He’s open to anything you wanna do to pull that off.
She fought squirming in her seat and it made her angry.
This was not a part of her life anymore.
This was something she was never going back to.
She’d said that plainly to Aryas and he shouldn’t push it.
“Aryas, please, seriously. I think I learned my lesson with Kevin and Damian.”
“Damian’s back too.”
Evangeline went still.
“He wants to see you,” Aryas went on.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
She hadn’t heard that.
“Couple of days ago, he contacted me to share he was back in Phoenix,” he carried on, “and he’d be coming back to the club. He didn’t want to do that until he saw you. Spoke to you. Made sure you’re all right.”
Evangeline said nothing but what she thought was, she should talk to him. Damian had sent flowers every week for three months after it happened. He’d shown up at her door half a dozen times, three of which she’d let him in to talk to him, show him she was okay, the swelling was down, the bruises were healing, she was healing.
The other three times, she’d hid like a coward and not answered the door.
His e-mails often went unanswered. She’d answer enough not to seem like a loser.
She needed to reconnect with him too. He didn’t need to be let off the hook. Damian didn’t play it that way. He never expressed guilt for what happened (which was good, because he didn’t hold any), just concern for her.
Her eyes dropped to Aryas’s thigh and she murmured, “I shouldn’t have let Damian touch me.”
“That was the scene Kevin wanted.”
She lifted her gaze to his. “I shouldn’t have let him have it.”
“It had nothing to do with you or Damian. It was fucking Kevin and only Kevin.” He leaned across the arm of his chair toward her. “Damian doesn’t hold guilt. Damian doesn’t feel the burden of blame. Damian has his shit together and he knows takin’ that motherfucker’s ass and eating your pussy and making him watch had nothing to do with that asshole losing his mind. You were all-in a controlled situation where Kevin held the control. He was not gagged. He had a safe word you both knew. He could have ended that scene at any minute. He didn’t end it. He got off on it. You gave him what he wanted, what the motherfucker asked for. That isn’t on you. That isn’t on Damian. It’s partially on me because I didn’t see he had it in him to have that kind of break. But don’t lay that shit on yourself, Evangeline. And don’t lay it on Damian.”
She simply stared in his eyes.
“Nod, baby, so I know you got me,” he ordered.
Weakly, she nodded.
She also noted Aryas didn’t like the “weakly” part of that and didn’t hide it, but he accepted it.
“You got guilt because you got a thing for Damian?” he asked quietly.
She did and she didn’t.
The man gave great head and he was beautiful to look at.
But she was a Domme and he was a Dom, pure and true. His work hit extremes but more often than not it was a thing of beauty.
Those two didn’t go together even if she wanted them to, which she didn’t.
She needed to crack the whip.
But now, doing that only in her mind with her vibrator held to her clit.
“He’s gorgeous and he’s very good at what he does, but no.” She lifted her shoulders slightly. “It was just the scene. I was just caught up in Damian and the scene.”
“He’s got that way,” Aryas muttered.
“The Honey’s subs all over the city will have spontaneous orgasms, knowing he’s back in town,” she muttered back.
Arya’s face cracked in a grin and it didn’t leave, so it was a surprise attack when he went back to his earlier topic.
“I want you to look over my guy.”
She sat back in her chair and shook her head. “Ary, leave this alone.”
“No club, unless you reserve a playroom in the off hours, you both enter at different times and there will be no cameras.”
She stared at him.
No cameras?
A year ago, the cameras in Aryas’s playrooms that, as policy, he always had monitored might have saved her life.
He kept talking.
“He’s not that, Leenie, and no way, and you know this to your soul, no fuckin’ way I’d set you up for that again. This guy is solid. Unshakable. No other man I’d choose for you.”
She again said nothing, but if he believed that about this man, it was true and she knew that to her soul.
Aryas didn’t say nothing.
“You do him at yours. You sign an NDA. You don’t talk to anyone about him, using his name or in any way. He’s adamant about his boundaries. No one watching. No one in attendance. No one but the two of you participating. I arrange a meet, here, when no one’s around. You look him over. He looks you over. You want a trial session, we make this meet at a time where you got some of it to spend on him. Blackout blinds down on the room. You two take it from there. And from there, I’m out.”
“He requires a nondisclosure agreement?” she asked, more than a little stunned at this prerequisite.
“Even if you’ll meet him here, this is not club play, Evangeline, and he needs to know he can trust you in all ways, but especially with that. It’s not my place to get into why he needs that and I’ll just warn you, he’s not gonna get into anything personal with you. That’s not yours to have. He just needs it and that’s all you need to know. And you need to take care of that for him, keep him safe with that. If you don’t, you talk, he won’t sue you. But, baby, mark these words, you sign that NDA, you take him on, you keep what happens and everything to do with the two of you under wraps because I don’t know what his consequences will be if you don’t. He’d never hurt a woman, physically, I said it before but right now, of that I swear.”
He crossed his heart and lifted his hand, two fingers up like he was a Boy Scout doing a salute.
He dropped his hand and finished on a whisper, “But he’ll destroy you.”
“Who is this guy?” she whispered back.
“You won’t know that until you,” he leaned forward, tagged a piece of paper on his desk and sat back, offering it to her, “sign this.”
It was then she understood his game.
Hell, sheer number of Dommes he goes through, you might only get one crack at him before he vanishes from your life.
He’s open to anything you wanna do to pull that off.
He’s not gonna get into anything personal with you.
If you don’t, you talk, he won’t sue you … But he’ll destroy you.
Aryas knew her.
He knew what she liked.
He knew how she played.
He knew exactly what would make her squirm in her seat.
And he knew precisely how long it had been since she’d had her kink.
“You’re throwing down the gauntlet,” she accused quietly.
“You feel like picking up the glove?” he shot back, shaking the piece of paper at her.
She stared into Aryas’s eyes.
No strings.
Anything she wanted to do to get him off.
When he was done with her, he’d vanish from her life.
Her gaze dropped to the paper.
“Bet you, and we’ll make it interesting, lay five grand on that fucker, he’ll give you one go and then he’ll move on,” Aryas pushed, but it was a dare.
She looked back at him.
A dare.
Yes, he knew her.
“No reflection on you and your skills, which are sublime, my beautiful baby.” He grinned a wicked grin. “Just that this guy is unbreakable. There’s no edge for him any Domme can get anywhere near to push him off and that’s what he’s looking for. Being taken to the farthest edge and shoved right the fuck over.”
Taken to the farthest edge.
Evangeline was not into that. She wasn’t into extreme. Not like many who were into that in the life.
No, the edges she coasted were exactly what Aryas wasn’t quite saying, but she read this guy couldn’t handle.