Chapter 8
Evelyn’s cheeks coloured as he had known they would as she slowly started to undo her jeans. She was already hot for him. He’d brought her into her domain and her petty grievances seemed to have flown out of the window. Did she really think she could walk away from all of this? From him?
When she removed the jeans and kicked them away from her body, her green eyes sparkled with excitement that she could never hide from him.
“Now your t-shirt.”
She exposed her body inch by inch like she knew what she was doing to him. Maybe she did. Maybe she knew he’d had her followed for days. Maybe she knew that the only reason he had messaged her to get into his car was that he couldn’t stand to see her with another man. She was not free to meet other men while she belonged to him.
Evelyn finally stood in front of him with just her black, lacy underwear.
The anticipation was killing him, probably more than it was killing her. Evelyn always looked at him like this, like he could do whatever he wanted and she’d love every second of it, and that went straight to his head all the time. His dick hardened as he imagined everything he was going to do. Over and over again.
“Turn around. Slowly.”
She did as she was told until he had the best view in the world. Her round ass was barely covered by her lacy underwear and it was so perfect he knew it would bring lesser men to their knees. But he remembered she hadn’t worn those panties for him. She had been out with another man so fuck knew what her plans had been with him.
“Take them off,” he growled.
He didn’t want to see that pair again.
Evelyn slowly bent over as she lowered them. He couldn’t help the groan that involuntarily left his lips. Two fucking weeks without her and he felt like he was dying, but he didn’t want to rush this. He’d taken the day off for this, so he would savour every moment of this sweet torture.
Evelyn turned her head to look back at him. Her cheeks were more flushed now, and her eyes were already glazed over. He could see the rapid rising and falling of her chest as she waited for the next instruction.
“Turn back to me,” he whispered.
She did, and his eyes immediately lowered to the gap between her thighs. He knew she would already be soaking wet. His Evelyn was so easy to please, so easy to satisfy. The thought of her slick heat gripping him tightly made him shift his position so the zip of his trousers wasn’t biting into him.
“Take it off.”
Her hands reached behind her to undo her bra, and then her perfect, perky breasts spilt out. The rosy nipples entranced him. He wanted to suck on them. Lick them. Hell, he wanted to eat all of her. But today wasn’t about that.
Today he was going to punish her.
He stood up and took his time walking around the room. A lot of her favourite toys were already laid out on a table near the bed for easy access, but he teased her by walking past them. He walked past the chains and collars, his ears picking up every hitch of her breath. He casually picked up a silk blindfold and a gag before he walked over to circle Evelyn. Her whole body looked flushed now, and her plump lips were slightly open as she watched him.
Every part of him screamed for him to start touching her, but she needed to learn this lesson first. She belonged to him. Her body belonged to him.
He went back to his slow inspection of the equipment. Evelyn liked all of them so much that it was quite difficult to decide where he would start. He walked past all the benches and straps until he came to the swing suspended from the ceiling.
There. That was where he would start before he took Evelyn all around the room.
“Come here,” he said.
Evelyn didn’t hesitate. He secured her and adjusted her to the height he needed her in before he circled her again. Then finally he stood in front of her and started unbuttoning his shirt as his body hardened more at the view in front of him. Evelyn’s eyes greedily followed every movement.
“I have been too lenient with you,” he said as shrugged his shirt off. “You sold yourself to me but I’ve let you have your freedom and made sure you got as much out of this as I did.”
He threw his shirt aside. Evelyn’s eyes were glued to his chest as if she wasn’t even paying attention to what he was saying. Hell, at this rate, this wouldn’t be the punishment he intended.
“I always thought our arrangement was mutually beneficial. Have I ever mistreated you?”
Evelyn’s gaze came back to his face.
“No, but_”
“Before you left that note, had I disrespected you in any way?”
“No, you hadn’t.”
He sensed the hesitation there. She was lying. His anger welled up because he knew he’d always treated her with the utmost respect, regardless of how she had come to be in his life.
But he ignored that lie and unzipped his trousers. Evelyn watched every move, greedy for what she knew was coming.
“And yet you think you can just walk out and do what you like,” he said as he took his shoes off.
"This agreement isn't indefinite_"
"This agreement is for however long I want it," he said firmly. "You're mine to do with as I please, Evelyn."
He was naked and jutting out proudly, and her eyes were eating him up. He twitched but fought to regain control. But that was always next to impossible. Seeing Evelyn helpless and secured like this was the ultimate turn on. He could see just how wet she was.
He reached for the gag and blindfold quickly and then watched Evelyn’s throat work as he approached her. She liked to scream and she liked to watch. She wouldn’t be allowed to do any of those things today.
“Roman_”
“Mr Ashfield,” he reminded her, cutting off her protest with the gag. And then he put the blindfold on and surveyed his handiwork.
“You can’t cum until I tell you to. Do you understand, Evelyn?”
She nodded. Her trust in him hit him deep and made him tremble in reaction. He was definitely going to punish himself as much as her.
“If you behave, I might let you suck it. Would you like that?”
She nodded again, more vehemently than before.
Fuck. This little woman was going to wreck him. Maybe he should have let her go, after all.