“Relax, Riss
.
I was just helping him work out some…kinks
.
That’s
all.
He seems to be feeling much better.” She grinned mischievously,
stepping past Rissa toward the nicely dressed man leaning languidly against the counter.
“Working out some kinks my ass, Eve! I told you to watch him not bone him!” Rissa sniffed and scowled. “For crying out loud, you both smell
like sex. Evan, a little help here, please
?”
The dark-haired man propped himself nonchalantly against the counter and grinned at Rissa. Deacon was suddenly uncomfortable, but Eve still looked in control.
“Reeses, leave them alone
.
He’s a grown man
. If he wants to play
with Eve, you can’t stop
him. And
if Eve wants him as a toy, well…you can’t stop her anymore than you could stop me from hauling you right back
into my bed and reminding you that when a Dom and sub find each other,
nothing can come between them.” He walked toward Rissa, wrapping his
arms around her, pulling her close. The two of them really were enveloped in a world all their own where nothing seemed to matter but the love they had for each other. Including Deacon and Eve.
“Fine.” When Rissa turned around, she held out her hand, offering
him a key.
“I said I would help you
, and I will.
I don’t owe you anything, but I will help you because I said I won’t turn my back on someone in pain
.
Although,” she slanted a sideways glance at Eve
and co
ntinued, “it doesn’t look like you’re in too much pain at the moment
. At least, not bad pain. Regardless, this is the key to my loft.
I don’t live there anymore,
and I rarely ever go over there. I live with Evan, and
we’re in the club downstairs most
nights anyway. You can stay there until you get back on your feet. All the utilities are paid for the next full month, and
it’s still furnished, so you should be all set.” When he reached for the key, she jerked it back. “But
, if you hurt Eve, if you try to make her give up who she is, the part of her that is from the same world as the part of me that you hated, I promise you, I will
never forgive you.”
“Reeses, you won’t have to
.
If he hurts Eve, they’ll never find the pieces of his body.” The dark, well-dressed man turned to Deacon, and he
suddenly felt like a bug under a microscope.
“Eve is my sister
.
She’s had a hell of a life, it’s made her what she is
.
I couldn’t protect her when we were
kids, but I will damn sure protect her now.
IF you hurt her in anyway, there
will be no coming back, no matter how much my darling begs for mercy for you. I would give her the world, but I will not tolerate anyone hurting my sister, or my Rissa.
Do we have an understanding?” Deacon nodded as
Rissa slid up beside Evan, tucking under his arm, winding around him so that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.
“Alright then
. Since you two are so cozy, Eve can take you over to the loft.
I’ll call
and have food delivered.
It’ll be there when
you arrive. I
think there’s a box of your things still in the back of the closet.” Rissa
turned, and she and Evan headed outside into the cold sunshine. A sleek town car picked them up, whisking them to who knew where. He was left behind with the mostly naked siren Dominatrix that had shown him a world of possibilities, and not one, but two, of the most powerful o
rgasms he’d
ever experienced in his entire life. He was scared, aroused and strangely enough, he was falling head first into a feeling of belonging when she looked at him with a smile.
“Well, come on, Deacon
. Looks like it
’
s
moving day for you.” Eve didn’t bother to
change; she strutted right out the door in her robe and boots, wearing nothing else but her keys and cell phone. In the sunshine, her golden hair gleamed. Each gust of wind that toyed with the hem of her robe, exposing a glimpse of pleasure-swollen flesh had him nearly crawling on his knees behind her, begging for more.
Chapter Five
It had been days since their first encounter, just minutes after a meeting, and Deacon was sitting in his plush,
oversized executive’s chair in
his office chewing on the cap of a pen still daydreaming about it all. That experience had been so unlike any o
f the others he’d had
; for starters, the sting of her crop and the bite of her pinching his nipples had been more thrilling than painful. Then there was the whole
she was in charge thing.
For someone who’d known him all of five minutes before humping his brains out, she’d
been right about a lot of things. There was something buried deep inside of him that desperately yearned to be dominated
—
to hand over everything and just feel
—
to be free of everything. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he wondered what his father would think of him now. He
could practically hear his voice booming in his ears, “
Men should be strong, dominant, in charge, not wussy little pussies.
Real men don’t need
women;
they don’t need anything from anybody. Only thing a woman is good for is a
warm place to stick your dick until you get your rocks off.
If you’re not the winner, you’re a loser
.
If you’re not the boss, you’re a failure
. Plain as that,
son.”
God,
he’d had that lecture so many times as a kid,
and as a teenager,
he’d almost given that as the eulogy at his dad’s funeral five years ago
. He hated the way his dad looked at women, and
he’d promised himself he’d
never be with a weak woman who would let him walk all over her.
It’d been
why he rejected R
issa’s need to submit, why he could never see submission
as a strength instead of a weakness.
If his father knew he’d fallen head over
heels for a woman who needed to dominate him as much as he needed to relinquish
control, he’d disown him
or worse. If the man knew that Eve had fully consumed every waking thought and every dream of his since that day, there was no telling what he would have done.
Hell, he hadn’t even been
able to jerk off since then. Self-
pleasure just didn’t have the same explosive
pow
er that being at Eve’s mercy had
, and
he couldn’t wait to be back
.
