by Anna Parsons
“If we do something that you simply cannot handle, or if things get too intense and you need to stop, do you remember what to say?” His gaze never left hers.
“If I say ‘red,’ it ends.”
“Done. Next.” He still watched her intently.
“I do not ever want to be caned. It hurts too much.” Evie’s eyes met his. She recalled the pain of the beating she took from Peter. She was determined not to get herself in a position to suffer like that again. His thoughts went back to that night, too. The pain in her eyes at once tugged at his heart and infuriated him.
“Okay, Hope. I’ll never cane you.” He rose from the chair and left the room. He returned with three canes of varying thickness and lengths. He dropped them to the floor, where they landed loudly, wood on wood. He selected one, and using his foot, he broke it in half.
“What are you doing?” Her voice even startled her. Dylan shot her a look.
“I am getting rid of the canes,” he said as though her question was the dumbest he’d ever heard.
“But, that is just my limit. What about other subs?”
“What other subs?” He selected a second cane.
“The ones who will come after me.” He turned to look at her and dropped the cane before returning to his chair.
“Hope, what makes you think that I want someone else?” He twirled a stray curl between his fingers.
“Seriously, Dylan, we both know that you don’t want anything long term with me.” She laughed. Dylan’s hand stilled.
“Stop it, Evie,” the all-knowing voice said. “Stop this now.”
“Hope, I’m not sure…” Dylan started.
“See,” she interrupted. “You can’t even call me by my name. I realize that I am just a country mulatto that you met in a sex club. I know that it bothers you that I share a name with your grandmother. You’re too ashamed to even call me by my name. I don’t expect anything from you, and I certainly don’t expect you to destroy your canes for me. Or change your life in any way.”
“How dare you.” He was trembling with anger. “How dare you, Ev-an-gel-ine.” He rose and stalked from the room.
Evie watched his back as he left the room and headed up the wide staircase. Instantly, she felt desolate and alone. I should go after him. She started to rise.
“No!” The voice of her ever-present advisor yelled, causing Evie to return to her proper kneeling position. “Do not move. You wait for him to return, tonta.”
I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.
“One person’s truth can be another’s lie. You haven’t opened yourself to him. He feels more deeply for you than he has ever felt for anyone. He has admired you from afar and out of respect for what he thought you had with Peter, he stayed away.”
Why would he want me? I am nobody, nothing.
“Mi hermana, you are every flower he described. You are somebody to him. Let him in. Let him show you.”
I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t want to fall in love with someone who doesn’t love me back…again.
“Who would, Evie? He has already fallen for you. Stay there, and wait for him to return. Then give yourself to him.”
I don’t know how.
“Follow him. He will show you the way.”
Dylan stomped into his bedroom and slammed the door. He paced the large, sleek, modern room, running his fingers through his dark hair. He sat on the edge of the California king bed, shaking his head. What in the world was that? How could she believe that I don’t want her? He sat there for a long time, replaying every moment in his head. What caused these insecurities? “It’s nothing I did,” he said aloud. “This is what Peter and those other bastards did to her.” She is perfection. “I have to show her who and what she really is.” She is Hope and she is mine.
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Evie was unsure how long she sat kneeling on her pallet, but her legs were beginning to fall asleep. She moved just enough to prevent cramping but was determined to please Dylan by waiting where he left her. She was just about to stretch again when she saw him walking down the stairs. He did not take his eyes from hers as he returned to his seat. “It pleases me that you remained in your position. Is it starting to hurt? Your back? Your legs?”
“Yes, Dylan.”
He reached his hand out to her. She had some difficulty standing on her own, so he reached down and lifted her onto his lap. Once he had her settled, he continued.
