Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
I grip her soft hips in my big hands, and I look away from the mirror long enough to watch my cock disappear inside her, seeing more of Evelyn Richards than I ever even dared to dream of. My hands grip her in a way that spreads her ass cheeks, and I see the little hole centered between them. My nostrils flare at the dirty thoughts the sight sparks in my mind, and since she’s still distracted by the steady pistoning of my cock in and out of her, she pays no mind as one hand leaves her hip.
It’s not until I reach beneath her to gather some of her wetness and bring it back up to circle that little hole that she takes notice, and her entire body stiffens. I meet her eyes in the mirror, my pace slowing slightly so I can get an honest answer out of her when I ask, “Color, little mouse?”
“Um…” She moans as my cock slides along her G-spot. I circle her asshole with my fingertip again. “I, uh…. Yellow.”
I nod, bending to place a kiss between her shoulder blades. “Another time then,” I murmur against her soft flesh, and when I sit back up on my knees, I see her nod.
I pick up my pace again, and soon, I’m on the brink, and with Evie’s cries of pleasure becoming louder, one starting before the previous ends, I know she’s close too.
“I don’t want to come like this,” I say, more to myself than to her, as I pull out and flip her once more to her back. “I want to look into your eyes when I make you come on my cock.”
And as if my words have a physical effect on her, she does exactly that with only three more powerful thrust of my hips. “Oh my God,” she exhales, her nails digging into my back, and that’s all it takes to make me follow her over the edge.
Her pussy milks me, her inner walls fluttering around me as I plant myself deep and growl ferociously, while the most powerful, soul-shattering, mind-altering orgasm takes over my entire body. I’ve never felt anything like it before, not with another person, not even with my hand while fantasies of Ms. Richards played through my mind. Nothing could ever compare to the reality of actually coming inside her after being allowed to give in to the urges within me.
The aftershocks seem to go on forever, and the way her body continues to twitch and shudder tells me it’s the same for her. But the look on her face and how tiny her body feels beneath me, all I want to do is wrap her up and take care of her, to soothe her after what we just experienced together, not giving a damn about my own feelings.
I pull out of her, being as gentle as possible, and I can’t help the smile that pulls at my lips at her little frown when she loses my cock. In a fluid series of movements, my back is propped against her cushioned headboard and I’ve gathered her in my lap. I curl her against my chest, pulling my knees up to keep her locked in place. I run on instinct alone, running my fingers through her hair, gently stroking her soft skin, absorbing the closeness it brings.
And I realize, in this moment, I’ve never felt so powerful. Not when I teased her and made her cower. Not when I blackmailed her, making her think I’d reveal her secrets. Not even when I made her come with my mouth and then my cock. No. I have never felt more powerful than I do right this second, with Evelyn curled up and relaxed against my chest, completely surrendered, completely trusting, and fully at peace while I bring her gently back to the here and now.
She might’ve made it sound like aftercare was just for the submissive’s benefit, and maybe that’s all she believes it’s for. But it seems she has a thing or two still to learn, because this feels like pure bliss for this Dominant in training.
Chapter 9
Evie
I’m floating, hovering over my body, seeing from above as Nathaniel holds me to his chest, soothing me, petting me, whispering sweet things at the top of my head before planting kisses on my hair every few words. I smile down at the picture we make. I look so tiny in his arms, this overgrown man cradling me after he just delivered two of the best orgasms I’ve ever had, and certainly the best sex of my life.
It wasn’t even particularly creative, when compared to the things that go on at Club Alias. There were no toys or devices, no role playing, no costumes or power plays. No games. It was just a powerful man who craves control and a willing woman who wanted to give it to him, and he worked my body like he created it, like he knew it from the inside out. And now he does.