by Anna Parsons
“Please, Dylan. I…” Her voice trailed off as tears welled in her eyes. He tore his gaze away from her, looking out at the calm waters of the Gulf. Even in fall, the skies were still blue and a person could still wear shorts, and swim at their leisure in South Texas. He returned to look upon her white halter top and how it showed off her lovely breasts and her skin color. I have to know. I have to know how she reacts.
Dylan rose, tucking himself away and holding his hand out for hers. “I’d like for you to try,” he said. Without hesitation, Evie placed her small hand into his and rose to stand in front of him. She could feel her heart almost beat out of her chest, as she shakily followed his lead to an enclosed area. Evie’s eyes widened as she looked at the shackles hanging from the ceiling, above an elevated platform, which took up nearly one side of the room. Opposite it, a spanking bench stood in one corner, and a stockade in the other. Various flogs, whips, and canes hung in a neat line along one wall, and below those were dildos, nipple clamps, and other things Evie didn’t recognize were in a display case. Dylan stopped in front of the platform. “Up, Hope,” he said as he pointed to where he wanted her to stand. She took her place and turned to face him. “Undress.” The tone of his voice told Evie that opposition was not an option. She kicked her flip-flops to the side of the platform, removed the towel that she wrapped around her bottom half after her swim, folding it neatly before bending to place it on the floor. He didn’t say that I needed to be quick about it. She set a leisurely pace, reaching behind her back to untie the bottom of the halter top, allowing it to spring forward. As she reached up to untie the knot under her hair at her neck, she heard a groan from behind Dylan. He stepped aside slightly, to reveal Ben and Chris, watching Evie’s striptease. Dylan watched her blush begin in the center of her chest, and spread out to cover her entire top half. She paused only momentarily before she gathered her thoughts and continued undoing the knot, allowing the top to fall forward into her hands, exposing her full breasts. Folding it quickly, she placed it on top of the towel before placing her thumbs into the waistband of her swimsuit bottoms. She worked the thin material over her hips, down her thighs, and stepped out of it, all under the watchful eyes of the three Doms.
“She is more beautiful than I thought,” Ben said to Dylan. “Do you need help shackling?”
“No,” Dylan said as he took the bikini bottoms from Evie’s hands. “I’ve got this.” Dylan stepped up onto the platform, holding out his hand, into which Evie tentatively placed hers. Lifting her arm by the wrist, he buckled one fleece-lined manacle before reaching for the other. He could hear Evie’s breathing become deeper, as she became more nervous. Once her arms were extended out above her head, she looked like the letter Y. He knelt in front of her, his face inches from her shaved pussy, and lifted the spreader between her legs, forcing them apart. He buckled the shackles around her ankles, and stood studying his work. His Hope stood naked and spread, nervously blushing before him and his friends. His cock throbbed painfully, aching to be freed from the confines of his shorts and to get into her.
“May, I?” Chris said as he came forward to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Dylan.
“Please,” he said, nodding toward Evie.
Chris stepped forward, walking around Evie, studying every inch of her, pausing to stare at her ass, stopping directly in front of her. “You are truly beautiful,” he said as he reached up to touch her hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. “I have wanted to touch your hair since I met you. It’s softer than I thought.” He smiled at her as he stroked her cheek. Evie watched his brown eyes move down her body. Concentrating on him, she hadn’t seen Ben move forward to stand next to Chris. When Chris reached for her breast, Evie pulled back.
“No, Hope,” Dylan said. “Do not move.” She looked at him with pleading eyes. He moved toward the display case, retrieving a blindfold before returning to her. Dylan saw tears forming in her eyes before placing the mask over her lovely green eyes. “Just feel, Hope.” He whispered into her ear before stepping back.
Evie could feel her body shaking as she struggled against the fear that was gripping her. Because Dylan wanted this, she tried to relax and feel, but she cocked her head, trying to distinguish movements, searching for Dylan with her ears rather than her eyes. When the headphones covered her ears, she gasped. Only touch remained.