“I apologize for my anger, but your words shocked me. Although I find some of what you said ridiculous, and even offensive, I feel the need to address your statements.” Evie fidgeted again. He tightened his grip, causing her to still. “Since the first time I saw you, even before I knew your name, you have been ‘my Hope.’ When I looked into your eyes, I felt hopeful for the first time since before Anne’s accident. I wanted to live. I wanted to thrive. I wanted you to be mine. I felt all that instantly.” He nuzzled her cheek and kissed her lightly. Evie’s mouth hung open. She was struggling to comprehend what was being said.
“Yes, you share my grandmother’s name. I feel no shame. To me, it means that we were connected from birth. I told my parents about us spending time together. They are very pleased. Mom issued the invitation for the concert, and I am not sure what she would’ve done if you declined.” He smiled and pulled her closer still.
“I cannot call you ‘Evie.’ Too common. You are too spectacular for a common name. I could call you ‘Evangeline,’ but that does not convey what I am feeling either. Only ‘Hope’ fits. You are my Hope, my future, and my love.” He turned her face to his and placed his lips against hers. The kiss was as soft as a feather. Evie’s thoughts were streaming a mile a minute. No one had ever said such words to her, and even though she was struggling to understand how he could feel this way about her, she believed him. “This is pretty much what I told your father when I asked for permission to date you.”
She sat upright.
“My father?” She stared into his dark eyes. “You talked to my father?”
“Yes, I met with him about you and my intentions. I told him everything that I just told you, or pretty much, anyway.” He smiled at her, a gentle, loving smile. “And I’m invited to dinner on Sunday.” He withdrew slightly when he saw the tears that began to fall.
“Hope, I want you across my knees.” She hesitated. “Are you hesitating again, Hope? Do it now.” He opened his knees as she took her position. Her head hung over his thigh while her dripping pussy rested on his other thigh. He caressed her round ass with his open palm. “Oh, Hope, you look so beautiful. Just waiting patiently for your punishment. Why are you being punished, Hope?”
“For hesitating in the car and not removing my clothes when asked.” She tried to bury her face in his muscular thigh.
“And, what else, Hope?”
“For hesitating when you told me to lie across your lap.”
“Good. And what else, Hope?”
“For…being sarcastic?”
“Are you asking or telling, Hope?” He gently squeezed one cheek, as if testing the weight.
“Telling,” she said after she cleared her throat. “I’m being punished for being sarcastic.
“What else?” He ran his finger down the crack of her ass.
“Um…I…” She was not sure how to answer. “I don’t know.”
“You are beautiful. You said that you don’t believe that I want to be with you. There is no shame. You think so little of me to believe that I would be with someone that I did not like or respect even for one night?” His hand stilled. “Answer me, Hope.”
“Yes…I mean, no…I mean.” She was clearly flustered. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how to answer.”
“You will discover who you are, Hope. I will help you. You’ll become the person you are meant to be, with me. You will accept pain gracefully and you will also receive pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, but you need to trust me, to hand over control to me. I don’t expect that right away, but I do expect y
ou to try. Doing so will please me. If you please me, I will please you. Do you understand?” He smiled as he lifted his hand and brought it down on her ass. Not a hard hit, but she jumped. “Show me that you can handle becoming who you’re meant to be, my Hope.” His hand came down again. She flinched slightly. Again, harder this time. She kept her body still and her mouth pinched into a straight line. He continued to slam his palm into her, and between each hit, he caressed her now-pink ass. “I love your ass, Hope, especially when I’ve reddened it.” The hits and caresses continued. Evie began to squirm, rubbing her clit against his thigh. After a few moments of squirming, he noticed. “Stop, Hope. Remember, your pleasure is mine. Without me, there will be none.” She groaned at his words, but stopped her gyrations. He reached between her legs and placed his fingers at the rim of her pussy. “Ah, Hope. You’re so wet. I knew you’d love being spanked.” He continued administering her punishments. Between each slap, Evie lifted her ass, hoping for another.
I can’t believe that I like this. No…I love this. It felt as though each slap was a direct hit to her clit. She was on the edge of a powerful orgasm, and it was only by sheer will that she was able to push it back. It took her a few moments to realize that the hits had stopped. She groaned in disappointment.
