should enjoy it while I can."
Because she still thought she would leave him?
His chest tightened at her words but he was still too lost in his lusty haze to feel anything else.