Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
EVIE
This is torture. It was easier before, but I’ve had a taste now, and forgetting about him is impossible. We crawl into our beds, and I miss his goodnight kisses. He won’t even spare me one. I was the one to set the boundary, and it’s a good sign that he’s holding it, but I miss him.
For two nights, my fingers itch, wanting to reach for my phone and ask him to join me.
Other than that, it almost feels like things are back to normal, even if we’ve taken a million steps backward. We still watch movies together; we do it with more space between us. We still walk through the woods together, but we don’t entertain thoughts of running away for a moment alone.
My feelings for him are solidifying, as much as I wish they wouldn’t. If I can still feel so much for him when we’re not tangled up in bed together, it’s real. Isn’t it?
The cabin is quiet. I shuffle around the kitchen as my cakes cool, desperate to keep myself busy.
That’s all I’ve been doing these last two days, and the kitchen is full—cookies, pastries, even a blueberry pie.
Now, there’s a cake on top of it all. I was lucky to find a few cake pans at the local shop.
The others will be kind enough to take some of the pastries off our hands, but I need to stop. This is getting out of hand.
Theo is locked away in his bedroom—half bedroom, half office—stuck on calls until noon. He loves being outside, and that’s what this trip is for. He probably won’t be in the best of moods when he’s done.
If only I could do something to cheer him up…
I knock on the door and wait, hoping he’s off his call. This may be the only time we can sneak a moment together all day. Christine is off in the woods, he’s here, and I know he has an hour break between now and his next appointment…
“Come in,” he says.
My heart skips a beat. Will hearing his voice always make me feel this way? The idea of seeing him has me lit up from within. I’m giddy as I step inside, my cheeks flushed pink. “Hi.”
“Hi.” He lifts a brow. “What are you doing here? Do I have an appointment I forgot about?”
“You do.” I press forward, sliding onto his desk—a small way of demanding his attention. “You almost missed an appointment with a very important client.
He obliges to my every whim, moving his papers out of the way, his hands landing on my waist. “And which client is that?”
“Me.”
“You’re right. That is the most important appointment I’ll have all day.” He looks out of the window, peering through the tiny crack in the curtain. “But we shouldn’t. Not yet. We’ll have to reschedule.”
His touch is gentler than I’m used to. There’s no pressure of his fingers, and he doesn’t draw me closer. He’s holding himself back. I wish he didn’t have to.
“Just a kiss,” I whisper. “Please? I miss you.”
He swallows thickly. “Are you sure Christine isn’t here?”
“Positive. She’s been gone all morning.”
That only makes it more dangerous. If she left recently, we would have more time together, but there’s no saying when she’ll return. Theo leans in, and I meet him halfway, pushing the worries to the back of my mind.
He stands, hovering above me, his body fitting so perfectly between my thighs.
When his lips brush against mine, it’s soft—just a taste, fleeting, as if he’s afraid to take more. The gentle touch is enough for me. Goose bumps form up and down my arms, and I have shivers and tingles all over.
His breath becomes mine.
I part my lips, and he runs his tongue along my lower lip, taking his time. We need to be fast and hungry, but he isn’t.
He drags his teeth along my lower lip.
“I miss you, too.” He sighs into my mouth and finally crushes his lips against mine, claiming and harsh. “You don’t know how hard it is to be close to you without being able to take what I want.”
“And what is it that you want?”
“You,” he grunts. “I haven’t wanted anyone like this in so long, and now that I’ve found you… you’re all I can think about. You’re all I want.”
His fingers move under my skirt, pressing higher. I brush my hand over his crotch, hoping to awaken him—only to find he’s already hard.
A giggle falls from my lips. “You really do want me, huh?”
“Oh, don’t be a brat—”
The front door opens, and the sound of clicking heels fills the little house. It’s never a sound I’ve minded, but now, it’s the soundtrack to a horror movie. It may as well be the revving engine of a chainsaw.
There’s nowhere to go. All I can do is stay in place. The cabin has an open floor plan, and you can see each door from the front.
