by J. M. Walker
Evvie chewed her bottom lip, doing as I said and parted the lips of her pussy.
I licked my lips, leaned down and kissed the spot just above her clit. “Almost fifteen years later and your clit still becomes swollen with need for me when I haven’t even touched it.” I rubbed the curved end of the toy over her wet opening, pushing and prodding until it entered her.
She moaned, spreading herself even wider.
“This part goes in your ass.” I kissed her knee again. “Breathe out for me as it enters you.”
She nodded.
Removing it from her pussy, I gently pushed it against the tight rimmed area I had made mine so many years ago. Another push and the bulbous end entered her in a smooth move.
“How does that feel?” I asked her, brushing my fingers up and down her hip.
“Really,” she panted. “Good.”
“Do you want more?” I pulled at the toy, thrusting the end deeper into her ass.
A low groan escaped her throat. “Yes.”
“That’s my dirty girl.” Reaching under the bed for the black box that I had kept hidden until it was the right time, I pulled a vibrator out of the packaging. Not giving her a chance to realize what was happening, I thrust it into her cunt.
Evvie cried out, her back bowing off the bed.
“Now for the fun part.” I moved between her legs, reigning small bites down her inner thighs until I reached her clit and clipped the pronged end onto the swollen nub.
“Oh God.” Her body shook, tense with the need to come.
Swiping my tongue over her pinched clit, I scraped my teeth along it, shoving her over that edge.
Evvie screamed, crashing through her fast release.
Reaching into my pocket, I turned on the app that was connected with the toy and watched as Evvie’s eyes widened.
“Holy shit.” She fisted the blankets in her hands, undulating her hips like she was fucking the air. My name left her lips on a hard cry as she came for the second time in a matter of seconds.
I grinned, turning off the app and placed it back in my pocket. Reaching for her hand, I pulled Evvie from the bed and crushed my mouth to hers.
She melted into me, snaking her arms around my shoulders, and deepening the kiss.
Cupping her ass, I pulled her flush against me and released her mouth. I stared down at her, making sure all she saw was me. “Now you’re in my full control.”
***
(Evvie)
“How does it feel being under my ultimate power, my beautiful wife?”
“I…I don’t know if I can handle this,” I panted, keeping a hand on Brett’s arm. We had driven to the restaurant and were now walking into the building, but I couldn’t let go of him for fear that I would crumble to the ground from the pleasure coursing through me.
“You can handle it.” Brett kissed my cheek. “You have no choice. You even try and remove the toy, I don’t care where we are, I will throw you over my lap and spank your ass so hard, others will feel it.”
I shivered at his words. “Yes, my love.”
“That’s my dirty girl. Now let’s go. We’re already late. Maybe I’ll show Matteo the app and see what he says.” Brett kissed me hard on the mouth.
Oh God.
Having a sadist for a psychiatrist was not always a good idea. With everything that happened, I had forgotten that Matteo had taught Brett the BDSM lifestyle besides helping him get through his past.
Brett held my hand, leading me into the large building.
“Mr. MacLean.” The concierge smiled at us. “Your table is ready and the other two guests have arrived.”
“Thank you.” Brett nodded toward the older gentleman.
A young female hostess came toward us, her gaze traveling down Brett’s frame before glancing back up at his face.
I cleared my throat, fighting back laughter.
Her cheeks flushed.
“Please follow me.” She spun on her heel, not waiting to see if we were following, and headed into the main dining area.
“I think someone has a crush,” I told Brett, my voice low enough for only him to hear.
He chuckled. “I’m old enough to be her father.”
“Well…” I waggled my eyebrows. “That is a thing you know.”
He rolled his eyes, tapping me lightly on the butt. “Not my thing.”
I laughed but stopped suddenly when the toy inside me shifted.
Clearing my throat, I ignored the fact that Brett’s gaze was burning into the side of my head.
“It’s about time you two show up.”
