by Anna Parsons
“Fine.” She pouted before stomping toward the bathroom. He can’t resist me for long
“Stop being a brat.” The voice was clear in her head. “He doesn’t like that.”
I plan to get what I want, lady.
“Cut it out, Evie. You won’t like the outcome.”
Whatever.
“Um…come back here.” He pointed at the spot on the floor where she’d been standing. She returned and looked up at him. “Walk to the bathroom and do what I asked, without stomping or pouting.”
“Fine,” she said again before walking toward the bathroom. At the last second, she turned and stuck her tongue out. That’ll get him. I am so bad.
“You’ll pay for that.” He followed her. Ooh, here he comes!
She reached into the shower, turning on the water before stepping in, Dylan quickly shedding his clothes and joining her. “Don’t move,” he said, placing her under the spray of the water. Dylan took his time, washing her from head to toe. His cock stood at attention, bobbing before him. She reached to touch more than once, but he returned her hands to her side each time.
“Does it hurt?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said without pausing in soaping her for the second time.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly.
“Why are you sorry?” he asked, looking into her eyes.
“I think I make you like that.” She pointed at his throbbing penis.
“True.” He smiled. “But I wouldn’t change it for the world.” He kissed her, reaching up to cup the back of her neck. “Now lean back so I can wash your hair.” Evie relaxed into his strong arms as he gently shampooed and rinsed her hair, caressing her scalp, making her moan at how good it felt. He lifted her to stand, back to the wall. He picked up the soap to begin washing himself.
“May I?” Evie asked.
“Are you done being a brat?” He continued soaping himself.
“I don’t think so,” she said honestly. “But I’d like to wash you, if you’ll let me.”
“Your honesty is refreshing, Hope.” He handed her the soap. “But I’ll take care of that behavior later. For now, squeaky clean, please.”
“Yes, Sir.” She rubbed the soap between her palms, generating a handful of suds. She started with his shoulders, massaging the bubbles into his skin, gently squeezing as she went. When she reached his chest, she couldn’t help pressing her lips against his brown nipple, first one and then the other. Not even the taste of the soap suds caused her to pause. His flesh in her mouth tasted of honey. She reached her hands around him, pulling him closer, trying to caress every inch of him with every inch of her. Evie felt Dylan’s hand move up her arms to her shoulders, pressing slightly, backing her away from him.
“Stop.” He moved to allow the water to rinse away the soap she picked up from his body.
“I don’t understand.” Evie frowned as Dylan moved her out of the shower.
“I will not tolerate bratty or obnoxious behavior. Go get ready for bed.” He closed the shower door and turned into the water, reaching for the shampoo. Evie stood there looking at him through the glass door, mouth hanging open. “Get ready for bed, Hope.” The Dom voice. Evie almost jumped when she heard it. She dried herself quickly, and on her way out of the bathroom, she looked back to see him watching her through the glass shower door.
She moved to the bedroom and pulled back the bed covers before climbing in, scooting to the far side of the bed, awaiting Dylan’s arrival.
Dylan took his time in the bathroom, knowing that his Hope was waiting for him. He needed for her to understand what he would and would not tolerate. He loved her strength, spirit, and passion, but he would not tolerate her trying to manipulate him into play or punishment. She actually thought she would get somewhere with that behavior. Sweet, but not gonna happen. Ignoring her for a while should do the trick. He finished in the bathroom, flipping the light switch, and entering the bedroom, stark naked. Evie was curled up against her pillows, the covers pulled back, waiting for Dylan to crawl in.
“I’m sorry,” she said without moving.
“Why are you sorry?” He walked closer to the bed.
“I was being a brat,” she said softly.
“Why would you do that, Hope?” He climbed onto the bed, stretching out, facing her. Evie had trouble focusing on his question as she scanned his body.
“I…um…I just want to feel you. To touch you.” She licked her lips, thinking of how good his skin would feel against hers.
“Hope, have I ever neglected you or your needs?” He moved closer to her.
