by Anna Parsons
“You’re wet and ready for me.” He lifted her, placing the tip of his now rock-hard dick at her entrance. Slowly and deliberately he moved her onto him, drawing a moan from her slightly parted lips. Never having felt flesh against flesh, she almost stopped breathing at the sensation that drummed through her body. Her limbs were visibly shaking by the time he was fully seated within her, again finding the area in the opening of her cervix that massaged the head of his dick like a moist, hot mouth. Now it was his turn to groan. Using the rungs under the seat as support, she began moving on top of him. His cock was as smooth as silk and seemed to grow as she moved her tight pussy up and down his length. “My Hope. My Hope. You feel so fucking good. So tight. So lush.” He opened his eyes to see her watching him. Evie placed her hands on his shoulders as he reached down between them, allowing his finger to further stretch her tight pussy as he sought some of her wetness. He spread her juices around her nubbin, moving his finger in tight circles, scraping his nail across the tight bud, the sounds coming from her spurring him on. The way her body reacted to his threatened to push him over the edge. “I’m not going to last, Hope. Come for me…now.” She threw her head back and wailed her release. He brought her down hard on his dick and pulled her closely to him, lifting his hips to meet hers. Not wanting the moment to end, he lifted her from his dick and carried her to the bedroom. Placing her onto the bed, he stepped back to shed his clothing. She watched, her eyes half-closed, but still seeing his muscled body clearly. Climbing onto the bed like a lion stalking his prey, he reentered her and stopped. She looked up at him. “Now that I have your full attention, I think it is time to begin your training. Hands above your head.” She complied without hesitation.
“Good girl. First, when we are alone, I want you naked.” Dylan placed small kisses into the space between her breasts as he clutched the full globes in his hands. “I want access to you at all times. I want your mouth, your pussy, and your ass at my whim.” She whimpered and frowned a bit. He moved within her, causing her eyes to close briefly. “I will make you crave having my cock in your ass, soon, Hope.” She clenched him hard as he covered her mouth with his, drawing her tongue in. “I see you like that.” He pumped a couple of times, causing her back to arch. “Next, you will address me as Dylan, unless we are at the club. Then you will call me ‘Master’ or ‘Sir.’” He felt her tense and watched her eyes grow wide. He again stopped moving. He reached down, and taking the nape of her neck, he lifted her until their faces were separated by a single inch. “You will return to the club with me, as I wish.” His voice was deep and husky, hoarse and gruff. He slammed his mouth onto hers and almost punched his tongue into her mouth. He punished her with his skilled tongue until her body relaxed and he felt her fingers combing through his hair. He pulled away. “Do I need to tie your hands to keep them in place?” he asked and her pussy again clenched around him. “Ah, you like that idea, too, do you?” She said nothing, just raised her hands high above her head. He again let her recline on the bed as he began the slow, relentless in-and-out movement within her. He knew just what to do to make her lose her mind. “You will never wear black in my presence, ever. Not sweats, not panties, nothing. Do I need to go through your closet, or can I trust you to handle that?” He paused, waiting for an answer.
“Yes…I mean no. I…I will take care of it,” she stammered, moving her hips, hoping that he would again begin moving his body, moving his cock. Move! She screamed in her head.
“We will discover your limits. I will test them but promise never to break any of them. Do you understand?” He withdrew his cock when she didn’t respond right away. She nodded vigorously, and he plunged back inside of her tight channel, in total control of her. “If I ever go too far, you only need to say, ‘red.’ Do you understand?” He paused, waiting for her reply. She nodded. “Say it, Hope.”
“If we go too far, I only need to say ‘red.’” He smiled and resumed pounding her.
“You are so tight. I love your pussy. Love it. Love it.” He growled as he continued to work inside of her. “It is mine. MINE. No one else is allowed to touch you. Do you understand?” She nodded. “Do not let any other dick inside my pussy.” He pounded her on each word. She felt her orgasm building.