Brett’s gaze slid from mine to Matteo. “Ah, Matteo.” He greeted our old friend when we reached the booth at the back of the restaurant. “I see you’ve kept things in order while you were waiting.” He nodded toward the half empty bottle of wine.
Matteo winked.
“Move.” Mae gently pushed her husband. “I want to hug Evvie.”
“So demanding,” he grumbled, amusement twinkling in his eyes as made room for her.
I grinned, rushed to her, and pulled her in for a hard hug.
“It’s been way too long,” she said, squeezing me back.
“Definitely too long.” I released her and slid into the other side of the booth. “How have you been?”
“Good.” She smiled, pushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “Koren is doing well. He’s too smart for his own good. Going to be a psychologist just like his father.”
Matteo kissed her cheek. “I’m proud of that.” He looked pointedly at me. “How are you two doing? Last time we spoke, things weren’t well.”
“I don’t want to talk about…” I paused. “I just want tonight to be a good night but we’re working on it.” I cupped Brett’s hand resting on my inner thigh. “We set up an appointment to meet Claire and talk about Storm.”
“Good.” Matteo nodded. He pointed at Brett. “You taking the advice I gave you?”
“I am.” His hand squeezed, roaming higher beneath my dress. “A customer came in a couple of weeks ago. He’s well-known in the sex toy department. His products are sold to most of the famous porn companies. I overheard him talking about his newest product and the next thing I knew, I was buying him a drink and his product.”
My head whipped around. “Really?”
Brett winked at me.
“Oh?” Matteo sat back, crossing his arms under his chest. “Do tell.”
“He’s a nice guy. Powerful. Has an in with people you wouldn’t even imagine. I bought his product but he’s sending me samples to test in exchange for the use of our clubs whenever he needs.” Brett cupped my cheek. “That good with you?”
“If it’s good for business, I’m game.”
“I know I should have told you but it came out of nowhere and tonight was the first time I got to test out the new toy.” Brett kissed my forehead. “Which seems to be going well so far.”
“For you maybe.” I laughed.
“I’m happy that things are moving in the right direction.” Matteo took a sip of his wine. “I’m really interested in this new product you’re talking about but we can go over that later. I don’t want to talk business tonight.”
All of us agreed.
It was surreal in a way, sitting there with two of our closest friends talking about things most people wouldn’t even dare speak about in public, let alone to friends.
But Matteo and Mae were family.
While they talked, I listened.
Brett told them about our kids and what they had accomplished recently. He mentioned Anna being pregnant and how it was a miracle after they wanted a baby for so long. Forty was the new thirty and so on.
I could listen to him speak for hours, watching the way he had become animated just talking about our kids.
Would Claire let us bring Storm into this? Would she let us give her daughter the love that she deserved? I had prayed she would seeing as Roxane was a monster. That little girl didn’t deserve the shit th
at had happened.
I hoped Baxter was right in saying that Claire didn’t know anything. I didn’t like her but I didn’t wish harm on her either.
“Are you good, lover?” Brett asked a while later while Matteo and Mae talked amongst themselves.
“I am.” I smiled. “I really am.”
***
“Bend over the edge of the bed.” Brett’s rough voice slid over my skin like melted chocolate.
I had been so worked up, I knew one touch from him and I would explode. After teasing me at the restaurant and not allowing me to have a release of any kind, he drove slowly the whole way home. And now, I wanted him to fuck me until I ached. I wanted him to break me in half. I wanted a part of my husband he didn’t like to show me. The one where he completely consumed me. Where he took from me what he wanted and didn’t care if he left bruises in his path.
I wanted to hurt.
Bending over the side of the bed, I gripped the other edge of the mattress. If I could move a little, the fabric could rub against my swollen clit and—
A hard swat against my ass forced a yelp from my lips.
“Trying to make yourself come, Evvie?” Brett towered over me, landing another swat against my rear. “Are you?”