“No, never,” she said with a sharp inhale.
“And I never will.” He pulled the sheet up to cover the bottom half of his body, causing Evie to whimper. “I wanted you to get ready for bed, to follow my instructions. You have no idea what I planned next.” Evie watched him as he rolled onto his back. “Instead of following my instructions, you attempted to manipulate me into doing what you wanted me to do. That’s not how it works, Hope.”
“I really am sorry, I just wanted…”
“I know what you wanted, Hope. And you were going to get it, but not now.” He reached up to turn off the light on the nightstand, darkening the room instantly. “Goodnight,” he said before turning away from her.
“Goodnight.” She balled her fists under her chin, preparing for a night apart from Dylan. “I won’t do it again.” She fell into a fitful sleep, turning over several times, unable to get comfortable. Evie had grown accustomed to sleeping close to Dylan, with his leg or arm thrown across her, nestled against his chest, and more than once she awakened with her head on his abdomen, unsure how she arrived in such a state. But not tonight. Tonight, he was as far away from her as he could get.
Dylan listened to his Hope toss and turn in the bed next to him. Although he could sense that she was struggling with the separation, she didn’t attempt to touch him and tried hard to keep her movements to a minimum so as not to wake him. Little did she know that his eyes had not closed. The physical connection that she craved, he demanded. Sleeping apart from her proved difficult. Having her close enough to touch and intentionally refraining was nearly impossible. His body needed to touch hers, to be connected to her. A simple touch was all he wanted. Dylan waited until her stirring stopped, and her breathing deepened before turning toward her.
Evie stirred when she felt his touch, but didn’t dare move for fear that it was an automatic response as he slept. She didn’t want to cause him to recoil to his distant spot on the other side of the California King. When she felt him move her hair and press his lips to her neck, she knew he was awake and fully aware of what he was doing. He moved his hand across her skin as he continued to kiss her neck, moving over to the sensitive spot under her ear. She breathed deeply and pressed her body against his as she gripped her pillow, trying to stay still. One hand remained in her hair, while the other reached to knead her breast, pulling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, worrying it into a hard bead. “Dylan,” she breathed.
“Shhh” was his only response. He continued to place openmouthed kisses along her back and neck, gently suckling, intending to mark her. He moved his left hand from her breast, caressing over her belly, to her hip, down to her thigh. She felt him lift her leg, moving it over his, before feeling his cock nestled between her legs. Her breath hitched as he began to pump himself between her sensitive lips, as he stroked her clit, scissoring it between his fingers. “Shhh.” He grabbed his hard cock and moved the head to her entrance, flexing his hips to make his entry. “Ah, yes, yes, yes,” he breathed as he moved her leg back to its original position, feeling the pressure of her closed body against his engorged cock. In one fluid motion, he rocked them both until his Hope was on her knees in front of him. Dylan withdrew until only the throbbing head was inside her tight, wet hole. He paused, feeling his cock pulsate, begging to be inside his Hope. Her pussy squeezed his head, as if milking it. Unable to resist another second, he plunged into her wit
h such power that her knees lifted from the bed. Grabbing her luscious hips and throwing his head back, he stroked in and out of her, feeling her clench her strong muscles.
Evie moaned as he rhythmically pounded her. Using all of her strength, she pulled herself forward, dislodging him. “What…?” Before he could finish the question, Evie reached back and positioned his cock, now slick with their combined juices, at her tight back entrance. “Hope, let me get the lube,” he whispered. Before he could move, her muscles relaxed and her body sucked him in. “Ah, god, Hope.” He panted. Dylan withdrew an inch before slowly, deliberately, pressing forward. He began an agonizingly slow withdrawal and entered at a glacial pace, so as not to hurt her with his blunt weapon. She pressed back against him, seeking deeper penetration. “No, Hope, no more,” he said as he leaned over her back and pressed his lips to her ear.
“Please, Dylan, please.” Evie turned her head to look back at him. “More.”
