He’d had a shit life. He just wanted easy and a paycheck and not to bicker about stupid shit. Like how it pissed him off she left rooms where she didn’t turn out the light and she threw it in his face he made more money than her but that didn’t mean he got to make all of the rules when she wasn’t trussing him to their bed and giving him what they both needed.
This leading her to take stupid risks to get her kink when she didn’t have him at the same time make a point to Branch which got her dead.
He had a lot of blood on his hands, Tara’s was the most indirect, but hers was the blood he knew he’d never wash off.
Yeah, the choice was clear.
He should get the fuck out of Evangeline’s life.
He drew in a breath that drew in the scent of her hair.
And he suddenly was unsure if he was a bigger asshole for breaking up with Tara about stupid shit, this act leading to a violent, ugly death where, before it came, she’d had to have been terrified out of her mind. Or knowing down to his balls there was no way in fuck he was done with Evangeline, and he knew beforehand him just breathing her air meant her life might unravel too, since he seemed to have a knack for causing that.
The breath he took must have been big because it stirred her.
Her hand slid down his side, along the small of his back to his ass.
“Branch?” she called sleepily.
Sleepy. Turned on. Just talking, she had the prettiest voice he’d ever heard.
“I’m awake,” he answered.
She shifted, touching her lips to his lat and murmuring, “Did you sleep?”
He really wished she’d quit with the lip touches, the kisses.
The affection.
And he really wished she’d not.
“Yeah.”
“Good?”
After coming that hard and a bath with her?
He’d slept like the dead he was.
“Yeah.”
“Good,” she whispered, tightening her leg around his thigh. “You doing okay?”
She meant being tied.
He’d stay tied for her for a year, if she liked him this way.
And not because she fucked him better than anyone who came before.
Which was also not the reason why he knew he was going to be a tremendous asshole and keep it up with her for as long as she’d have him.
The reason why was because he didn’t know if he’d be able to keep breathing if he lost the shot at witnessing another one of her happy smiles.
And this was because he hadn’t done much good in his life and seeing that happy come in a way he knew he gave it to her was something he’d never experienced but had known immediately was precious.
That thought in his head, his voice came out soft, “I’m yours, Evangeline. I’m okay any way you want me to be.”
Her hand at his ass gave a squeeze and she pressed herself closer, murmuring another “Good.” She cupped his crease and whispered, “Here?”
“All good,” he muttered.
“It needs a break today.”
She was probably right.
That still didn’t mean it wouldn’t suck he’d walk away from her house not having her inside him.
Fuck, he was an asshole.
She glided her lips up his lat to his back, her hair sliding with her, as she said softly, “I’m going to have to be creative with how I’m going to make sure you’re reminded of me all day.”
Christ.
His morning erection grew bigger.
It was then she began, giving him a screaming indication he should let her have what she was going to take from him in her bed that morning and then he shouldn’t only disappear from her life, but get the fuck out of Phoenix so he didn’t have the urge to come right back in.
At the same time she made it utterly impossible for him even to think about that option.
Lips, hands, tongue, and gentle with the teeth, she explored his body, every inch of it that she could get to. Arms, neck, shoulders, back, ass cheeks, thighs, calves, ankles, and then in a cute, sweet, hot burrow, laving his balls in a way he knew she was knelt between his legs, her touch almost reverent, like she was worshiping his sac.
His cock hard and hanging heavy, brushing the soft cotton of the bolster, it was beautiful torture, every second.
It got better when she made her way back up to his neck, working there, her body straddling his, warm, her tits soft against his back, he could feel her wet seeping into his skin.
Suddenly, she was gone, her fingers gripping his hair, and she pulled his head back, swung in front of him, thighs over his biceps, and she shoved his face in her pussy.
Shit, but she rocked it.
“Eat, baby,” she breathed.
Fuck yes.
Her hand still gripping his hair, his body unavailable to him, not able to touch her in any way but with his mouth, he ate Evangeline like hers was the last pussy he’d ever be offered.
And life had saved the best for last.
She smelled good and she was sweet there too, sweet and so goddamned wet, what he felt last night was not a one-off because she liked watching him take his fucking. She was drenched.
And it was awesome.
He took her with his mouth and listened to her noises, driven to make them more urgent, licking, sucking, tongue fucking, biting her clit. Finally, he heard her find it and he felt his cock throb in a way he worried he’d shoot as she rubbed his face in her cunt through her orgasm.
When he felt her quiver through the aftershocks, he turned his head and brushed his mouth to her thigh, hearing her whisper, “You’re good at that.”
He said nothing.
But he was fucking thrilled she thought so.
She stroked his hair and kept talking, her voice still low and breathy from coming. “Now, I’ve got a quandary.”
Branch had a feeling, whatever her quandary, it was him that was going to have to work it out for her one way or another.
This was why his balls got tight.
“You see, baby,” she kept talking, now also stroking his shoulders, “you’ve been very good. And usually, I reward very good. But in being very good, we’ve made a part of you unavailable to me so you can’t take me away with you like you’ll normally do.”
“I hear you,” he murmured, liking lying with his face in her pussy and liking that she was perfectly cool with letting him do that after she’d come when a lot of Dommes finished their business and then got on with shit.
It was who he was. It was how he was. And there was beauty to a scene lingering, the intimacy of such a position, and for him, getting to experience the service of being laid out for her, at her mercy, even just to allow her to show affection.
He also didn’t like it.
And that last was mostly because he liked it too fucking much.
“So, I’m afraid, handsome,” she went on, “that I’m going to have to leave my mark on you in a way you’ll feel it all day.”
Automatically, his hole tightened and he rubbed his dick against the bolster.
Fucking brilliant.
“But don’t worry,” she kept at it, “I’ll take care of you after you take that.”
“You wanna give it,” he turned and touched his mouth to the juncture of her hip and thigh, not a kiss but as close to one as he felt he could give, “I’ll take what you can give.”
“So good,” she whispered, wispy and sweet. “That earns your choice, Branch. Strap or switch.”
Fucking brilliant.
“Switch,” he answered immediately.
“My big boy,” she purred with approval.
With that, gently, she lifted his head, rolled away from him and he felt her exit the bed.
She came back and he saw her, knees to the bed at his side.
She smoothed a hand over his ass. “Ready?”
“Always.”
She kept running her hand along his ass.
He wrapped his fingers around the silk cords in preparation.
Then he demanded, “Test me.”
“Sorry?” she asked.
“Test me.”
“Branch—”
“Every time I move all day, I want the burn of you driving through my balls.”
She emitted a feminine growl he felt shooting right up his ass.
“You say when,” she ordered, her voice having gone throaty.