“You’re a lucky man,” Ben turned to Dylan. “For more reasons than one, I hate your fucking ass,” he said with a smile when he turned back to Evie. He reached out to caress her other breast, watching her nipple bead before him. Chris leaned forward and kissed down her chest to her breast. He could almost see her heart pounding. He licked his lips before leaning in and taking her nipple into his mouth. He felt it pebble between his lips, and sucked more into his mouth, feeling his cock jerk at the feeling of her areola on his tongue. Chris released her breast before Ben took the other into his mouth. Dropping to his knees before her, Chris reached out to caress her thighs and slowly move north to her core.
Dylan stood watching his friends touching the woman that he loved. The hardness completely gone from his cock, he struggled to remain planted where he stood. Instead, he wanted to throw both away from her, beating the shit out of them in the process. He took a step forward when Chris opened her lower lips and moved his fingers into her. Chris turned to look at his friend. “Dry as a bone, brother.”
“What?” Dylan stopped his forward progress. Knowing that worrying her breasts brought her to near orgasm on many occasions, he was shocked that she wasn’t responding to two skilled men ministering to her.
Ben released her breast. “I’m getting nothing, man. She doesn’t want this.” Dylan stepped forward as Ben and Chris stepped back. He looked at Evie for a moment before closing in.
Dylan stood watching her breathing, turning her head, trying to figure out what was happening. He reached out and placed a finger in the center of her chest, moving it downward. She jumped against her chains, gasping aloud. He stepped behind her, caressing her waist, placing his lips on the space where her neck met her shoulder, pulling himself against her. She inhaled sharply and tried to lean against him, her binds preventing it. Dylan moved his hands up to cup her breasts, resulting in another gasp from her. Stepping back to her front, he squeezed one nipple between his thumb and forefinger while pursing the other between his lips. Switching sides caused Evie to throw her head back and pant. Dylan looked back at his friends. “Check her now.” Chris went to his knees, pushing a finger between her lips. He didn’t have to go far before feeling the moisture. Withdrawing his hand, he held up the glistening digits.
“It appears that she only responds to the hands of her Master,” Ben said from behind his friends.
“I’d say you’re right,” Chris said, standing. He licked the fingers he just removed from Evie’s body. “I just want you to know that I hate your ass, too.”
“I should punch you in the fucking neck for that shit,” Dylan said. “Lucky for you, I am occupied. Go find your own subs.” Dylan returned to Evie, continuing to pinch her nipples, which turned crimson under his attention. He reached up to remove the headphones. Getting close to her ear, he whispered, “My Hope. I am pleased that only my touch excites you.” He heard her intake of air. He removed the cloth covering her eyes, meeting her gaze and covering her lips with his. Their tongues intertwined as she leaned into him as much as she could to seek a deeper connection. Dylan moved one leg between hers, stepping over the spreader bar, allowing her pussy to sit on his muscled thigh, the texture of his shorts against her sensitive lips caused her to tremble. Lifting his shorts, Evie’s engorged clit touched skin, sending sensation through her entire body, which shuddered against him. He moved his thigh against her, holding her hip to keep her in place. His other hand snaked around her body, moving to her ample ass. Deft fingers moved between her cheeks to rim her anus, causing Evie’s head to fall forward against Dylan’s shoulder. The two sensations, clit against thigh and fingertip darting in and
out of ass, combined to create a ball of tension within her. She inhaled sharply and deeply as the orgasm built within her. Dylan once told Evie about subspace, the point where sensation takes over, leaving reason, coherence, and consciousness behind. She never imagined reaching that point and didn’t realize she had until long after the bone-crushing orgasm tore through her body, leaving her limp against her bonds. She opened her eyes to see Dylan looking down at her, caressing her cheek. “There you are,” he said softly. “I lost you for a while.”
She found her voice. “Are you…Have I disapp…Are you angry with me?”
Dylan smiled as he bent to remove the spreader bar from between her ankles before rising to work on the wrist bindings as Evie leaned against him, unable to stand on her own. He lifted her easily and picked up a throw from the corner before leaving the room. Over Dylan’s shoulder, she saw Antonio bent over the spanking bench with Chris’ face buried between his ass cheeks, and Allison against the far wall with Ben fucking her soundly from behind. Evie buried her face into Dylan’s shoulder as he carried her to the cockpit. He settled her into one of the leather chairs, before working on the controls, beginning the return trip to the marina.
