19. ASH
19
ASH
O n the way home, Eve curls up on me in the car, hiding her face. I keep her close to me, my arm snug around her. We haven’t said a word since leaving the club. These last couple of days are really fucking with me. First Sasha, then my father, and now my sweet Eve. But she was trying to please me.
A burning sensation gnawed at the pit of my stomach. I failed her. I failed to keep her away from the fucked-up part of my life. I thought I could keep them separate, but now she thinks she’s not enough.
I pull into the underground parking lot of my building. When I come to a complete stop, she gently lifts her body from my side, her now-messy hair making me want to mess it up even more.
“How did you know about the kink club?” I ask the question burning in my brain.
“I just wanted to do something you’ve never done, but apparently, they know you there.” Eve’s staring at her hands in her lap, playing with a ring on her finger.
“I have been there. But not for what you think. I went to school with the owner. He has parties there every now and again.” I reach for her, but she pulls away.
“Did you use the rooms?” She looks at me through tears.
“I’ve watched things. I’ve done nothing there. It’s not appealing to me.” I reach for her again, and this time, she lets me.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. I like things to be between two people.”
“But why did you let me watch?” Her body shifts toward me, her eyes inquisitive.
“You’re different. You had surprise in your eyes. Then there was something else. You wanted me. You could have left, but you stayed and did the interview.” My hand caresses her cheek. I was falling for her, as stupid as that sounds. No one has ever looked at me with that much want in their eyes.
“I don’t understand how different that is from the club?”
“It's you, love.” I pull her lips onto mine and slip my tongue deep into her mouth. She tastes like bubble gum, and my mouth waters even more for her. “It’s always just been about you. Let’s go.”
I get out of the car, eager to have Eve all to myself. I make my way to her door and open it. I take her hand and help her out. Seeing her in such a suggestive dress, caused a very primal reaction, it’s something only I should see her in. But she was a beauty.
We walk to the elevator, clinging to each other. While we wait for it, temptation gets the better of me, and my hand slips between her legs and under her panties. She’s wet from the club. “What got you so wet?” I whisper in her ear as my fingers go effortlessly deeper inside of her.
“You. Being submissive.”
I retreat slightly to meet her gaze, trying to read the emotions in her eyes. “Do you want to dominate me, Eve?”
“I do,” she says, barely in a whisper.
I have to readjust my pants in case someone is in the elevator when it opens. She did a good job. If it wasn’t at the club, I’d have wanted to see where she would go with it. “I’m yours tonight.”
Her lips curl up, and she looks away, blushing. She’s acting shy, but after tonight, I know there’s something different she wants to explore.
I pull out my phone. “Just a minute.” I text my runner to pick up a few things. “Something for later,” I say, not wanting her to think it was about work.
The elevator opens, and it’s empty. But I know there’s a camera, so I must be good until we reach my condo. With her looking this tempting, it's tough.
The door opens into the darkness of my living room. I flip the soft entry lights on, and Eve drops her things on the nearest chair.
“I will make us some food, and your surprise should arrive.” I enter the kitchen and look in the fridge.
“You’ve never cooked for me.” Eve leans against the doorframe.
“That won’t change tonight.” I chuckle, taking out last night’s leftovers. “But I can cook.”
“Will you cook for me?” Her eye makeup is a bit smudged, giving her a sexy edge.
Placing the food on the counter, I move toward her, seizing and drawing her near. “Oh right, I’m the submissive tonight.” I kiss her neck and ear.
She giggles, pushing me away. “That’s right. You have to do everything I say.” Her voice is low and more assertive than I’ve ever heard.
It takes everything to not flip her over my shoulder, take her to the bedroom, and rip her clothes off. Instead, I behave like her good boy and step out of her space, kneeling in front of her. “What would you like me to do?”
Eve's eyes dart past me as she whispers, "Don't move." Her footsteps echo softly as she heads into the kitchen. I hear her opening cupboards and the fridge. I stay still, amused by her eagerness to assert dominance over me.
She returns with a bowl. “Hands behind your back.”
Curious about what's in the bowl, I obediently follow instructions.
“Open.” Her thumb is at my lips and enters my mouth as soon as it opens. “Suck.”
I happily oblige. She strokes my tongue with her thumb, then removes it. Taking a strawberry from her bowl, she puts it to my lips. “Bite.” Again, I do as I’m told. The sweetness of the berry fills my mouth. She eats the rest of the berry.
The doorbell interrupts our play. “Your gift has arrived. May I?” I gesture toward the door. She lowers her head in agreement.
I retreat to the door and grab my packages, thanking my runner. I bring them to the dining room table.
“What’s this?” I feel Eve’s arms wrap around my waist before snuggling into my side.
“Open it and see.” I try to hide my excitement. Her idea was a great one. The thought of exploring new things with Eve made me happy. Not just sex things.
Eve reaches into the bag and takes out a black box. On the top, the word Kinbaku is written in silver. I catch her curious gaze as she glances in my direction. She takes the lid off the box, and inside are blue ropes, conditioning wax, and rope oil.
“It’s something I’ve never done but always been interested in,” I say, picking up one of the rope bundles. “Would you be open to it?”
“What would you do?”
“It’s tight rope bondage. I’d put you in a position where you can’t move and do things to you. Enjoyable things.”
She feels the rough rope in her hands.
“It needs to be oiled and conditioned. I’d make sure never to leave a mark and stop whenever you wanted me to.”
We linger in the moment, giving her all the time she needs to think it through.
“And I could do this to you?” she asks.
“Yes. You can do whatever you want to do to me.” I lean in and kiss her forehead. “There’s more.”
She takes another box out of the bag, and it’s the same whip she used on me tonight. “It’s called a riding crop.”
Immediately, she takes it out of the box and playfully slaps it on her hand. With her eyes in my direction, she raises the tip of the whip to my chin. I don’t move. My cock hardens as I wonder how she’s going to use it later.
Putting the whip aside, she reaches back into the bag with more curiosity. She takes out a candle. “Oil candle. You want me to drip this on you?”
“You can do whatever you want to me, sweetheart.” I shove my hands in my pockets, wanting to rip that dress off her, but she’s in control tonight.
She reaches into the bag for the last item. A pink bullet vibrator. “Has anyone ever used this on you before?”
“I’ve used something like that when playing.” I reach for the toy in her hand and place it on the table. “But I don’t want to talk about what I’ve done with other people anymore.” I kiss her fingers.
“It's our playtime.” With a tight grip around my neck, she kisses me passionately, food forgotten.