Beyond Eden (24 page)

“Slow breaths,” Danny coaxed her, his fingers still rubbing against her in a way that had her fighting the restraints instinctively. Her entire body was tight with the need to push his hand aside and touch herself to cause a quick climax, but Danny wouldn’t be distracted from what he was doing as he leaned down to kiss her neck softly. “Just focus on where I’m touching you.”

With no other choice but to obey, she tried to do as told, taking deep breaths and forcing her body to relax as she focused her mind on the slow, warm feeling Danny was creating by touching her like that. It had never felt that good before, not with a cock in her, and certainly not with fingers that caressed her expertly in a way Eve was surprised a man was capable of.

The idea of being able to come without clitoral stimulation started exciting her when she realized it may actually be a reality. That was one part of sex she had always missed out on. If she could learn to do it that would be a gift the likes of which she could hardly fathom. She moaned behind the gag, arching her hips into his hand for a different reason, encouraging his touch as she felt the release start to build in the pit of her stomach. Once she focused her mind on what his fingers were doing, feeling only the pleasurable pressure building inside her, she found that the pinnacle of gratification blossomed in her easily.

Her body tensed without warning, the pleasure springing free and flowing over her in waves of bliss a thousand times more incredible than anything she had felt before. So potent was the pleasure so long in the making, her entire body shook in relief and her

pussy clenched around Danny’s fingers tightly, the contractions drawing out the climax for what seemed like forever.

“Good girl,” Danny whispered in a low, gravelly voice as he leaned down and placed kisses over her throat and then lower to her collarbone. “I knew you could do it.”

She was panting, her body still shuddering from the pleasure as his fingers continued to caress her, his touch becoming gentler and less insistent. She felt as if every ounce of stress and tension had just drained from her body. She went limp beneath him when he finally pulled his fingers out of her.

Eve’s eyes blinked open to watch Danny suck on his glistening fingers, making her moan and arch into him from the sensual sight. She was suddenly tired, her eyes fighting to stay open when she was forced to bear more of Danny’s weight. His hands trailed down the curves of her side and then slipped beneath her to cup her ass possessively.

“Now we’re going to do it while I fuck you,” he groaned against her ear as he shifted his hips and pulled at the ties that held his leather pants closed with one hand. “I’m not letting you free until you learn how to use my cock for what it was made for.”

She would have screamed at him that he was insane. There was no way she could do it again. The first time had nearly killed her. Every muscle in her body had just lost its ability to work. She felt drugged to the point of passing out but she was powerless to stop him.

Her eyes rolled back from the rush of pleasure that came from the first hard thrust of his body into her. She was so wet he didn’t even have to work his cock in. He buried himself to the base with a loud groan of relief that betrayed his own agony over having to wait so long.

He never gave her a chance to catch her breath and surprised her by fucking her savagely, taking advantage of her vulnerability by being tied down. That sort of carnal mating had always been Eve’s favorite. She was stunned to find that her body was actually bowing beneath him as a fresh surge of desire started to build a second climax.

Knowing he wouldn’t touch her, she focused her mind on the feeling of his body sliding into her, angling her hips to force his cock to brush against that soft spot inside her he had touched with his fingers before. Almost instantly, she was choking back sobs of pleasure with every hard thrust of his cock into hers, her body tensing in the desperate need for release that promised unbelievable pleasure if she could just seize it.

“Do it, Evie Girl,” he growled against her neck as he gripped her ass tighter, forcing her to take him deeper with the next hard thrust of his hips against hers. “Come for your Master. I want you to come for me.”

Eve fought to do as she was told, her entire body battling to find release rather than disobey him and it was that thought, the fear of letting Danny down that finally pushed her over the edge. She tensed a second time, her body clenching repeatedly from the pulses of pleasure washing over her in decadent waves. Her mind went hazy from the

wild onslaught of bliss that flooded into her limbs to the rhythm of her rapid heartbeat and she choked on the gag from the force of her screams.

“Fuck,” Danny groaned, his fingers digging painfully into the sensitive skin of her ass as he followed her into oblivion. His thrusts became erratic, his body strung tight as the contractions of her pussy clenched tightly at his cock over and over.