Evie curled up in the chair, the soft throw around her. She watched Dylan expertly manage the cruiser, not taking his eyes from the water as he drove. He is disappointed. I am not Anne. Nothing like her. I only want him to touch me. What’s wrong with that? Evie closed her eyes, willing herself to calm. “Be still, mi hermana.” The voice returned. “You haven’t disappointed him.” If only…
Dylan tried to concentrate on the controls and hoped Evie could not see his hands trembling. She responded only to me. He had to touch his chest to feel his heartbeat, to make sure it was not a dream. Anne’s ultimate pleasure had been when Dylan watched as others dominated her. Evie’s was when Dylan dominated her. No other. He looked over to see her dozing off. Mine.
Chapter 22:
Gifts
Evie stood in front of the mirror, turning left then right, looking at herself from all angles, unsure of the scraps of material that Dylan selected for her to wear to the club. It was basically a long tank top, made of whisper thin gauze that left little to the imagination. In the right light, her nipples were clearly visible. Looking further down, she was sure she could see her lower lips through the whisper-thin fabric. “Wow, I have no more secrets,” she said aloud.
“Hope?” Evie turned to see Dylan standing in the doorway. She noticed his frown and gave him an uncomfortable smile. “What were you saying?”
“Nothing…I just…it’s so sheer.” She tried to smooth the material down her thighs. Dylan noted that whenever she was uncomfortable she rubbed her thighs.
“You look beautiful,” he said as he walked up behind her, looking at her in the mirror. She didn’t meet his gaze, but rather continued looking at the dress, worrying her lower lip. “You don’t believe that, do you?” Finally their eyes met. That’s it! She really doesn’t realize how special she is. How beautiful. How precious.
“I…don’t know.” She resumed the pulling and rubbing of her thighs. Dylan turned her around so that he was looking down into her lovely face.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure to know.” He kissed her softly. “I’m excited that I get to show you off some tonight. Chris and Ben are half in love with you already.” She and Dylan hadn’t discussed the afternoon on the boat. Evie hadn’t been willing or able to submit to his friends, and Dylan didn’t push.
“Dylan didn’t want them frightening you.” The voice returned.
He takes good care of me.
“Yes, he does.”
“What do I have to do tonight?” She looked up at him, and Dylan saw a flash of fear.
“Remember when I said that we would test your limits?” Evie nodded. “Today was important, and tonight gives us another chance to explore, play, and learn more about each other.”
“But other people will be there.” She lowered her eyes. “I didn’t think I would ever return to the club.”
“Are you afraid someone will do something to you?” Dylan slowly stroked her cheek with one hand and moved the other down her neck toward her heart.
“No, not really. I just don’t know what to expect.” She again pulled on the hem of her dress. Dylan grabbed her hands, bringing them to his lips. He took time to kiss each finger, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Expect me to care for you. Nothing will happen tonight that you don’t want to happen. I’m getting to know your reactions. Just like today, even without the safe words, I felt your body talking to me. I will soon be able to tell what you love, what you like a little, and what you loathe.” He turned her palms up, kissing each. “You need to learn what I love, like, and loathe. I can tell you one thing that will lead to punishment.”
“What?” She tried to remove her hands from his. He held her with his grasp and his gaze.
“Do you believe you belong here with me, Hope?” His eyebrows drew together when she didn’t immediately respond. “Are you happy with me?”
“Yes, very.” Her response was instantaneous.
“Yet, you don’t think you belong here…with me…to me.” It was a statement, not a question. When Evie opened her mouth to respond, Dylan placed a finger on her lips to keep her silent. “You are mine, Evangeline…Hope. Behave like you don’t belong, and you will be punished. Behave like—” He was interrupted by the doorbell. “I’ll be right back.” He kissed her gently before releasing her.