If I leave now, she’ll know I was in here. Maybe that’s not the worst thing, but—
“Theo?” Christine calls.
My heart races, not in a fun way—nothing like how he usually leaves me palpitating.
“In here!” he calls, sounding surprisingly calm despite his wide eyes.
“Don’t!” I gasp.
“Under the desk,” he whispers. “Hurry.”
THEO
“There you are!” Christine gives me the same big, bright smile I’ve known for years. Nothing out of the ordinary—except there is, and she doesn’t know it. Hopefully.
Evie is still under the desk. She doesn’t touch me, but her presence alone stirs desire. I’m lucky it’s the kind of desk that can hide her, but… her being down there isn’t doing anything to help the situation in my pants.
I’m rock-hard and getting harder by the moment.
“I thought you would be in the forest with us,” Christine says.
“I wish.”
Evie’s hands brush against my bulge, and I clear my throat, holding back a groan.
“I’ve been going most days, but I had to take today off.” I cough. “Too many meetings.”
Evie presses harder. I grip the edge of the desk until my knuckles turn white. Despite my better judgment, I spread my legs, silently inviting her to continue.
“That’s too bad. It’s a beautiful day. I’ve heard it’s been raining, but the sun is out today like you wouldn’t believe.”
I swallow thickly and glance out the window. “Yeah. Too bad I can’t be… out there… enjoying it…”
Evie unzips my pants. Fuck. Hopefully, Christine doesn’t hear. What the hell is she doing down there, and why do I want her to keep going? Desire coils in the pit of my stomach.
“Where’s Evie?” Christine asks.
Shit.
“Shopping,” I say. “She ran out of…”
Evie’s hand wraps around my solid length, and my mind goes blank. I have an excuse ready, I swear, but it escapes once she touches me. Her tongue presses to the underside of my cock, and I nearly combust.
She’s enjoying this—teasing me and knowing I can’t do anything to stop her. All I can do is keep my composure, and I’m failing at that.
“Frosting!” I gasp. “She’s making a cake. I don’t know if you saw it.”
“I did.” Christine tilts her head to the side. “And I can’t wait to try it.”
I chuckle, ignoring the soft sensation of Evie’s lips wrapping around my tip. I’m done for. “It’s been nice to have you around.” Sort of. “I finally have someone else to help me eat everything she bakes.”
“Well, I’m happy to help.” She leans in the doorway, too comfortable for my liking. “Are you done with your meetings?”
Evie is getting bold. She sucks me, her tongue swirling around my head. I’m lucky she isn’t making a sound, but if she isn’t careful, I’m the one who will give us away. A whimper gets caught in the back of my throat.
“You seem tired,” Christine adds.
“No time to rest yet,” I say. “I have one more meeting, and I still have to—to prepare for it.”
It’s a hint, and I pray she’ll take it.
“Ah. I’ll leave you to it, then.” She finally looks like she’s going to leave.
Evie doesn’t let up. She strokes my saliva-coated cock, with my head still resting in her perfect mouth.
“I’ll come find you after!” My voice is high-pitched, seconds from combusting when the door finally shuts.
I push my chair back and tangle my fist in Evie’s hair, forcing her mouth off my length.
“You fucking brat,” I say between gritted teeth.
“What?” She smiles at me, sweet, innocent—but I know she isn’t. Evie knows precisely what she’s doing. “I’m having fun.”
The smile on her face is worth the torture. It’s the happiest she’s looked in days, all too pleased with herself, her eyes sparkling with glee. If she wants to play this game, I can, too—and I don’t think she realizes. Not yet.
She will once I’m done with her.
We’re not supposed to do this anymore, but I don’t care.
“No more fun for you.” My nostrils flare, and I dig my fingers into her thighs. “Underwear off. Now.”
She does as I ask. I take the fabric from her, holding it in my tight fist.
“Good job listening, but what do we say?” I tut.
“Yes, sir.” She’s still smiling.
“Dress off. Now.”
“Yes, sir.”