Eve thought she might pass out. She was fighting desperately to breathe when she started coming down from the high and realized the need for oxygen didn’t stop for pleasure. The gag made it much more difficult and she sobbed in relief when Danny untied it. He pulled it out of her mouth, tossing it aside as he rolled off her, obviously knowing Eve needed the relief after such a brutal orgasm she still wasn’t used to.

They both lay there, trying to gain their breath back, their bodies sweaty and sated. Eve’s eyes fell closed in exhaustion and she was nearly asleep when Danny rolled over, wrapping his arms around her gently. He leaned down and sucked on the tip of one breast, making Eve jerk violently when her skin was still hypersensitive.

“No,” she groaned in complaint. “Not yet. Not for a long time. Too sensitive.” “You did good,” he said, his breath warm against her skin. “I’m proud of you.” “Oh God, I love you,” she panted, her breath still harsh and erratic as her heart

hammered against her ribs. “That was amazing. You’re incredible.”

Danny just nodded breathlessly as he leaned over and worked at freeing one of her cuffs from the straps restraining her. Her arm fell heavily to the bed when he did. She watched him crawl over to work on the other one, his movements heavy in a way that filled her with a strange sort of feminine pride because she knew she had done that for him. Her learning to come from just penetration had made the sex better for him too.

“That was fun,” she said excitedly as he worked at the straps on her ankles, freeing one easily and then working on the other. “You’re really, really good at the big, bad Master routine. You’re working that leather, Danny Boy. What else are you hiding in that closet?”

“You don’t want to know the answer to that,” Danny told her, lifting his head to give her a penetrating look from his spot at the foot of the bed as he freed her other ankle. “My closet is a dark and scary place.”

She laughed, feeling completely giddy in the aftermath of not one, but two orgasms she had previously thought were impossible to achieve. “I love you.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “You can keep those cuffs. I bought them for you.” “You’re saying you want to do this again?”

“Yes,” Danny said in a sultry voice. “Don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she said instantly, nodding her head vigorously as anticipation pulsed through her. “I do want to do it again—lots.”

“You want to see what else I bought you?” “Sure,” Eve rasped, still grinning like a fool.

Danny rolled off his bed, tucking himself into his leather pants and tying them closed as he walked to his closet. Eve was still feeling very languid and lazy. Moving felt like too much work. She just let her head loll to the side to watch him dig in his closet and pull out a medium-sized black velvet box.

She frowned at him when he walked back to the bed and then crawled back onto it. Curiosity gave Eve the strength to sit up. She wrapped her arms around her legs, staring at the box as he stopped to sit next to her and held it out with an odd look of uncertainty on his face.

Eve took it, her eyes darting to his in trepidation. “What is it?” “Open it.”

Eve opened the lid and stared down at the treasure it held. It was a choker of sorts, with dozens of brightly colored rhinestones set into black leather. It looked expensive, even if the box hadn’t given away the luxury of the gift, she would have known it cost a mint. She picked it up by the silver buckle and raised her eyebrows in surprise. “It’s a necklace.”

“No,” Danny said with a laugh and then gave her a devious smile as he reached out and grabbed the silver ring hanging from the front of it. Eve had thought the D-shaped silver ring was for hanging charms or pendants from, but the way Danny held it made it obvious the ring was for attaching something else entirely different. “It’s not a necklace.”

“Oh my God,” Eve gasped, putting a hand to her mouth and laughing when she realized what it was. He was holding up a collar, one fully equipped to attach a leash to. “You twisted bastard!”

“It’s symbolic,” Danny explained as he opened it. “Wearing it for me means you trust me. Do you trust me, Evie Girl?”

“I do,” she said, her body wilting when she considered what he had done for her. “I trust you completely.”

“Then you’ll wear it?” he asked, leaning forward and putting it around her neck without waiting for confirmation.

“I suppose,” she said with another laugh as he buckled the collar on her. “If that’s what gets your rocks off.”