Evie sat on the padded vanity seat and used combs to secure her hair away from her face, allowing it to fall down her back. Hmmm. Maybe I should pull it forward so that everyone won’t be able to see my boobs. She was about to remove the combs when Dylan called to her from downstairs.
“Babe, your car is here,” he said once she got to the top of the stairs.
“Oh, okay. I thought you could just drop me off after we leave my parents’ tomorrow. But if it’s better, I can drive.” She walked down the stairs to stand near Dylan in front of the open door. She turned to see a car sitting in the circular driveway. “That’s not my car.”
“Yes, my Hope, it is your car,” Dylan said, dangling the key fob in front of her. He reached for her hand, and dropped the electric key into her palm. “It took a few days. This model doesn’t come in this color, so I had to get it painted. It’s tiger’s eye, by the way.”
“What?” Evie looked up at him after staring at the key.
“The color,” he said. “Tiger’s eye. Come on.” He pulled her through the door and down the front steps. “Well, do you like it?”
“I’m not sure what to say.” Evie walked around the Infiniti convertible, noting the sparkling gold exterior and the creamy leather interior.
“Well, I can’t have you driving a ten-year-old car, and…”
“My car isn’t ten years old. She is nine years and—”
“And three months,” Dylan finished. “I know. I know. I just couldn’t resist.” He walked up behind her and pulled her close to him so that her back was pressed against his front. “You don’t like it, do you?”
She pulled away and looked up at him. “No, I don’t like it.” She smiled. “I love it. It’s absolutely perfect. Not what I would have gotten for myself, mind you. But it is just perfect!” She opened the driver’s side door and hopped in, completely oblivious that she was still wearing an ultra-sheer tank top. “Let’s go for a ride. Jump in.”
“Whoa…” Dylan opened the door, and Evie looked up at him. “Shoes? Maybe. And I love the way you look right now, but dressed like that, you will certainly be arrested.”
“Oh.” Evie crossed her arms in front of her, and looked to see if anyone could see her.
“You’re fine. C’mon.” He reached for her hand, pulling her out of the car, lifting her into his arms. Using his hip, he closed the door with a thud.
Evie wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thank you. It is really nice. I’ll
pay you back.”
“It’s a gift, Hope.” Dylan chuckled as they entered the foyer.
“I know, Dylan, but it’s just so much. I didn’t expect it.” She placed her head against his shoulder, hugging herself to him.
“You surprise me all the time. It’s my turn to surprise you.” He reached down and kissed her soundly. Carrying her up the wide staircase to his bedroom, he set her gently onto the bed. “There is one more thing that I need to give you.” He opened a dresser drawer, withdrawing a red velvet box with a black bow. Handing it to her, he took a seat on the bed. He had to smile when he noticed that her feet dangled, nowhere near able to touch the floor. My little Hope.
Evie took the box into her hand, noting that the bow was crooked. He tied it himself. She looked into his eyes. He has a gaggle of people to do things for him, yet he took the time to tie this for me himself. She pulled the end of the bow, allowing it to fall away. Inside was a sparkling bangle. “It’s lovely.” Evie looked up at him.
“You are my Hope,” he said as he took the bracelet wristlet from her fingertips. “Hence, the inscription.” He held the bangle on its edge so that she could see the script writing. Dylan’s. Simple and to the point. “You will not be able to slip this on and off. Once it’s on, only I can remove it,” he said as he produced a key, seemingly from thin air. Dylan placed the key into a tiny lock, and the bracelet opened. He gently placed it onto her right wrist before snapping it shut. “I considered gold, but platinum is rare, just like you.” Evie touched the elegant piece of jewelry, noting that Dylan was correct. There was no way to remove it from her wrist without the key. She was just able to get it close to her thumb, but not over it. Evie twirled it around, making sure she could see the inscription. What does this mean? Dylan watched her intently. “Hope?”
“I…” She looked up at him and noticed his frown. “I’m just not sure what this means.”
“It means that you are mine. It is a symbol of my ownership that you will wear until I take it off.” He rose and walked away. “Let’s finish getting ready.”