“Yes,” I whined, gripping the comforter tight in my hands.
Brett kicked my legs apart before fisting my hair in his hand. “Aww.” He licked up the side of my face. “Is my sweet wife horny as fuck ?” he teased, grinding his hips into my ass.
God, he had no idea.
“Good thing I’m feeling generous.”
I scoffed.
A sharp pinch landed just beneath the cheek of my ass.
I whimpered.
“You don’t think I’ve been generous?” he asked, lowering to his knees behind me.
“Oh sure,” I blurted. “Absolutely.”
Another pinch.
I cried out, which turned into laughter.
“So much fucking sass.” He placed a gentle peck on the cheek of my ass. “My goal is to make sure you don’t forget tonight.”
“I don’t think that’s possible,” I said, looking down at him over my shoulder. “I want everything you have to give me.”
“I know.” He kissed me again, brushing his fingers down my leg. “Remember your safeword.”
“MacLean,” I repeated for reassurance, my heart picking up speed.
“Embrace the pain and pleasure I give you, my beautiful wife.” Curling his fingers around my ankle, he attached a soft leather cuff to it and repeated his movements with the other one. My legs were spread wide, my ankles attached to the bottoms of the bedposts.
“Tonight, I’ll be gentle.” His palm connected with the seat of my ass once again. “The whips and chains will come the next time the kids are at your brother’s place.”
I moaned.
“Fuck, I love you.”
I giggled, struggling against my restraints.
“Are you ready for me to take you away?” Brett asked, brushing his mouth along the shell of my ear.
I licked my lips, spreading my legs as wide as I could for him. “I’m ready for you to destroy my soul.”
Evvie
“YOU’RE JUDGING ME.”
Anna rolled her eyes and took a sip of her non-alcoholic wine. It was grape juice but who I was to correct her.
“No.” She shook her head. “I could never judge you. Hell, look at the shit I’ve done. And it’s not like you fucked a random guy. He’s your husband.”
“I know but it was still different. It was like we masked our feelings and just let the physical part of us take over.” I shook my head. “We’re moving in the right direction but I feel like we’re trying to move too fast. I keep thinking something’s going to happen. Something bad. Maybe I’m paranoid but nothing’s come easy for us.” I took a sip of my actual wine, savoring the sweet taste of the bitter fruit tingling my taste buds. “It doesn’t make sense. I get that. But I wanted that connection with him again. I needed it. I still need it. It was how we started. Before we fell in love. Before we got married and had kids. When it was just Brett and I.”
“I get it.”
“You do?”
She nodded. “Now the dreaded question is, are you actually going to go with him to see Claire?”
“I don’t want to but I know it’s the right thing to do. He needs my support and I like to think that maybe she’s grown up some. She tried contacting both of us.” I sighed, wondering what the hell she wanted to say to me. But mental health is no joke. “A part of me feels sorry for her.”
Anna grabbed my hand, turning me toward her. “Whatever you do, whatever comes out of this fucked up situation, when you see Storm again, don’t place blame on her. It’s not her fault she was born into this shit.”
“I know.” I swallowed hard. “I do know that. I hope her and I can at least be friends. Is that weird? Being friends with someone my own daughter’s age?”
“Nope.” Anna patted my hand and went back to her grape juice. “She needs a good role model. Your kids could help with that too. You’ve heard of Big Brothers Big Sisters of America right? You’re like them.”
I scoffed. “I’m nowhere near anything like them.”
“Yeah. You kind of are. You’re meeting up with the woman who tried to destroy your relationship with Brett when you first started dating. Now you’re wanting to get to know her daughter who could still be your husband’s kid. You’re a fucking saint.”
My cheeks burned. “I’m not. Not really.” I didn’t want to see Storm get hurt in all of this and I prayed with everything in me that Claire didn’t actually know the shit Roxane was doing.