“Oh, no,” he said, pulling back to frown at her. “Only agree if it’s something you really want to do. Otherwise, we can go back to the ordinary. It won’t bother me. I want you to be happy.”

Eve considered what they had done this afternoon and what she had achieved by trusting him with her body. She gave Danny a long look, studying his beautiful features that were relaxed and adoring as he stared back at her with that same look of hesitance, as if waiting for her to deny him. She shrugged, deciding that wearing a dog collar for him was the least she could do to pay him back for what he’d given her. “I want to wear it for you.”

“You’re sure?” he asked as he arched one dark eyebrow. “This collar means you trust me body and soul. To many, including me, they’re considered more binding than a marriage certificate. It’s a big deal.”

She smiled, feeling her heart warm when she realized what he was really trying to say by giving her this gift. To Danny, this collar meant they were truly committed, maybe not conventionally but in a way that was important to him. She reached out, cupping his cheek lovingly and leaned in to kiss him. “I’m sure,” she whispered against his lips. “Own me, Danny Boy. I’m all yours.”

Paul was tired.

Being the youngest lawyer at his firm meant he got all the most tiring, shit cases and dealt with all the biggest assholes. Today had been one asshole too many and Paul wanted a stiff drink, a good fuck and then bed—in that order.

“I’m in a bad mood, Danny Boy,” he called out as he walked in and kicked the door shut with his foot. “I need—”

“Dinner,” Danny cut in instantly from the living room.

“No, that wasn’t on the list,” Paul said as he dropped his briefcase by the front door.

“Evie’s here,” Danny called back, his voice light, but the warning was clear.

Paul groaned, closing his eyes in misery as he mentally scratched fucking off his list. This was really great. A perfect end to a perfect day. Instead of a good fuck he was going to get to watch Eve and Danny cuddle on the couch while he sat there with a hard-on for both of them. At this point, it would take a real trick to make his night and attitude much worse.

“Why’s Evie here?” Paul asked, unable to hide the annoyance in his voice as he pulled at his tie.

“Her car’s in the shop again.”

“That’s money well spent,” he grumbled under his breath as he kicked off his shoes. He leaned down to pick them up and then said loud enough for them to hear, “Does she need me to drive her home?”

“No, she’s spending the night. We already called her mother and she’s appropriately pissed. I think I’m starting to develop a complex where Mrs. Everton is concerned.”

“Sure, you are,” Paul said bitterly, walking into the living room.

Danny and Eve were predictably curled up on the couch together watching television. He stood next to the coffee table, looking down at Eve, who wore nothing but one of his football jerseys, her long, pale legs intertwined with Danny’s as she rested her head against his bare chest. So they were cuddling and half naked. Paul actually growled under his breath as he glared at both of them.

“What’re you growling about?” Danny asked lazily, making it obvious he had spent most of the day fucking Eve and was now sated and content.

Must be nice to be a millionaire with no real responsibilities and a pretty girl to fuck whenever you wanted.

“Is it moot to point out the market value on that piece of shit car is less than the cost of fixing it? He could buy you a new car for less money than he pays to constantly have it in the shop,” Paul said to Eve, arching an eyebrow at her lying there in his shirt, cuddling with his fuck buddy and looking very pleased with both of them. “Let Danny buy you a new car—please.”

“No.” Eve tilted her head back from where it rested on Danny’s chest to grin up at Paul impishly, showing off cute dimples on both rosy cheeks. “If he bought me a car, he’d be my sugar daddy.”

“Yeah, we can’t have that. It’d be a real social crime,” Paul snorted, shaking his head at the absurdity of the situation. He decided to ignore Eve, because he was irritated with her for being so cute and appealing to him when she had just ruined his night with a broken car that was rapidly becoming the bane of Paul’s existence. He looked to Danny instead. “Did you get my voice mail?”

“Yeah, I got it,” Danny said without looking away from the television.

Paul stared at Danny for a few more seconds, getting the message loud and clear. Television and Eve were more interesting than playing with him when he had left him a message saying he had a horrible day and needed an escape from the shit hole that was his life this week.

“Thanks a lot, motherfucker,” Paul growled under his breath as he turned away from both of them.