Chapter 29: Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Rose Garden

Helaine

Evan’s fingers curled against that sweet spot inside of me again, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I tried so hard not to come undone.

“That’s a good girl,” he purred as he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips with a hum of approval before that sinful tongue of his lapped up my juices. “There, it’s just up ahead.”

My eyes watered as I squirmed in my seat, left frustrated by the ruined orgasm.

But I knew Evan. Whatever he had in store for us would more than make up for it.

“What is?” I asked, squinting to try and get a better look at the unassuming building on the side of the road, nothing around it for miles. “A motel?”

“The Rose Garden,” he explained, and sure enough when we pulled into the parking lot, an old neon rose glowed above the entryway. “This place has catered to kink since it opened back in the seventies. It’s where I had some of my first real experiences with BDSM, back when I was . . . ”

Back when he was alive.

“Do we have time?” I looked up at the moon—it was high in the sky, but we still had a few more hours on the road before we’d be out of the car, and I had the distinct feeling that we wouldn’t be staying in my home town long. “The sun . . . ”

“No one’s waiting for us.” He shrugged, putting the car in park. “We could fuck until the sun comes up and rest here until nightfall—there’s no windows, so it’d be a safe place to stay, if you’re up for it.”

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t exhausted. Yesterday took a lot out of me, and sleeping cramped in the coffin with Evan really didn’t give my body the refresh I needed. But hotels tended to have beds, and if Evan and I got to break in that bed before laying down to sleep? I wouldn’t complain.

“That does sound nice.”

“Good.” He took my hand in his, kissing my knuckles before he climbed out of the el camino, crossing in front of it so he could open my door for me. “You won’t be disappointed.”

“I believe you.” I couldn’t keep the smile off of my face when he helped me out of the car, pulling me to his side. “You made me a promise, and I’m holding you to it.”

He led me into the building, and the first thing I noticed was how classy it looked with deep dyed red wool carpets, furniture that looked hand carved, and beautiful roses growing out of ornate ceramic vases.

The clerk at the front desk was well dressed—certainly better dressed than Evan and I—but he smiled politely as Evan got us a room for two. If this place was really as salacious as Evan said, no doubt they saw all kinds of people coming in here.

“The outside is pretty inconspicuous compared to the interior, huh?” Evan squeezed my hand. “It’s for discretion. A lot of high profile people have visited this place, and it’s a lot less damning for their reputations if it looks like a run of the mill motel from the outside.”

“Clever.” I nodded, following him into our room.

It must have cost half a fortune—the room was even better looking than the lobby, and there was no shortage of bondage gear and toys on display in well-built glass cabinets.

The bed even hung on secure chains, elevating it off the floor, adding to the ambiance.

“I’ve never been in a normal hotel this fancy,” I admitted as I sat on the plush red comforter, sinking into the comfortable bed. “Let alone anything like this.”

“Do you see anything you like?” His lips tugged into a smile as he leaned over me, caging me against the mattress with his lips just a fraction of an inch away from mine. “It’s a great place to try new things.”

“Well . . . ” My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as I looked up at him through my lashes, trying not to squirm beneath him.

He didn’t usually ask me what I wanted—at least not unless he already knew the answer—so now that he did I found myself completely tongue tied.

“You can tell me.” His voice was calm, reassuring, and he pressed a kiss to my hair. “If there’s something you’d like to try, I promise you, it isn’t going to shock me.”

“I want to try anal,” I confessed, pressing my lips into a thin line as I looked up at him.

“Is that all?” His lips curved into a playful smirk, his hand coming down to cup my ass. “If you want to try it, I’m certainly not saying no.”

He leaned up, taking hold of the waistband of my jeans to start pulling them down. It was only then that I realized I’d never buttoned my pants after he fingered me in the car, and my face flushed with embarrassment at the fact that I’d walked into such a classy place with my pants undone and my panties on display.

He pressed his lips to my hip when my jeans came off, taking his time to roll my panties down my legs. Any embarrassment I felt evaporated under the heat of his gaze.

“It’ll take some preparation,” he offered, dropping my panties to the floor as he stood. “If it’s your first time doing something like this, we’ll want to start with a toy before we work up to anything . . . bigger.”

Nervousness bloomed in my chest, and I almost felt like a blushing virgin. “Oh, that makes sense.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, opening one of the glass cabinets and selecting a small, pretty plug from the display before slowly making his way back to me, pulling my hips to the edge on the bed. “I want to make sure you’re as relaxed as possible before we begin.”

“You’ll be gentle, right?”

“Of course.” He pressed the plug into my hand, eyeing me intensely. “I want you to hold this, so your body heat warms it up.”

That made sense—his own hands wouldn’t do much to warm the cold steel, and the amount of forethought he put into this made me all the more eager to put my first experience in his hands.

He pulled a bottle of lube from the nightstand, squeezing out a healthy dab into his hand before dropping to his knees, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him when he dragged his tongue across my needy clit.

My lips parted in a small gasp when I felt the cold lube against my ass, his finger brushing against the tight hole.

“I want to finger you a bit to get you ready for the plug.” He pressed a kiss to my thigh, his mahogany eyes never leaving mine. “Is that okay?”

“Yes.” I nodded eagerly. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he purred, slowly slipping his finger inside of me, letting me adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. “Let me know if you’re uncomfortable.”

“I’m not,” I assure him, digging my nails into the soft comforter. “It’s just . . . new.”

He chuckled at that, beginning to move his finger in and out of me, getting me good and slick. “You’re taking it so well.”

His praise went straight to my core, and when he moved his other hand to rub my clit, I couldn’t help but arch my back and let out a moan. It felt so good, and I felt that coil within me tighten all over again.

I was expecting him to stop short, like he’s done so many times since we started sleeping together—to edge me into a higher state of arousal, but instead, he moved his fingers from my clit, slipping two into my cunt.

His thumb circled my my sensitive bud as his fingers rubbed that sweet spot inside of me, the middle finger of his other hand pushing in and out of my ass with delicious friction.

“Evan!” I screamed, my body twisting in pure, heedless pleasure as a wave of ecstasy came crashing over me. “Oh, god.”

“Pray for me, Angel,” he growled, his eyes burning into mine as I flew to heaven on his fingers. “I’m going to put the plug in now.”

“Y—” I tried to say, ‘Yes, Sir’, but the power of speech failed me, my voice devolving into a strangled moan. “Yes!”

His finger slid out of me, and he hummed, taking the plug from my hand before he pressed the tip of it against my lubed up hole. I felt the weight inside me as it slid into place.

“Perfect,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my thigh. “You’re absolutely perfect.”