“No, my Hope.” He lifted from her to withdraw, when she pressed back with all her might, enveloping his entire length within her body. “Oh, shit!” he screamed and collapsed on top of her, causing her knees to buckle, flattening her against the bed. Dylan lay still, his elbows on either side of her shoulders, preventing his weight from pressing on her. “Don’t move,” he said softly.
“Dylan, don’t stop,” she said. “Green.”
He couldn’t physically move. The feeling of her body wrapped around him was paralyzing. One millimeter and he would explode inside of her. Dylan remained still, wanting to preserve the feeling for as long as possible. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent, which did nothing to calm the nature rising within him. He was almost ready to move, when she lifted her ass to meet him, pushing him deeper. “Aw, damn, Hope. Be still!”
“I can’t, Master,” she said in breathless anticipation.
“Fuck!” He pulled back and quickly reentered her. One hand held her ass still, and the other pressed the side of her head into the pillow. “Fuck!” he screamed before beginning a relentless torment of her body. Dylan did not want to lose control, but her body spoke to his, begging for the pounding he was giving her. Deep in a trance, his body was no longer his own, setting a punishing rhythm, gripped by her body. He heard his Hope cry out, but after entering topspace, he could no longer control himself or his cock. He could only feel ecstasy, euphoria, rapture. Every moment of his life led him here. Events flashed before him. Making eye contact with her the first time, their first touch, her smile, the smell of her hair, the first time he entered her, the mewls that escaped her, spurring him forward, feeling himself spilling into her, and his body worshipping hers. Unsure how long he had been inside her, he inhaled deeply before exploding into her. Moments later, ropes of cum still sprang from his body into hers. “God, Hope!” He lay on her back, trying to regain control of his faculties, but not wanting to lose the memory of the most intense orgasm of his life. Breath ragged, heart beating uncontrollably, he became aware of her wiggling beneath him. “Hope?”
“You’re heavy,” she said simply. With great effort, he rolled from her, his now-flaccid cock retreating from her body. Slowly, he returned to the present, suddenly realizing that his Hope was sniffling next to him.
“Hope.” He reached over to turn on the light. He leaned up, reaching for her shoulder, turning her so that he could see her face. Her eyes were filled with tears. “I hurt you.” He pulled her close to him, and squeezed her before kissing her gently.
“No, Dylan,” she said against his chest. “You didn’t hurt me.”
“Why are you crying?” He buried his face in her hair.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before, and to think that I almost didn’t get to experience it because I was bad.” She sniffled again. “I’m so sorry for what I did. I didn’t mean to disappoint you.” She looked up at him. “Thank you.”
“My Hope.” He looked into her eyes, which were overflowing with tears. “I think you’ve learned that separation is the greatest punishment a Master can impose on his sub. You’ll never make me do that again, will you?”
“No, not ever.” Tears streamed down her face.
“I believe you.” He continued to stroke her cheek just before he touched his lips to hers. The touch was feather light and tender. “I love you.”
Chapter 27:
A Little Adornment Goes a Long Way!
“Dammit,” Dylan said as he sat on the chair in his bedroom, fiddling with this watch.
“What’s wrong?” Evie asked as she walked from the bathroom, dressed in her scrubs, almost ready to leave for work.
“This watch.” He sucked his teeth in frustration. “I think it’s had enough. Gave up the ghost.” He sat with just a towel wrapped around his waist, fussing with the old timepiece.
“I haven’t heard that expression in a while.” She laughed. “Let me see.” He handed her the watch and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her into his lap.
“You smell good,” he said as he wrapped her into his arms.
“Why, thank you, Mr. Rankin.” She turned to give him a smack on the lips. “Yup, it’s dead. I know because I’m a medical professional.” She handed it back to him before trying to get up, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“That’s a shame.” He held her a bit tighter.
“Have you had it a long time?” She leaned back against his shoulder.
