by Anna Parsons
My Hope,
I couldn’t decide which bouquet would be a match for your beauty, so I bought them all. Even in a group, they pale in comparison to you. I need you with me…NOW. Pack a bag for a weekend at the beach. A car will pick you up in thirty minutes. Don’t dawdle, Hope. Get moving!
Soon, Dylan
Evie nearly jumped with delight. Her plans to purge her closet had to be put on hold. She raced toward the bedroom, stopping to admire a blooming orchid before continuing into her bedroom. Within minutes, Evie had showered, changed, and packed a bag. Some casual clothes, one dress, swimsuit, lingerie, and toiletries filled her small bag. She ran back to the kitchen and left a note for her housekeeper to let her know she would be out for the weekend. Evie grabbed her purse and keys and headed for the lobby, calling her mother on the ride down in the elevator.
A uniformed driver walked up to her and took her bag. “Miss Evangeline, I am Greg. I’ll be your driver this evening. I’ll get you settled in and stow your bag.” The tall, dark man led her to the car and opened the back door. He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out an envelope. “For you, miss.”
She paused at the door, realizing that she was about to enter a beautiful black Bentley. Sweet Jesus, he owns a four-hundred-thousand-dollar automobile. I’m in way over my head. “You are not,” Anne’s voice said sweetly. “Mi hermana, you deserve this and more.” She settled into the back seat of the Bentley as Greg smiled and closed the door. So busy admiring the interior and trying to figure out which control reclined the seat, she almost forgot about the envelope. Opening it, she found another handwritten note.
My Hope,
I am looking forward to your arrival. Remove all of your clothing, right now. It will please me greatly. The front door is open.
Are you still dressed, Hope?
Dylan
Evie read the note twice. Surely, he didn’t mean for her to get undressed now. I believe he does. Evie placed her note on the seat next to her as Greg entered the driver’s seat and pulled away from the curb. What do I do? Greg will see. What if I don’t do it? Evie put her hands over her face and bent over as if bracing for a plane crash. “He will be disappointed if you don’t at least try, hermana.” The comforting voice came through loud and clear. She sat up and looked into the rearview mirror. Greg’s eyes never left the road. She kicked off her shoes first, and then came her sweater. She reached up to start undoing the buttons that ran down the length of her. Opening all of them, she shrugged out of her dress, lifting herself from the seat to remove it completely. She neatly folded the sweater and the dress, placing them on the seat next to her. She moved her shoes to the floor behind the driver. The only things left were her bra and panties. She fought to calm her breathing. She was never gladder for tinted windows than in that moment. Looking out of the window as they drove through downtown Houston, she saw many drivers and pedestrians looking in her direction. Not her specifically, but rather the car. Some tried to take pictures, while others just gawked. Her pulse quickened for a moment, and she had to work to still her breathing.
I don’t know if I can do this. She hugged herself and stared out of the window. They were now moving quickly down interstate forty-five, heading toward Galveston. She inhaled deeply, and on the exhale, she undid the clasp on her bra. Almost as quickly, she resecured the clasp. I can’t do this. What if he is trying to humiliate me? Make me walk naked into a house full of people. She flashed back to her last night with Peter, and how he told her how to dress, and where to go. I can’t do this. A tear fell down her cheek as she continued to rock back and forth in the seat. Tears fell freely as she gazed out of the window. She didn’t dare look up for fear that she would make eye contact with Greg.
They pulled off of the highway, avoiding the touristy areas of the island, and turning into an exclusive area that Evie never imagined visiting. They passed several large homes and entered an area where the distance between the large homes was shockingly large for an island. Greg pulled the car off the road and crossed a small bridge and stopped in front of the most magnificent house Evie had ever seen. The stucco finish was a light peach color with white trim, and the front yard was filled with lush palm trees. The house sat on stilts, as was common along the Texas coast. The second and third stories appeared to be nothing but windows. She could only imagine the view from the back of the house that overlooked the ocean. Greg exited the car and slowly walked to her door. Opening it, he reached in his hand to help her exit. She said an almost inaudible “thank you” before walking up the stairs to the door. As the note stated, the door was open.
Evie pushed the door open. To her delight, all of the flowers that earlier adorned her apartment were in front of her, and the tears began to flow again. Here I am, believing that he was trying to do me harm, and he had done something as beautiful as bringing my flowers to me. She stood, blubbering like a baby because her flowers were there. She turned when she heard the door close behind her.
“Hope.” Dylan closed the distance between them and kissed her, cupping her face in his hands. “You’re still dressed. Why?”
“I was afraid, I think. No, not afraid. I think I was unsure about myself.” She could not meet his eyes. I didn’t trust you. “I didn’t want anyone to see me. I guess if I knew you better.” She was babbling. “I don’t know. I just felt silly.”
