And watching him without letting on she was, she had the troubling thought that maybe with this beautiful man she’d bitten off more than she could chew.
It was time to get him to a place where he felt safe.
She took her feet off the coffee table and stood up.
His head tipped back and he straightened in the seat when she did, watching her and looking like he’d join her.
Evangeline went right to him and took his plate but bent over him.
“Now, Branch, I’m relaxed and in a place where I’m good to spend a lot of time on you without anything but you on my mind. So I’m going to go tidy up, you’re going to prepare for me and I’ll explain,” she told him. “When I get back, I want you naked, on this couch, displayed for me. Your back to the corner, legs and feet up, one calf on the back of couch, the other thigh splayed wide to the side. I want your arms out, one down the back, one down the arm, and when I get to work, you’ll keep them there. When I return, baby, I wanna see all of you with easy access, I want you hard for me and I want to see my jewel buried deep. Do you understand your instructions?”
He slid immediately into his role and he did it with a brief, flashing flare in his eyes that, although brief, said everything she needed to know.
He was in his safe place.
He was hers.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She nodded and bent closer. “Right, now, before I go, we have to have two quick chats. One, what’s your safe word?”
“Don’t have one.”
“Everyone has one.”
His gaze went intent and he enunciated his next two words precisely. “I don’t.”
He knew it but she felt it pertinent to say regardless.
“You have to know with your experience that that’s not smart.”
“What I know with my experience, Evangeline, is that works for me.”
Evangeline tipped her head slightly to the side. “Anything goes?”
“You wanna do it to me, I can take it.”
She had no doubt.
Or at least the things he thought she might do.
Sitting with her and enjoying a meal she cooked while doing something normal like watching TV, not a chance.
They’d get to that.
Maybe.
If she managed to wring a miracle and broke through.
“Right,” she carried on, “as that’s the case, the second part of our chat might now be moot but I’m going to ask it anyway because that’s how I play it. Are you trained?”
“Been in the game a long time. Anything you want, I’ll do it.”
She bent even closer. “Your ass, Branch. I mean your ass. You’ve been very good. You requested a fucking. You’re going to get one. How much can you take?”
Another flare, less brief this time, and she felt her pussy quiver.
“Whatever you wanna give me, Evangeline, I will take it.”
“I feel like testing you, baby,” she warned.
“I’ll pass,” he growled. “So bring it on.”
Her big boy.
Raring to go.
Lovely.
She nodded and straightened. “Prepare for me, handsome.”
With that, she walked away.
She did the dishes then she slid her feet in her flip-flops and went out to her studio to get what she needed.
When she was in her playroom, she didn’t think of having Branch out there, something she hoped to have, and soon.
Now, she wanted to take him in the intimacy of her home. She wanted him surrounded by her in that way, not her playroom, her, her life, her things, making him a part of it.
Evangeline took her time with all this. She wanted Branch to understand he was worth that time, and more, she would be worth the wait.
Finally, after returning, having flipped off her shoes, on slightly shaking legs, more than ready to get on with the evening’s festivities, she went back to the family room and rounded the couch on her side so she could see him fully positioned in the corner of his.
He was exactly as she’d told him to be, and that was an extraordinary sight to see.
But he was also more.
He was displayed for her on her couch, legs up and open, cock hard, balls heavy, plug winking, eyes on her, alert, exposing some arousal in his expression (if not all she’d like to see, but that, she was learning, was Branch—she’d get him there with that too), and he had no hang-ups.
He didn’t look anxious. He didn’t look tense. He didn’t look embarrassed.
He looked ready to play.
He was a thing of beauty.
She put the stack of towels down on the coffee table, the toys she’d selected hidden among the folds, and turned back to him.
Shimmying up her tight skirt a smidge, she entered the couch on a knee between his legs.
She leaned in close to his face but not touching him.
“Now to get you ready, handsome,” she whispered.
He just held her eyes.
She moved down his chest, ignoring the scars she’d like to soothe with her fingers, her lips, she kissed his right nipple. His left. Down, she kissed his belly. Down, she kissed the tip of his hard cock. And down, she kissed his sac, giving herself the pleasure of drawing in his scent there, something she’d discovered that morning during her blowjob she very much liked.
Back up, she went to work on his nipples, nibbling, tonguing, sucking. She engaged her hand on his other one to twist and pull.
She knew he was feeling it when he squirmed under her.
With all his experience, he was still sensitive there.
Excellent news.
She switched nipples, mouth and fingers, and kept at it until she got more squirming.
Only then did she lift slightly away and reach out to the towel. Flipping over an edge, she exposed what he’d be getting that night.
And heard the light hiss of his breath.
Her big boy could take what she could give?
They would see.
She fought a smile and nabbed a nipple clamp.
Holding herself away, she pinched and pulled a nipple, her gaze to his face.
He held hers like it was a dare, only a slight clenching of his teeth exposing she was affecting him.
Being a bad boy, holding back.
She’d get him.
She clamped the nipple and did it so tight, his jaw hardened.
God, she loved the look of that.
“Is that okay, Branch?”
“Yeah,” he pushed out.
He felt pain.
But he liked it.
“Good,” she murmured and went to work on the other nipple.
The instant she finished clamping it, she wrapped her hand around his dick and pumped.
A muscle jerked up his cheek.
She allowed her eyes to wander him, splayed for her, nipples clamped, cock thick and reddening, and she saw his ass clenching around his plug as her hand stroked.
And she knew she could have that moment and that moment alone, he could get up and walk out, and she would be okay with it.
For an instant.
But then she’d realize he was like a drug, and once you got your dose, you were good. You were brilliant. You were flying high.
But when it was gone, you needed more.
She did not let this thought alarm her.
She rode it, reached out, tweaked his nipple hard and he sucked in an audible breath.
Her gaze moved to his. “You’re so pretty.”
He didn’t reply but there was a flush to his cheeks, a heat in his return gaze.
Oh yes, she was affecting him.
She bent closer, stroking him deeper, tighter.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Branch,” she whispered.
“As you like it, ma’am,” he ground out.
“I like it rough, Branch. Can you take that?”
“Told you, take anything you wanna give me, you make me come doin’ it.”
“You’ll come, baby,” she cooed, bent closer, almost like she was going to kiss him but instead she brushed her lips along his rough jaw, feeling the bristles against her lips score down to her clit. She slid her mouth down his neck, gentle, sweet, so it made him jump slightly when she glided down and took a fierce nip at his clamped nipple. “Lovely,” she breathed.
Making quick work of it because to do it she had to stop stimulating his cock and she wanted the stimulation not to cease, she prepared the toy thoroughly then came back to him.