Dylan stared at her ass, reddened by his hand. His erection pressed against her hip, but he wasn’t ready to have her yet.
“What is your name?”
“My name is Hope,” she said through the tears. In that moment, she became Hope.
“What is your name?” He shifted her to a sitting position and rose from the chair, lifting her into his arms.
“Hope,” she said confidently.
He crossed the room as she placed her arms around his neck and snuggled against him. He walked up the stairs and down a hallway, passing closed doors until he reached the master bedroom. “Can you stand, Hope?” She nodded and he stood her up next to the bed. She ran her hand across the brown velvet comforter, surprised at the softness of the material. He walked to the head of the huge bed and pulled back the covers, revealing pale green sheets that proved to be softer than the comforter. He lifted Evie and eased her down onto the bed, careful not to hurt her sore ass. She leaned back on her elbows and watched as he left the room, entering what Evie believed was the closet, and returned with a black box that was a bit bigger than a shoe box. He took a seat on the bed, placing the box onto the bed next to Evie, watching her. She began to feel uncomfortable.
“Lie back, Hope. Hands above your head.” She complied instantly, causing Dylan to smile. He put his hands onto her inner thighs, gently pressing her legs apart until the lips of her pussy gaped open before him. He touched her labia, causing her to close her legs slightly. “Keep your legs where I put them,” he said firmly, his strong baritone resounding through her. She opened her legs again. This time, he sank a finger into her, causing her to close her legs completely. Without saying a word, he rose from the bed, walked to the footboard and retrieved a circle of fleece-lined leather attached to a long strap. He placed her foot through the circle, pausing to look at her toes. Flowers painted on her toenails. How did I not notice that before? He smiled to himself and continued to move the strap up to her thigh. He moved to the other side of the bed and retrieved the strap’s mate, moving it up to her other thigh. There was a pulley system under the bed, similar to a car seat belt. When he pulled, it snapped back, pulling her thighs apart. He sat back down between her open legs, smiling. He reached over and opened the box.
“Hope, there is no way for me to describe how beautiful you are, strapped to my bed, exposed to me.” She looked into his eyes, his irises so dark that she could not see that his pupils had dilated in his arousal. A stray lock of hair fell onto his forehead. Evie ached to push it back but did not dare move her hands for fear that they, too, would be bound. He leaned in and swiped his tongue across her exposed clit. Her ass rose to meet him. He licked the inner lips, up one side and down the other, burying his nose in her pussy. They both moaned as he sucked her juices. He placed one finger, then two, into her drenched pussy, pumping her in rhythm with his tongue. She felt the heat begin to rise inside of her at the approaching orgasm. Sensing the change in her breathing and movement, he withdrew from her completely. She hadn’t realized her eyes were closed until she opened them to stare at him. He had a satisfied little smirk as he looked down at her frowning up at him. “You’re so responsive to my touch. If I’m not careful, you will come.” He drove his tongue back into her sopping pussy. She moaned aloud, as he quickly brought her to the brink once again. As before, he pulled back.
“No!” she wailed. He stood, pushed her thighs up toward her stomach and slapped her ass with his open hand, once…twice…again and again. She sobbed, not because of the pain, but because she ached for an orgasm that sat right on the brink. He released her legs, which fell back open. He reached into the box, and retrieved an oddly shaped dildo, setting it in her line of sight. A plug? She felt the coolness of the lube against her anus. He circled the puckered hole with his finger.