“Dylan!” she screamed as she reached her peak. Determined not to move her arms, she stretched and arched into him, hoping for a closer connection. Taking her lead, he fell over her, pumping with complete abandon. Looking down into her eyes, filled with unshed tears, it only took a few moments before he spilled inside her, feeling his seed wash back on him as he continued to pump her. He rested his head on her shoulder, placing gentle kisses everywhere he could reach.
“That is the last orgasm you will have without my permission. Do you understand?” he asked, still inside of her, still rock hard. She nodded and mouthed the words, Yes, Master. He lowered his lips to hers. There was no going back now. She knew she was completely lost. Totally under his spell.
Chapter 14:
Permission to Date Your Daughter, Please.
Dylan sat in a surprisingly comfortable chair in the waiting room of OrthoSurg, waiting to see one of the practice owners, Dr. Sean Hope. Anne came to Dylan while he slept with his arms wrapped around Hope. “You need to talk to her father, Dylan. He is a bit old fashioned and protective of his daughter.” Anne had not led him astray thus far, so he placed the call to the doctor’s office as soon as he left Hope’s apartment.
The room was partially filled with patients waiting to see one of the doctors for post-surgery follow-up. Tan colored chairs and sofas were scattered around the room, spaced out to allow wheelchair access to any area, including in front of one of the big-screen HDTVs or near the video game consoles. Dylan chose a space near the oversized aquarium that was filled with several species of colorful tropical fish and foliage.
“Mr. Rankin.” A young woman in pink scrubs called his name at an open doorway. “Dr. Hope is available. Will you follow me, please?”
Dr. Hope’s office looked like what Dylan imagined a country doctor’s office would be. Heavy wood furniture, bookshelves filled with medical volumes, and lots of pictures. One wall was a corkboard filled with snapshots of people in hospital gowns, football jerseys, and street clothes. On the shelves behind the desk were pictures of the family, including his Hope. She smiled at him from picture after picture, at various ages. Hope at five or six in a ballet tutu and toe shoes, as a teenager at a piano, at graduation with her degree, and several of the entire family. JJ was right about where Hope got her looks. Her mother was lovely, and her father very much a redhead.
“Mr. Rankin, I presume.” A tall, handsome man with a mass of red hair and freckles entered the room and extended his hand to his guest.
“Dylan, please. It is a pleasure to meet you, sir.”
He motioned Dylan to one of the seats in front of the large desk.
“You said you wanted to talk about a personal matter, is that right?” Sean leaned back in his chair, elbows resting on the chair arms, fingers forming a steeple in front of him.
“Dr. Hope…” Dylan paused and cleared his throat. Why am I so goddamned nervous? “I’m here to speak with you about Evangeline.” Sean raised an eyebrow. “I would like to ask your permission to date your daughter, sir.”
Sean sat still, allowing the request to hang in the air, staring Dylan directly in the eyes. “That’s quite a request.” His Irish accent was coming through loud and clear now. “What qualifications do you bring to the table, son?”
“Well, sir. I think I am honest and trustworthy. I’ve worked since I was fifteen, worked my way through college, earning degrees in business and management, and after working with my father for a few years, I went back to school, earning an MBA.” And Dylan proceeded to recount some of his early accomplishments while Sean never moved an inch. “What else would you like to know?”
“Tell me about your parents,” Sean said, still not moving from his position.
“Katherine an
d Owen Rankin. Mom was a concert pianist in her youth. Now she serves on several charity boards and committees. Dad owns Meritage and Walden restaurants and the cable Dining Channel. They have been married for thirty-seven years.” Dylan leaned back in his chair and placed an ankle on the other knee.
“Impressive,” Sean said. “Siblings?”
“No, sir, I’m an only child.”
“And what do you do to earn money, Dylan?” Sean leaned forward now, placing his elbows on the desk, keeping his hands steepled.
“I own several commercial properties, including the apartment complex where Evangeline lives, I have various financial holdings, and I own a private club, Exxcess.” Dylan spoke with confidence.
“I know that club.” Sean raised his eyebrow again but made no further comment about it. “I take it that you know my daughter’s financial situation?”
“I believe so, sir. JJ gave me some insight, but that is not important to me. I just want to know her, not her bank account.” Dylan smiled.