My eyes rake over her body. It’s the first real glimpse I’ve gotten of her nude form—of her soft hips and thighs, and of her perky breasts. I grip her underwear tighter, trying to decide what to do with her.
“You don’t come until I say so,” I growl. “Understood?”
“Understood, sir.” She sits on the edge of my desk and fixes me with a taunting stare.
I roll forward. “And you don’t make a sound. She can’t hear us. Nod if you understand.”
She nods.
“Open your mouth.”
Evie opens her mouth, her tongue flat, as if she expects me to fill it.
I shove her underwear into her mouth. “If you need me to stop at any point, what will you do?”
She hesitates and then shakes her head.
“Good. If you do that, I’ll stop.” I flash a devious smile and take off my tie. “Otherwise, I’m going to keep going. Don’t worry. You’ll like it.”
Evie presses her thighs together and nods enthusiastically.
“I’m binding your wrists again,” I murmur. “It’s what you deserve. But you can find other ways to communicate with me, right?”
She lets out a muffled moan, and without warning, my hand comes down on her pussy—a soft slap, but enough to draw out another sound of pleasure.
“Ah… Evie. That was a sound. Two sounds, actually.” I click my tongue and wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing the sides. “You promised to be quiet. Nod your head if you’re going to be quiet.”
Slowly, she nods.
“Nod again if you want me to keep going.”
She does. The tip of my cock leaks onto the floor.
I bind her wrists behind her back—loose enough that she can slip out if she needs to. She won’t. No matter how much she teases, Evie wants to be good for me, and I trust her to stay that way.
It will be more fun if she doesn’t.
I move onto my knees and press my face into her hot mound, inhaling the scent. “You don’t come until I say so. Don’t forget. You’re not allowed.” The words vibrate against her pussy, and to my surprise, she stays perfectly still. “Only good girls get to come, and you’ve been really fucking bad.”
She’s being good for me now, not moving under my touch—not even a twitch. Who knew she could be this well-behaved?
I press into her hole, tasting her sweetness all over my tongue—and then thrust in, once, twice, three times.
I’m the one who wants to moan now. My cock throbs, desperate for attention.
Instead of giving it, I lap at her clit and dive two fingers into her pussy.
She squirms under my touch, but when I lift my eyes to meet hers, she nods—a sign to continue.
It’s the least I can do, and it’s all I want to do.
I circle her clit with my tongue over and over, paying attention to each cue.
She can’t tell me when she’ll come, but I’ll know.
I know by the shaking of her legs, by how she writhes—unable to stay quiet, moans and whines muffled by her wet underwear, covered in her drool and arousal.
I pull away and glare. “Were you going to come?”
She nods, still wiggling, her bound hands resting in front of her.
I slap a hand against her pussy, harder this time—and I don’t stop.
“You don’t get to come,” I grunt. “Good girls come. You’ve been bad, haven’t you?”
She nods, her chest heaving with each slap.
Fuck. I can’t stop—can’t get enough. My mouth is on her again, devouring. I may delay it for my pleasure, but I want her to come—need her to. Every drop of arousal is a reward, and I won’t stop until I have everything I want.
We stay like that until tears spill from her eyes. This time, rather than smacking, I rub her clit. She’s ready. She deserves to come. I stand, my body nestled between her legs, holding her face with my free hand.
“You’ve been so good for me,” I whisper. “Do you want to keep going?”
She nods adamantly. I’m impressed. If she’s had enough and wants to tap out, it would be perfectly understandable. I’ll switch to aftercare as soon as she needs it. Instead, she’s pleading with her wet eyes, still shaking under my touch.
Once we’re alone, truly alone, we can have so much fun together.
I need this, too. My cock is weeping, and I am seconds from making a mess of the floor.
“Do you want to come?” I line my cock up with her entrance. “Come with me? Is this what you want? Is that why you came in here?”
She nods again, and I press into her, giving her every inch. I move a hand to her mouth, making sure her gag stays in place, and muffle every sound as I fuck her to release.
It doesn’t take long for us to get where we need to be, and we arrive together.