Dressed in tailored dark pants with gray pinstripes and an off-white silk shirt, he looked like a god. She was captivated. He took her by the hand and led her through the maze of flowers. “First, you are beautiful, and strong. I know your strength. I’ve seen it. If I doubted it, I never would have sent the car, which by itself draws attention. Second, it pleases me when you do as I ask. It is not about nudity. It is about submission.” He released her. “Everything off, Hope.” She reached back and unclasped her bra, allowing it to fall forward, exposing her full breasts. After placing it into his outstretched hand, she reached into the waistband of her boy shorts and removed them quickly. He placed both into a brass box sitting on a table near the entryway in a place Evie would have thought would be the perfect place to put his keys when he entered. He took her hand and led her further into the house. He selected a daisy and brushed it over her cheek and handed it to her. “You should never feel silly about doing as I ask, because it is not about you. It’s about my pleasure. I see you as mine. Not my property, but rather an extension of me. When we are not together, how do you feel?” He selected a perfect red rose and used it to circle one areola. The final flower was yellow and white, of a variety that Evie did not recognize. He used it to circle the other areola.
“I feel like…as if…it’s confusing. I guess I feel a bit lost. When we’re apart, I think about the times when we’re together.” Tears again began pooling in her green eyes. He circled one breast and then the other with the flowers.
“We are embarking on a unique relationship. You’re giving some of your power to me, not all of it, but some. This is new to you so I have given you some latitude this time, but when I ask you to do something, do not hesitate. I would never hurt you or ask you to do something that you don’t really want to do.” He handed her the small bouquet.
“May I ask a question?” She stared at the flowers in her hand.
“Of course, Hope. Ask away.” He smiled, touching her cheek.
“Why are you doing this? I’ve heard that you take subs for one night only. Why am I different?” She fidgeted, wondering if she really wanted to know the answer to her questions. Why can’t I just enjoy this? I am lucky that he is giving me the time of day. Idiot!
“No. No. No.” Evie tried to remain focused on Dylan as the comforting voice was speaking to her. “Not again. Never be thankful for someone ‘giving you the time of day.’ You are special. You deserve to be treated with love and respect. Remember that, Evie. Live by that.”
He led her to a large leather chair, not quite the size of a love seat, but larger than a typical chair. He sat and pulled her into is lap. “Hop
e, what makes you special is that you don’t realize how special you are. You’re like these flowers.” He took the flowers from her and twirled them in his hands. “Each is perfect in its own right, just as you are perfect. Like the daisy, you are cute and down to earth. You are unpretentious and humble, unaffected by your money or mine. You simply are.” He handed the daisy back to her and kissed her cheek. “Just like this perfect rose, you are strong and sexy, passionate and sensual. You are a truly exceptional woman, a person who comes along once in a lifetime.” He smiled and handed her the rose. “Now part of you is hidden, and only I can see it. This final flower was difficult to find.” He twirled the bloom that looked like a cross between a lily and a daffodil. “It is a wild pansy and protects itself and those around it from predators. When rains come, the blooms turn upside down to keep its new buds from drowning. It will sacrifice itself so that others may thrive. That’s you, Evangeline Hope. My Hope. You let people take all you have to give, and yet you ask for little or nothing in return.” She took the pansy he offered, and felt him brush away the tears that were now flowing freely.
“I don’t mean to cry. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t ever be sorry for showing your heart to me.” He sighed and took her hand in his. “You’re right. I never wanted to be with anyone other than to satisfy an urge. I loved my wife. Still do, actually. I never believed that I would find someone who pulled me like she did. I’m a dominant man, in all aspects of my life, but particularly in the bedroom. I demand total submission in the bedroom and any other place I desire it. I don’t want a slave, but rather someone who can stimulate me intellectually as well as sexually. You test me. You challenge me to be a better man, a better Dom. You, Evangeline Hope, gave me reason to hope. You are my Hope.” He turned her face to his and kissed her gently. “You will need to be punished for hesitating.”
“Punished?” She pulled away from him. “I don’t like pain.”
“It’s not about pain, my Hope. When this is over, you will not remember the pain, but you will remember disappointing me.” She opened her mouth to protest, but the look on his face kept her silent. “Kneel, Hope.” She scampered from his lap, placing the flowers on the table beside her. It was then that she noticed a small pallet next to his chair. She knelt gracefully, resting her ass on her heels. “Legs wider apart.” He tapped her inner thighs until their distance apart pleased him. Her heels remained close together, resulting in her core at the bottom of the shape of the letter V.
Dylan watched Evie, studying her position. It seemed that she wanted to memorize the position. “Are you making a memory, Hope?” He crossed his legs and leaned back, watching her.
“This is how you would like for me to kneel. I want to make sure I have it right for next time. If…if there is a next time.” She slowly raised her eyes to his.
“Oh, my Hope. There will be many, many times.” He rose quickly, undoing the buckle on his belt and snatching his zipper down, exposing himself to her. “Take me into your mouth, Hope. Taste me.”
Evie reached up and took the head of his rock-hard cock into her mouth. She suckled for a moment before releasing him and licking down the long shaft. He thinks this is a punishment? Her openmouthed kisses to his dick caused Dylan to moan uncontrollably.
“He likes that, doesn’t he?” The voice in her head returned. She worked her way back up the shaft to the head. She sucked him into her mouth, taking almost half of him in the first stroke. She withdrew and then took in more. “Play with his balls, Evie. That drives him crazy,” the voice instructed.