“I understand that you believe that, but would you be sitting here if she didn’t have money? Her appearance may have peaked your interest, but isn’t it her money that kept it?” Sean asked.
“When I first laid eyes on Evangeline, I was instantly taken with her. Before I knew her name, I knew that she was something special, regardless of how much money was in her bank accounts or who her father was. I just want to know her, sir.” Dylan leaned forward now, placing his elbows on his knees.
“She inherited much of her money from my parents. My Da was smitten with her when she was just a little girl. She was something else. Still is, I guess.” He turned to point at some of the pictures. “She also earned money from entering music competitions. She is quite the accomplished pianist. I guess she and your mother have that in common.”
“I am sure it is something they will explore,” Dylan said. Why didn’t I know this about my Hope?
“She could have pursued her music as a career, and we would have supported her, but she hated being on stage, even though she was a natural performer. Her skill and talent are impressive, but she couldn’t handle the criticism, and over time developed dreadful stage fright. I think she wanted her abilities to speak for her, but I don’t think people could get past the way she looks. She was a novelty and didn’t care for it.” Dylan nodded as Sean continued. “She could have been a master, but she gave up.” Sean shook his head, reflecting. “It’s a shame. Have you heard her play?”
“No, I haven’t had the pleasure, sir,” Dylan said. Something I plan to rectify.
“She’s smart as a whip and talented as hell. She can’t seem to pick the right man, though. Or should I say, the right man never picks her. They use her for what they need, and she is so happy to be wanted that…” Dylan could tell that there was more that Sean wanted to say, but the man was ready to change the subject and he didn’t want to pry. “Her brother spent a lot of time fighting his friends off.” Sean chuckled. “Once he graduated and went off to college, she started taking care of herself and hasn’t stopped yet.”
“Yes, she is very independent,” Dylan agreed.
“You know she says she always wanted to be a nurse. I guess that’s my fault for bringing her to work with me when she was just a wee thing.” Sean chuckled, remembering. “I asked her why she didn’t want to be a doctor. She said it was because nurses do the real work while doctors just stand around barking orders.” He laughed out loud now. “She’s right, you know.”
Dylan smiled. “That sounds just like her.” He shook his head. “She keeps things running down at the clinic, that’s for sure.”
“Ah, yes. The clinic. Named for your late wife, right?”
“Yes, sir. It was her wish to have a clinic to serve the community in which she grew up. After the fire, I opened the clinic. Evangeline was one of the first to volunteer,” Dylan said and again sat back.
“I wish she would stick to volunteering at your clinic, Dylan. I fear for her safety working at the county hospital, but she won’t think of leaving, at least not while JJ is still there.” Sean paused looking directly into Dylan’s dark eyes. “You seem like a nice young man, and I appreciate you coming here to talk to me. Why is my permission even important?”
No way could he say that his dead wife came to him in a dream and told him to do so. Dylan smiled. “I just know that if a man wanted to date my daughter, I would certainly want to look into his eyes first. Dr. Hope…”
“Call me Sean, son.”
“Sean, as you know, your daughter is incredibly special. I promise to treat her with the respect that she deserves and to do whatever is in my power to make her happy. To be honest with you, sir, I hope that our children look just like her.” Dylan paused, hoping that his true meaning was clear.
“Children? Gettin’ a little ahead of yourself aren’t ya, lad?” Sean laughed. What Dylan had originally thought to be frown lines were clearly from lots of laughter, given how Sean was barking with laughter now. “Sorry. I ain’t laughing at ya. I’m just tickled. Evie means the world to me and her mom…and her brother, Mattie. Clearly, she means a lot to you, too.” Sean rubbed his chin. “Young man, I wholeheartedly give my consent to you courting my daughter. Not sure what good it’ll do ya. She has a mind of her own.” He stood, extending his hand to Dylan.
“Thank you so much, Sean.” Dylan took his hand.
“Welcome to the family, son. Glad she is rid of that Peter son of a bitch. Never liked him. Never met him, but still never liked him.”
Dylan tensed at the mention of Peter. “No worries, sir. She’s safe with me.”
