I walk over to her, wrapping my hand around her wrist and pulling her to me. “Come on, love.”
She resists for a moment before letting out a deep breath and nodding. Her wrist turns in my hand, her non-verbal sign for me to let her go, and I quickly let my hand drop to my side.
“We’re going to bed, make the calls and tell me what you find out in the morning.”
Roman’s gaze narrows as his eyes travel from her wrist where I held it just moments ago, to her blushing face. She’s never been self-conscious about what we do, about how I provide the release she needs when she gets wound up too tight, but for the first time, I think she’s trying to hide it from someone.
She doesn’t want him to know.
That just won’t do.
If he wants to throw his hat in and fight for even a speck of Evie’s love, then he needs to know and understand who she is. She deserves to be loved completely, smothered in affection so she never doubts just how strong and beautiful she is. She never needs to feel like she has to hide.
Roman never responds, but the sound of him groaning is unmistakable as we walk up the stairs. Evie chuckles softly to herself as the fading sun sends streaks of gold through her hair, the windows in the staircase working overtime to highlight every beautiful feature she has. It’s as if the sun himself were craving just one last look at her before he disappeared for the night.
She walks ahead of me into the bedroom, tossing her phone on the bed as her hands fly up to rub at her temples. “What are we going to do, Wyld? It’s been a week and there’s still no sign of – “
“Shhh.” I come up behind her and run my handsdown her sides, grasping her hips with just enough force to make her breath hitch. “You’ve been stressing over this too much. Let me help you, Evangeline.”
Her arms drop to her sides as her head falls back onto my shoulder. “Yes, please.” I hear the emotion clogging her throat as she backs her hips into mine. “I need you, Wyld. I need you to make my mind shut off, just for a little while.”
I dip my head down to run my nose along the side of her neck. “I’ve got you, my love.”
She exhales and the move immediately relaxes her body into mine. Her nod in the next second is my cue she’s ready.
“Do not move from this spot, Evangeline.”
Her voice is softer than usual as she gives me another nod, “Yes, sir.”
I let her go and walk over to the closet, grabbing the black box on the top shelf sticking out as if it knew I was coming for it. When Evie and I first became intimate, we were hesitant about what the other liked. I was used to women being turned off by the level of depravity I liked during sex and Evie was used to being shamed because of the things her body and mind craved.
I found her box by accident almost a year after we started, searching her closet for a spare sheet after we had effectively ruined hers. Curiosity got the best of me and when I opened the case...I was not disappointed. Now, over two years later, Evie’s collection of toys has grown.
I bring the box over to her dresser and open it, immediately grabbing the ball gag, a hot pink dildo, and some nipple clamps. My eyes drift over to where her bedroom door still sits a few inches open and I decide to grab the blindfold as well and lay it besidethe others on the dresser. Just because Roman needs to understand who Evie is does not mean I’ll let her feel embarrassed about it. In fact, I’m going to make her feel the exact opposite.
Closing the box and sliding the clamps into my pocket, I walk back over to Evie and stand in front of her, taking in her closed eyes and the soft breaths escaping her parted lips. She’s already getting prepared to slip into the oblivion we create together.
“Arms up.”
Her arms immediately raise, allowing me to take off her sweater and watch as goosebumps rise along her arms. I bring them back down with a gentle touch and walk around her back to unclip her bra. I watch in rapid fascination as her breasts drop down, her nipples already hard from the cold. Her breath hitches as I wrap my arms around her from behind, one hand going to rest on her stomach while the other tweaks one of her nipples.
She exhales a soft curse at the small hurt and I can’t stop my dark chuckle that follows, “Always so sensitive for me, love.”
My hand leaves her breast to reach into my pants, my fingers latching onto the nipple clamps and raising them up for her to see. I see the barest hint of a smirk begin to form on her lips as I pinch the feathery clamps onto each nipple, flicking them once I’m done to make sure the toys won’t fall off.
Her responding moan is almost too soft for me to hear as I slide my hands down and unbutton her pants, pushing them to the floor. “Step out and get on the bed.”
She does as she’s told, walking over to the bed and climbing on with hooded eyes that stay latched onto mine. I grab the toys from the dresser and join her onthe bed, kicking my shoes off as I do. She eyes the blindfold as I raise it up, bringing it to her face and sliding it over her head.
“How much control do you want?”
Her full lips part as she shakes her head, breathing out one single word. “None.”
I slide down the bed and make quick work of my clothes, stripping every piece and tossing it down to the floor. Her thighs rub together at the sound, as if she’s imagining how hard I am for her.Always for her.
I keep my belt in my hand as I climb back onto the bed, grabbing her hands in mine and making makeshift handcuffs out of the leather. We have handcuffs, but there’s something about her tied up with something of mine that makes me nearly feral.
Her chest heaves up and down, her breathing coming faster at the adrenaline boost she gets from being restrained, and I grab another toy. I make quick work of the ball gag, strapping it around her face and slipping the silicone ball into her mouth, making sure to move her hair out of the way so it doesn’t pull.
