She was edgy,onedge. Wanting him to stop and yet at the same time wanting him to thrust in as hard as he could and put an end to both their misery.
She whimpered low in her throat, a sound that made him stop immediately.
“Too much?” Drake whispered, even as he pressed forward more.
“No. I want more, Drake. Please, I need more. I’m so close and I want you so deep inside me. The pain is no longer pain. The pain is pleasure.”
And then suddenly he plunged deep inside her and she yelled hoarsely, her fingers leaving her or she would have orgasmed instantly. She panted, her body heaving as Drake remained buried to his balls in her ass.
Oh God, it was the most incredible sensation she’d ever imagined. Never would she have thought she would find pleasure in this act. The idea of it seemed repugnant. But now, in this moment, it was symbolic of Drake’s complete possession and his exerting his complete dominance over her.
She needed this. Needed him.
He pulled slowly out, retreating inch by inch until she clutched only the head of his penis. He paused a moment and then powered into her again, wringing another cry from her.
“Oh God, Drake. It’s too much. I won’t last,” she said helplessly. “What do I do?”
“Shhh, Angel. I’m not finished yet. Put your hands forward, palms down on the bed, and keep them there until I’m ready.”
Reluctantly she did as he commanded and then closed her eyes in preparation for what came next.
He wasn’t as rough as he’d been in her pussy and with her mouth, but he was also firm and unyielding, gaining depth with every thrust. But he set a slow, almost leisurely pace, stroking in and out until her world went completely hazy around her.
After what seemed an eternity, he twisted one hand in her hair whilekeeping a firm hold on her hip with his other hand, and he pulled upward, forcing her neck back.
“Touch yourself now, Angel. I’m close, so you need to catch up.”
Eagerly, she slid her hand between herself and the bed once more and found her sweet spot, groaning instantly when the first thrill washed over her.
“I don’t need to catch up,” she said breathlessly. “Just do it, Drake. I’m so close. I want it hard. Rough. However you want me. I want to be that for you. Only for you.”
He released his hold on her hair and then grasped both hips, tilting her up even more, and then he began to thrust long, hard and as deeply as he could. She felt a spurt of moisture from herself as the first waves of her orgasm broke and rushed over her like a tidal wave consuming everything in its path.
She screamed and went wild beneath him until finally he pressed her forward, trapping her firmly between the bed and his body as he continued to drive over and over into her.
And then suddenly his weight lifted and he yanked free from her ass just as she felt the hot spray of his release splash onto her back and behind. Then he thrust back into her, holding himself deep as he twitched and convulsed, emptying the last of his semen deep within her body.
“Never a more beautiful sight,” he said gruffly. “You’re mine, Angel. All of you. Have no doubt now that you belong only to me and another man will never touch or take what is mine.”
Predictably, the next morning Evangeline woke alone in bed, Drake no doubt having vacated it long before. She had no idea how he managed to keep the hours he kept and even how he had the time to work her into that busy schedule.
She closed her eyes in dismay when she saw that this morning’s offering was the same as it had been all the mornings since she’d officially moved in with Drake. She dreaded seeing what outrageously expensive gift he’d chosen for her this time.
With a resigned sigh, she opened the gift first, avoiding for now the note Drake had left her.
It was a dazzling and no doubt priceless tennis bracelet with huge diamonds that encircled the entire piece of jewelry. It matched the diamond earrings he’d given her, and now she worried he’d soon be giving her a matching necklace as well.
The only gift she never took off was the necklace Drake had given her because it was symbolic to her. It represented his pet name for her, a name only he used, and it had been the first gift he’d given her. But at the time, she hadn’t realized this would become a daily ritual of him buyingher expensive pieces of jewelry that made her feel guilty because of how extravagant and unnecessary it was.
She was uncomfortable over the thought behind the gifts. If he was trying to buy her when all she wanted was him. She felt guilty wearing such priceless jewelry when her parents and friends lived day to day, paycheck to paycheck.
Yes, Drake had seen to her friends and family, but it still bothered Evangeline to be living in such luxury and being showered by gifts that the cost of one piece alone would cover her parents’ expenses for an entire year.
With another sigh, she carefully put the bracelet back into its box and got out of bed to go place it next to the others before returning to see what Drake had to say this morning.
Going to be a long day in the office. I have several matters to take care of and several meetings to attend. I’d like you to cook something that will keep or be able to be warmed over, since I won’t know an exact time I’ll be there. I’ll call you on my way so you can warm it up again for my arrival. Zander will be by this afternoon to get a grocery list from you and run out for whatever you need for tonight. Enjoy your day in and rest. I was hard on my angel last night.
Evangeline’s lips tightened. She couldn’t even go to the market to get the few things necessary to cook a meal? Was she a prisoner after all, no matter what Drake assured her of? She knew one thing. She wasn’t staying cooped up in his apartment all day while Zander played errand boy. It was a beautiful day and the forecast had been for cooler, more fall-like temperatures today and the rest of the week. She had no intention of not getting out and staying shut in every day.