How do you know?
“Trust me. Do it. Be sure to go beyond.”
Beyond? Reaching down, she cupped his sac, gently rubbing the sensitive balls. She moved her fingers to the delicate area between his scrotum and anus. He tensed and growled. “What are you doing, Hope?” The way he said it sounded like a warning, but it didn’t stop her. Pulling back to his plump head, she placed her middle finger into her mouth, running her tongue back and forth over the underside of his dick, wetting her finger at the same time. She looked up and found him watching her intently.
She pulled him into her mouth until his head touched the back of her throat. She moved her wet finger behind his sac again. This time she allowed herself to gently touch his anus, causing him to jerk forward. He placed his hands on either side of his head, and began pumping his dick in and out of her hot mouth. She continued to circle his hole, not penetrating, just teasing. He moaned with abandon. She is going to kill me, he thought. With her free hand, she pulled him closer to her, taking him to the curve of her throat. “Put your finger inside his body,” the voice said clearly. Evie choked for a moment, considering the words playing over and over in her head, causing him to pull back, but she wouldn’t let him get too far away. He was back at her throat. She breathed through her nose and swallowed around him just as he taught her, still ringing his asshole. Her throat massaged the underside of the head of his dick as she gently pushed her finger into the rim of his hole. Dylan threw his head back and wailed, pumping harder. Within a few strokes, he shot his release down her throat. She wouldn’t let go of him as ropes of cum coated her mouth. She remained clamped onto his dick as he collapsed onto the chair. She licked him clean and returned to her proper position, kneeling on the pallet next to his chair.
Chapter 16:
Testing Limits
Dylan leaned back in his chair, legs splayed open, his pants around his ankles. His heart was racing, and his breathing erratic. He looked over at her. She was back in her original position, looking at him through hooded eyes. Her beautiful breasts moved up and down with her breathing, her nipples puckered into little beads that he truly wanted to taste. Her parted legs revealed her clit standing at attention, begging to be touched. I truly do love her. I love every bit of her. I love her! I love you! Little minx. She knows exactly what she is doing to me. Submissive, yes. Shy? Hell, no. He stood and pulled up his pants. He did not zip or button, but instead stood with his pants hanging open. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Yes, water, please.”
He slowly walked to a small bar area. She followed his movements, looking around the room. As she expected, the view of the ocean was stunning. She couldn’t wait to see the room without every surface covered with flowers. The thought of him taking the time to make sure that her flowers were here when she arrived made her smile. Ah, that’s why we drove through town rather than just jumping on the highway. He returned with a bottle of water and a glass. His open pants hugged his hips. He poured the water into the glass as he retook his seat. Handing her the glass, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
“It’s time for us to talk about limits, Hope. I know you have some.” He sat back, studying her. “This weekend, you may ask questions and we can discuss these limits. I expect you to be honest and open, and I’ll do the same. We will start slowly, but I can tell you that this will not be easy for you. But if you submit, you will please me greatly. Tell me, Hope. Tell me, what makes you uncomfortable?”
She swallowed almost all of the water, watching him as she drank and again recalling her last night with Peter. “I don’t like…I don’t need to be gagged. I can be quiet.”
“All evidence to the contrary, Hope. You are very loud when you orgasm.” Dylan chuckled.
“My apartment is soundproofed, so I don’t need to be quiet at home, but I can if I need to be.” She finished her water.
“You went to the expense of soundproofing your apartment so that you could scream during sex?” He was teasing her, as he knew precisely why the apartment was silenced, having learned of her piano play from her father.
“No, I play the piano and I didn’t want to disturb the neighbors. Screaming during sex is a bonus.” She could tease, too.
“Is that sarcasm, Hope?”
“No, Sir. I’m sorry.” She stared at the floor. “Truth be told, you gave me the first orgasm I ever had in that apartment.”
“What?�
�� His sharp intake of breath caused Evie to look up at him. “What about Peter?”
“Peter never wanted to have sex in my apartment, only at his house.” She fidgeted a bit. Dylan took that as his cue to move on, but couldn’t.
“Then why a gross of condoms?” Damn, why did I ask that? I don’t want to know.
“I really don’t know. Something made me get them…just in case, I suppose.” She sat watching him.
“Next limit, Hope,” he said, taking a sip from the water bottle.
“I want the safe word to be respected,” she said firmly.
“Okay. If we do something you like, I want you to say ‘green.’ Do you understand?” Evie nodded again. “Say it, Hope.”
“If we do something that I like, I’m to say ‘green.’”
“Excellent. Now, if you are unsure or beginning to get uncomfortable, you are to say ‘yellow.’ Say it, Hope.”
“If I become uncomfortable, or I’m unsure, I’m to say ‘yellow.’ Will you stop when I say it?” She took another sip of water, her mouth suddenly dry.
“No, but I might slow down. It’s just like a traffic light. I will ask questions to find out what’s making you uncomfortable and try to address it. Over time, your body will tell me what you enjoy and what you don’t. Remember, this is about my pleasure. My pleasure will bring you pleasure. Do you understand?” He was watching her intently.
“Yes, I understand.” I think.