“My mom gave it to me,” he said. “I don’t wear jewelry. Aside from cufflinks when I have to put on a monkey suit, my watch and wedding ring are it. I put the wedding ring away a while ago. Now I guess it’s time to retire my watch.” She stretched to kiss his jaw, watching for the faraway look he got whenever he talked about his marriage or life before she entered it, but it didn’t come. “Guess I’ll be making a trip to Maxwell’s.”
“What’s Maxwell’s?” Evie asked.
“Maxwell’s is a jewelry store in River Oaks, on Kirby. The owner, Maxwell Vogt, specializes in unique and custom pieces, like your bangle,” he said as he twisted it on her wrist. “A man needs to know what time it is.” He squeezed her once again and kissed her cheek.
“Speaking of time, I need to get to work.”
“I don’t want you to go,” he said in a little- boy voice, much different from his normal baritone.
“I won’t be gone long. You won’t even miss me.” She kissed his nose.
Won’t miss you? Are you kidding? You can’t leave the room without me following you.
“Isn’t it time for you to leave that job?” he asked sincerely. “Even JJ says that County is a frightening place. We all worry about you. Your parents, me, JJ, me, Ruth, me, Matthew, me, and oh yeah, me. Why not just work at the clinic?”
“JJ said the same thing,” she conceded. “The clinic is becoming more popular, and he’s talking about retiring from County.” She sighed, still leaning against him. “I don’t know. It just worries me not having an income, and quitting something I love.”
“Hope, you don’t need the money. We both know that,” he said, clinging to her. “And you’re not quitting anything. You’re a nurse, whether at County or at the clinic.” He kissed her ear. “And remember, all it takes is the stroke of a pen to add another paid position to the clinic.”
“Oh yeah, how would that look?” she asked. “Getting your girlfriend a job.”
“Hey,” he said. “One of the privileges of ownership. And it’s not a favor. The clinic needs the help.”
“Well.” She reached into the pocket of her peach scrub top, handing him a folded paper. “I agree with you.” He took it from her and unfolded it as she lay against his chest, her forehead against his chin. The memo was clear and concise.
It is with great regret that I must tender my resignation. I have enjoyed my time at County and appreciate the training and development opportunities afforded to me. I have decided to donate my time to a community healthcare center. This letter will serve as my two weeks’ notice.
Kindest regards, Evang
eline Hope
“This pleases me, Hope.” Dylan refolded the letter and handed it back to her. “Go turn this in.” He kissed her on the cheek and pushed her up. One last pop on her ass and he pointed her toward the door before giving her a small shove. At the bottom of the stairs, Ruth held up the princess lunch kit that Dylan bought for her and her sweater.
“Thank you, Ruth. See you later.”
“Bye, Miss Evie. Have a good day,” Ruth said before returning to the kitchen.
Evie bounced down the stairs to her car. Once inside, she used the GPS to find Maxwell’s, and the car dialed for her. A woman with a thick accent answered. “Hi, my name is Evangeline Hope. I’m a friend of Dylan Rankin. He—” The woman cut her off.
“One moment, please, miss.” Seconds later, a gentleman was on the line.
“Hello, Miss Evangeline, this is Maxwell.” His German accent sounded gruff to Evie.
“Hello, sir. Thank you for taking my call,” she said, steering the car onto the interstate.
“Certainly, how may I help you?”
“Well, Dylan Rankin is my…my…friend, and I want to get him something. His watch stopped working, and I thought it would be nice to replace it.”
“Yes, yes,” he said. “Mister Dylan only wears a watch, no other jewelry. I am sure he would appreciate it. Do you have something in mind?”
“Not really sure what I am looking for, sir. I’ll know it when I see it, though.”
“Please, stop by our store. I’ll show you what I have.” He took her phone number and they agreed that she would stop by later in the day.
Evie turned in her resignation as soon as she arrived at work. There were some tears with her supervisor, but in the end the resignation was accepted. She planned to leave quietly, but as word spread, so did plans for a farewell party, with JJ as the ring leader. By lunchtime, there was a sign-up sheet for those who wanted to bring a dish, a room reserved, and a slogan, It must be nice!