“Storm needs both of you,” Anna continued. “Someone who can show her love. Claire may love her like she says she does but she has issues. I don’t like her but I’m glad that she’s getting the help she needs. Finally.”
“What if I can’t look at this girl and…” Guilt sat heavily on my shoulders. “I don’t want to hate her. It’s not her fault. I get that. But I can’t help feeling this way. I’ve only met her once but I can still see her face clearly in my mind. It only reminds me that she could be my husband’s daughter. I know it was before us. I know that now. I thank God that he didn’t actually have sex with her that night but it doesn’t make it any easier.”
“Take that out on him but don’t you dare take it out on her. It’s not her fault, Evvie. I know you know that. What if it was Miracle? You wouldn’t want the other woman to hate her. You would want her to be loved like she deserves.”
I nodded, wiping away the lonely tear that had rolled down my cheek. “Of course, I would want that.”
“Then you can’t treat this girl any different. You never know. Maybe her and Miracle could become good friends. Look at you and I. We didn’t like each either other at first.”
“Right.” I took a breath and then another but it didn’t help ease the anxiety racing through me.
“When are you having the kids meet?”
“After we talk to Claire. We don’t want to get Storm’s hopes up. I don’t want to take her from her mom. Even if she isn’t Brett’s. We’re working with Baxter to see if Claire will allow us to have her stay here.”
“What?” Anna’s eyes widened. “Really?”
I nodded slowly. “Brett and I talked about it last night.” We had talked for hours, finally coming to a decision that Storm needed to be taken out of Roxane’s home and into ours before she was put in foster care. “We’ll also let Claire see her as much as possible. From what I understand, she’s a good mom or else Storm wouldn’t go visit her every week. It’s Roxane who’s the issue.”
“Wow.” Anna whistled. “You two are something else. Well I can’t wait to meet her. She can call me Aunt Anna no matter the outcome.”
“Thank you.” I took a breath. “Just thank you.”
She smiled, patted my hand and stood. “I need more wine.”
“Non-alcoholic wine,” I co
rrected her.
“Yeah,” she grumbled, staring into the empty glass. “This is going to be a long pregnancy.”
***
(Brett)
We were on our way to see Claire. We were on our way to see the woman who had tried to destroy us in the beginning. She almost succeeded too. Threatening me with going to the media about my unconventional desires, I gave in and left Evvie. For her.
I was young. Stupid. But I was thankful that Evvie never gave up on us.
“You okay?” she asked me, holding my hand tight in hers.
“I haven’t seen Claire in over ten years,” I said, not sure if I was saying it to Evvie or more for myself. “There was a point in my life where I actually cared about her.”
“How did you meet her?”
I looked down at our joined hands, thankful at the moment that Evvie was driving. “Through Mathis. He never actually introduced us. She had just been divorced from his brother or he died. I don’t know. Mathis never talked about it but he still stayed in touch with her. Why I’ll never know. He was at my club one night with her and…” I hated thinking about her. The other women. The life before Evvie. I was a manwhore. Slut. Whatever term you wanted to use. I fucked women. Used them until I was satisfied. Everyone told me I would never settle down or that it would take a fucking miracle for a woman to capture my heart.
“Then I met you,” I murmured.
“What?” Evvie’s brows narrowed. “What do you mean?”
“No one believed that I would ever settle down but then I met you. You called me an asshole and I was fucking in love with you from that moment on.” I cupped her nape, brushing my thumb up and down the side of her neck.
“Did you ever love Claire?” she asked, glancing my way. No hint of jealousy hid behind her eyes. No anger or fear that I would leave her for Claire. She just wanted to know.
How I ended up with a woman like Evvie, I would never know.
I thought a moment. In the beginning, I never would have talked about my relationship with Claire. It was toxic. She curbed the dark sadistic side of me but it still wasn’t enough. I realized quickly after being with Evvie that I needed some light too. Gentle sex. Making love. All the hearts and flowers shit.