She’d
left that day after making sure he was settled at the loft he and Rissa had
shared before, he hadn’t seen her since, at least not in any other form but
naked and riding him in his wet dreams every night.
Staring at the screen of his phone, he reread the text she’d sent him
that morning over and over.
If you stroke yourself today, it had best be to thoughts of me, because when I touch myself tonight, it will be to thoughts of you on your knees where you belong.
He hadn’t planned on jerking off, but
the raging erection her text message had given him made him think twice about it.
“Mr
. Cain?
The clients for today’s two o’
clock meeting are waiting for you in the lobby. Should I send them up or do you need a little more
time?” The muffled voice of the office secretary cut through his thoughts,
snapping him back to reality. An elderly little white-
haired lady, she didn’t
move very fast, but she had a knack for reading people, and her oatmeal chocolate chip cookies were like crack.
She’d been with Baker Thomas Holdings since probably before Deacon was even a little spec in his dad’s
spunk,
but she didn’t look like she was going anywhere anytime soon
.
“No
, no,
that’s alright Ms
. Gibbs. Go ahead and send them up.
I’ll
meet them in the conference room. Please call legal and have them meet us
there with the contracts.” He released the speaker button but picked it up
before she could get on the phone to legal.
“
And thank you for the cookies
this morning, they’re my favorite,
and
delicious as always.”
“You’re welcome, Mr
. Cain. I
f you don’t mind me saying, well even if you do, I’m going to say it anyway because I’m older
and wiser than you and you should always listen to little grannies about matters of the heart. It must be a very special woman to have you in such a tizzy.
Don’t let this one
slip away.” She clicked the intercom, disconnecting them before he could
say anything, but he knew she was right. Eve was very special, but where he should go from here, he had no clue. In this little game of cat and mouse, she was most definitely the cat,
playing by rules he didn’t understand
. With a groan, he pushed himself out of the chair as he tried to push Eve from his mind. The biggest meeting of his life was about to go down. I
f he wasn’t
one-hundred percent in the game, Deacon and a whole lot of other people would be looking for new jobs by dinner time. A merger between the two biggest mortgage holding companies in the northeast, and he very well could
fuck it all up if he wasn’t focused
. Glad-handing the clients as they came up, he tried to be every bit the posh executive, but his head was in his pants because Eve was on his mind.
*****
Bored. There was
no other way to describe Eve’s mood the last
couple of days. Just bored. The same people came into the lingerie shop everyday over and over.
“
Can you fit this?
” “
Do I need to wax to wear this?
” “
Does this leather bustier make me look fat?
” “
No, Yes, and
I don’t
know, ask your husband.
” Since she’d had Deacon in the office
and
delighted in helping him explore a part of himself he’d always been ashamed
of, nothing else seemed very exciting or even satisfying in comparison. Why she felt that way was a mystery. After
all, he wasn’t her first,
and while he
was gorgeous, he wasn’t the most attractive man she’d ever been with
. Still,
something about Deacon drew her to him in a way she’d never experienced
before. A clawing need to help him accept himself, and even more, to have him submit to her, to let her care for him the way he should be cared for, had taken up residence in her chest. It
didn’t feel like it was just renting
space short term. Hoping a few days without being around him would quash it, s
he’d left him at Rissa’s old loft without so much as
a goodbye. One and
done, that’s all it should have been, but she was beginning to think this was
far from done
—
if it ever would be. Her one offs never got a text message about self-pleasure, or anything for that matter,
but when she’d woken up
deliriously horny that morning, all she wanted was to be with him. The text message had been the next best thing. If she had to be teased by thoughts of him, he should have to endure the same torture. A passing thought that this must be the way Evan felt when he
’d first met Rissa made her heart skip a
beat or twelve before she banished the idea. What Evan and Rissa had was what fairy tales were made of.
It wasn’t for Eve
. It never would be.
“Excuse me? Miss? Excuse me!” The impatient demanding
resonance of the dark-haired-princess-mob-daughter-wanna-be at the counter brought her out of her thoughts as she stood up straight.
“Yes, can I help you, your highness?” Sarcasm lost on this girl, she
set off on a long tirade about how wonderful her fiancé was and how fabulous their wedding was going to be. As Eve silently begged for her to wrap up the verbal novel, she finally got to the point of her visit to Leather and Lace.
“Anyway, none of that really matters it’s just my fiancé Dean is
really special, and I just want to find something really, oh-my-god hot to wear on our wedding night.
Since he loves me so much that he’s not going
to a strip club for his bachelor
party, I want something that’s like, trashy hot,
kinda like a stripper, to reward him. Can you recommend anything like
that?” Too bad Eve only heard the first few words because as soon as the “
D
ea” sound came out of the girl’s mouth, Eve’s thoughts snapp
ed to Deacon. For some completely asinine reason, the thought of him submitting to another, of being with someone else, made her feel nauseous and angry at the same time. If this was what jealous possessiveness felt like, one, it was a terrible feeling, and two,
she shouldn’t be feeling it for someone she’d
fucked once and not seen since. Her mind made up, she knew she needed to see him again,
see if the same spark she’d felt that first day was real or if she’d just been unusually horny that day
. Who was she kidding? She knew
the answer to that question, that spark wasn’t just real, it was white hot
and all-consuming, and she knew they were both going to get burned. Problem was they were also both going to like it.