“You will love this, Hope. Just relax.” He inserted the tip of his finger into the tight ring of muscle. She tensed and gasped. “Shhh, baby. It’s okay.” He lifted the plug, covered it with a generous amount of lube, and placed it against her hole. He worked the pink plastic toy into her, little by little. She clamped her ass shut against the invasion. As if to take her mind off of what he was doing to her dark hole, he placed his lips around her clit and sucked gently. She grasped at the pillows above her head as her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Green, green, green, green, green. As she opened to him, he pressed the plug into her anus. She groaned as he stretched her with the widest part of the toy. Her asshole closed around it, locking it within her. “Good girl, Hope. This pleases me…almost as much as the anticipation of you taking my cock into your ass. You will, Hope. You will take me.” He kissed the junction of her thigh and hip and worked his way up her body, leaving kisses along the way. He rested his body between her open legs and kneaded her breasts, running his thumbs across her nipples, causing them to stand straight up. He took one into his mouth as he pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger. He suckled her nipple until it was a reddened bead, then he moved to the other. He felt her breathing increase. Damn. She is going to come from me sucking her nipples. “Do you want to come, Hope?” He continued ministering to her now-tender nipples. He reached down and stroked her folds, which were wet with her juices. He circled her clit, intending to tease her, but she arched against him and screamed her release. He looked down at her as she shuddered beneath him. He held her until her breathing started to calm. He removed the binding from her thighs and allowed her legs to relax. His aching cock was pressing against his trousers. Down, boy! I know you want in, but not yet.
Chapter 17:
First Times
“You can relax for a moment, but I am not done with you yet.” He slipped his arms around her as Evie curled into a ball next to him. “You must be hungry. I asked Ruth to fix us something to snack on. It should be ready by now.” Evie looked up at him.
“Who is Ruth?” Evie asked softly.
“Greg’s wife,” he replied. “She is the housekeeper, and the cook, and whatever else she wants to be.”
“Do they live here?” Dylan felt Evie tense.
“No. They live in a house not far from here. They come every day, though.” He stroked her hair as he spoke, feeling her tense under his fingertips. “Don’t worry, love. They are both very discreet, and you’ll never feel uncomfortable here. Come on. Let’s go see what she made for us.” He arose from the bed, holding out his hand to her. She looked up at him as she placed her hand into his and his heart melted even more.
“Should I put on a robe or something?” she asked once she was standing in front of him.
“Remember the rules. When we are alone, I want you naked.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “You’re beautiful. Let’s go.” As she began to walk,
she became aware of the plug still lodged within her. She turned to look behind her to see if she could glimpse it. “Yes, it is still there. We will keep it there for a while longer. Come. You can see yourself in the mirror.” He walked her toward the bathroom. The room was almost as large as Evie’s bedroom. The whirlpool tub was clearly built for at least two. The shower was surrounded by privacy glass and looked like a labyrinth, as to enter required walking around a rounded corner. She could hardly wait to see what lay at the end of the path. He positioned her in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, turning her back to it, turning her head to look at herself over her shoulder. She looked down at the pink rectangular plastic peeking from between her cheeks. She also noticed the pinkness of her cheeks, obviously resulting from her punishment.
“Pain can bring pleasure, Hope.” He rubbed her ass and tapped the end of the plug. Both actions sent a shot right to her core. “It’s important to know when too much pain crosses the line and ceases to be pleasurable. You and I will figure that out over time.” Evie turned to look into his eyes. “You are so responsive and eager to please that you may not use your safe word when you need to. I will push you, Hope, but I’ll never hurt you beyond what will bring us pleasure.” Placing his hands into her hair, he pulled her into a kiss. He smiled down at her, causing her to smile in return. Leading her by the hand, they exited the bathroom and headed to the kitchen.
“Wow,” was all Evie could say when she entered the kitchen. It, too, had windows that looked out over the Gulf, but the real scenery was inside. The built-in bronze appliances seemed to sparkle. The lighting was placed perfectly and appeared to backlight the entire room and presented the Italian tile at its best. Glass-front cabinets displayed colorful dishes and glassware. Evie walked around the room, touching surfaces, enjoying the different textures and colors. Dylan leaned against the entryway, clearly pleased that she liked another room in his home.
“I did the tile work myself. No two are exactly alike.” He moved the food from the counter to the table.