“Now you got me thinkin’ about grand babies. Two is a good number,” Sean said as he motioned Dylan to the hall.
“I was thinking four,” Dylan said with a smile and Sean threw his arm around Dylan’s shoulder.
“Four, aye? I like that even better. Come by the house for dinner on Sunday, meet my wife. It’s the ladies’ turn to cook. Mattie and I can show you around the place. We can talk more about my four grand babies.” Sean leaned in to whisper to Dylan. “Best keep the grand baby talk between us. Shawna would bust a gullet and hound you every minute until she has one to hold.”
“Sean, I look forward to it.” Dylan extended his hand, which Sean heartily took into both of his. “See you Sunday.”
“See you then, son.” Sean smiled as Dylan exited, and turned to the nurse’s station. “Stop gawking, ladies. That’s my future son-in-law.”
Chapter 15:
Ready for the Weekend!
In a typical week, Evie worked three twelve-hour shifts in the ER and volunteered another twelve at the clinic. Any normal person would have found the schedule backbreaking, but Evie took it in stride, until this week. When she wasn’t with Dylan, they were talking on the phone, or when Dylan had to see her face, they would Skype. Evie found herself looking forward to their time together, which made her nervous. She didn’t want to be hurt again, but she also didn’t want to pass up an opportunity to be with a great man, even temporarily.
“He’s your knight in shining armor, you know.” The voice in Evie’s head came to her as she maneuvered through Houston traffic.
I still don’t know.
“What don’t you know, Evie?”
He can have his pick of women. Why would he settle for me?
“Settle? You think he is settling for you? No, sister. He is made for you and you for him. Remember that.”
Evie pulled into the Summit garage and parked in her assigned space. She was looking forward to a day off and hoped to spend at least some of it with Dylan. He had been busy all week, so she wasn’t really banking on that. Even if they didn’t spend time together, she would still be focused on him, as she planned to rid her closet of all black clothing. He had given her the instruction in a rather heated moment. She agreed at the time, but later it sounded strange when she thought about it.
“Dylan?” she asked as they sat together in her large tub a few days earlie
r. He hummed an acknowledgment. He was focused on shaving her leg at that moment. “May I ask you something?”
“Anything, my Hope,” he said, smiling.
“Why do you want me to get rid of my black clothes?”
“Because I asked you to, and it would please me for you to follow my instructions.” He shifted to the other leg and lathered it in preparation for shaving.
“I will follow your orders, Sir, I just want to understand.” Evie’s defiant side was showing more and more. Dylan gave her inner thigh a sharp slap. “Ouch.” Evie reached to rub the area, but Dylan brushed her hand away, instead massaging it himself. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly, watching her intently. “Sorry, Dylan. I just want to know why. That’s all. Will you tell me, please?”
“Much better,” he said, still rubbing the area. The sting was gone and was quickly being replaced by heat. “Black looks too severe on you. The contrast is too great against your skin and hair. Pastels won’t do either.” He looked up thoughtfully, as if considering options. “You should be in earth tones, maybe burgundy or brown if you need to wear a dark color. When I see you in ivory, my cock gets hard enough to hammer nails.” Then ivory it is! Evie leaned back as he massaged up her thigh, eventually caressing every inch of her body.
She punched the button for her floor and dug the keys out of her bag. At least he told her she could retain her black purses and shoes. They’d cost a small fortune, although she would have fun shopping for replacements. She smiled to herself as she stepped onto the seventeenth floor. She inhaled the scent of fresh flowers. She loved flowers and usually picked up a small bouquet to sit on the bar in her kitchen, but somehow she had forgotten the floral section when she made her grocery list this week. She turned her key, pressing the door open, and stepped into a meadow of flowers. All shapes and sizes and hues filled her living room and dining room. She dropped her keys in the dish and her purse in the usual spot, not taking her eyes off of the sea of blossoms in her house. She moved from vase to vase, admiring lilies, roses, mums, daffodils, and orchids. She stopped in front of a vase of gerbera daisies with a sign that said OPEN ME in big red letters. She opened the envelope and lifted out the handwritten note.