His hands roughly parted her cheeks and he plunged inward again, but she was too languid to continue touching herself, too lethargic to register the need to do so.
“Touch yourself, babe,” Drake commanded. “I want you with me and I’m about to come all over your rosy ass.”
She stroked lazily, her earlier urgency dissipating. As if sensing her state of subspace, he forwent the roughness of his thrusts and instead stroked long and slow, setting a leisurely pace.
Where before her orgasm had demanded its due, this time she climbed slowly up the peak and when Drake’s fingers dug more sharply into her hips and he swelled even larger inside her, she applied more pressure, determined that they go together. Always together.
Her orgasm flooded her, the sweetest, slowest spasm that encompassed her entire body, setting each nerve ending on fire. She tingled from head to toe, delicious chill bumps spreading over her skin, making her hypersensitive to his every touch.
And when he leaned down and pressed his lips to her spine and licked his way up to her nape, the world tilted around her, blurring in the most exquisite bliss she’d ever experienced in her life.
The warmth of his release flooded her, heating her from the inside out, and then he lifted his head and withdrew, and hot jets of semen covered her back, making her shiver all over again.
For a long moment he stood there between her splayed thighs, and then he gently pulled her arm from beneath her and caressed the length from wrist to shoulder. He pressed a warm kiss to her shoulder.
“I’ll be right back to take care of my angel,” he said in a husky voice.
And then a short time later a warm washcloth cleaned the remnants of his release from her back and then her behind. He took care with the flesh tender from the spanking and his rough and then gentle possession of her ass. When he was finished, he slowly rolled her to her back, mindful of her knee, and she gazed up into eyes that glittered with satisfaction and approval.
“My angel has had a long day and needs to rest now, and there’s nothing more I want than to hold you while you sleep.”
Evangeline woke and promptly snuggled further into the covers, the slight ache in her behind bringing back the delicious pleasure Drake had given her the night before. She had no desire to get up and emerge from the cocoon and into reality and so she lay there for a long while, savoring each moment from the night before.
It was like having the most beautiful dream, one she never wanted to awaken from. And then remembering the ritualistic note accompanied by a ridiculously expensive gift that she’d awakened to every single morning since she’d moved in with Drake, she reluctantly turned, hoping...
She let out a sigh when her hopes were dashed. A single wrapped box lay next to a note. Most women would think it terribly romantic, but every time Drake left her a gift, it somehow cheapened their relationship and reduced it to a business transaction. As if he were paying her for... sex. When the very best gift he could give her would be for her to wake up in his arms.
She cringed and then sat up, curling her legs up against her chest and wrapping her arms around them, hugging herself as she stared at the offending box.
There was little point in putting it off, since Drake would no doubt have her instructions for the day listed in his note.
First she opened the box, dreading what it would reveal. But even she wasn’t prepared for the extravagance of this offering. She dropped it as if it had burned her, and she stared aghast at what had to have cost tens of thousands of dollars.
It was a sapphire and diamond choker that glittered brilliantly in the light. The stones varied in size from very large to the smaller ones that encrusted the edges. It was certainly beautiful, but she couldn’t ever imagine herself wearing it.
Hadn’t Drake learned anything about her at all? That expensive gifts were totally unnecessary? Had she not given him enough reassurance thathewas all she wanted and needed? Not gifts every single morning.
With trembling hands, she opened the note and read his now-familiar scrawl.
Good morning, my angel. I hope your knee is feeling much better. I hope you like the choker I chose especially for you. It pales in comparison to your beauty and to your gorgeous blue eyes, but I think it will complement both nicely. Be sure and inform me if you leave the apartment and also remember that you are never to do so without one of my men.
It shouldn’t have bothered her. She thought she’d gotten past this last night when she’d made certain realizations about Drake and his need—and delight—to take care of and protect her. But now, no longer in the fantasy of the moment, it irritated her that he felt the need to curtail her freedom so drastically. For that matter, was it really necessary, the veritable circus act it required for her to so much as leave the building?
“You chose this,” she reminded herself.
She’d been made well aware of Drake’s requirements and she’dwillingly signed on, agreeing to those requirements and also knowing the consequences and rewards for her actions.
Oh well, it wasn’t as though it was for forever, right? Only for as long as... what? Drake got tired of her? Decided he wanted a new trained monkey?
The thought made her unhappy even as she chastised herself for wanting it both ways. To have her cake and eat it too. She had to stop overthinking matters. Live for the moment foroncein her life. Don’t think about tomorrow until it arrives. For one glorious span of time in her life, she was going to indulge in what she wanted and put her needs before others, and she refused to spend the entirety of her relationship with Drake feeling guilt for, as he’d stated in the beginning, enjoying the ride. When in her life had she ever given in to impulse? Thrown caution to the wind and plunged recklessly into anything? Oh, that was easy. Never!
Therewerethings she’d like to do. Visit her girlfriends. Or simply enjoy a day out. But quite frankly what she needed most was a break from all the testosterone that was always in abundance wherever Drake was—or rather couldn’t be at the moment. If she had to spend another day with one of Drake’s men hovering over her, she might well scream.
Suddenly a day alone and not leaving Drake’s apartment held greater appeal than it had before.
She got up and took her time showering, and then she remembered to put the ointment on her knee. It was too late for breakfast, so she was running through her lunch options in her mind.
She was tempted to order takeout, even though she had plenty of stuff to whip up something herself in no time. Takeout had always been a luxury for her, one seldom indulged in and usually only for special occasions. The more she thought about it, the more she craved some really good Chinese or Thai takeout. And why not? She had plenty of cash on her. Drake’s minions weren’t around to whip out a credit card.
