Eva
I awoke facedown in my pillow and breathing in the most heavenly of scents. Sandalwood and soap. I smiled before I even opened my eyes and then rolled over to find the other side of my bed empty. But I didn’t have time to freak out and wonder if Jamie had left without saying goodbye because on his pillow lay a note telling me that I had run out of coffee and that he would be right back.
I wasn’t sure how long I had before he came back so I hurried into the bathroom, took care of business and showered. Although I was definitely in need of a good scrubbing, I missed smelling Jamie’s scent on me. That would have to be rectified very soon. I padded out into the kitchen wearing only my favorite flannel robe and my hair in a messy bun. I headed over to the fridge in the hope that I could scrounge up something for us to eat, but then I remembered that I had cleared it out two nights ago in preparation for my trip.
The sound of my front door opening made me completely forget about my empty stomach. Jamie entered the kitchen carrying two coffees in one hand and a brown bag in the other. I didn’t know why I suddenly felt nervous. I had just spent the night naked in his arms but right now I felt incredibly vulnerable, and the second he unzipped his jacket, which exposed his white collar, I knew why. He might still be here, bringing me coffee and what smelled like bacon, but the fantasy was over.
“Eva, what is it?” He set the coffee and the bag down on the kitchen counter and walked over to me. “Baby?” he asked, not even trying to mask the fear in his voice.
My fingers shook as they rose and brushed the white collar at the base of his neck. “Jamie, what are we doing?”
Jamie enveloped my hand with his. “We will talk about this. About where we go from here.” He brought my fingers to his lips and kissed them. “But not today. It’s Christmas, and I want to enjoy this day with you.”
I didn’t know if that was a wise choice or simply a selfish one but the way he looked at me, with so much warmth and another emotion that I dared not name in case of being wrong, I couldn’t help but nod and agree. “Okay.”
Jamie cupped my cheek and smiled. “I know you had plans to go to your home in Stone Harbor but I want to be with you, Eva.”
“But you told my mom and your dad that you would go over to their house for dinner.”
“Come with me,” he said. That wasn’t a good idea. I knew I was more than welcome to come to dinner, but the thought of going scared the shit out of me. How would I be able to hide my feelings for Jamie from my mother and David? One look and they would know. “We can go separately if you think it will look suspicious if we arrive together.”
I was torn. There wasn’t anywhere else I wanted to be than with Jamie, especially on Christmas Day. But how was I going to feign innocence and pretend that I wasn’t completely in love with him? I had no control of my body when I was around him. My cheeks grew warm and I frequently detected a nervous stutter to my voice whenever I was in his presence. “We’ll be careful,” he said, as if reading my thoughts.
I still wasn’t convinced but it was impossible to tell him no. “Alright. I’ll go. But we’ll have to take precautions. There’s no way I can sit next to you at the dinner table.”
His eyes darkened, sending a rush of heat to my core. “Why not, Eva? Are you afraid I may touch you beneath the table? Like I wanted to the first night we met?”
“You . . . you wanted to do that? Touch me, I mean?” I was stammering again and from the way he smirked, I knew he liked it. I was once again his prey.
His fingers trailed from my cheek to the back of my head. “You can’t imagine what I wanted to do to you that night.” I felt a gentle tug and then he released my hair from the messy bun. “There I was, sitting next to a woman who had confessed to me hours earlier that she enjoyed touching herself, that she liked to come hard and often. I had wondered if the hand that I had held during prayer was the hand you used to fondle and caress those slick folds of yours. Just feet away from our parents I had pictured us fucking, of me punishing you for making me want you so damn much.” My heart hammered in my chest, and my breathing escalated. “Do you know how uncomfortable, how painful that was? How uncomfortable that ride home was for me?” I remembered the enormous bulge in his pants right before he had dropped me off that night. And how I would have relieved him of his discomfort, even after just meeting him that day, if he had only asked.
“Ye-yes,” I gasped as he dragged a finger from my neck to the belt of my robe. A quick yank and the knot unraveled and I was exposed to him. His nostrils flared as he stared at my bare breasts. I wanted his mouth there, to suck my nipples and bite them until pain bled into pleasure. But there was something else I wanted more.
“You knew I was uncomfortable,” he said. “You knew how hard I was, how bad I wanted to bury my cock inside of you that night.” His voice was gruff, just barely over a whisper, and it was driving me absolutely insane. His hands settled on my waist. “Didn’t you?” I couldn’t form words, let alone give him a coherent response. I was lost in his voice, the way his thumbs feathered my skin, the way he was looking at me like he wanted to devour every inch of me. I swallowed hard and nodded.
His smile grew and the heat in his eyes intensified. “Would you have let me fuck you that night, Eva? Just hours after we had met?” His fingers finally moved away from my waist and slid lower until they were nestled between my wet folds. Standing before him with my robe open, leaving me completely naked and exposed to him, I ached for more.
“God . . . yes,” I said, closing my eyes. One finger brushed against my clit and I felt my legs wobble. “I . . . wanted you.”
Two fingers entered me at once. “Do you want me, now, Eva? Do you need me to take care of you?” he asked, his voice low and dark.
“Yes,” I said through breathless pants.
“You know how naughty you’re being? To ask me to fuck you just minutes before I have to leave to celebrate Mass with hundreds of parishioners?” I did know. And I should have cared that I was making him break his vow . . . again . . . on Christmas Day of all days, but I was too far gone. And by the look in his eyes, so was he. “You deserve to be punished, Eva.”
“Please,” I begged.
He withdrew his fingers from my slippery channel and I whimpered. “Strip . . . now,” he commanded. I didn’t hesitate. I needed him inside me. I needed him to claim what was his. I shrugged off my robe and allowed it to pool at my feet. His predatory gaze was locked on my eyes as he reached for his belt and slid it free. I swallowed again . . . hard as I watched him loop the belt in his hand. I had never been hit with a belt before, and though I imagined that it would hurt, I wanted that kind of pain. I wanted any punishment he was willing to give me. He took the belt and brushed it across my taut nipples, causing my entire body to quake. “I want this, Eva. I want to whip that sweet ass of yours and punish you, but only if you want it.”
I didn’t know how he could make what he wanted to do to me, that he wanted to whip and punish me sound both seductive and sweet, but he did. My heart skipped, and I gave myself over to him. Like he had last night. I could tell by the way he had looked at me afterward, while he was still buried inside me as I sat in his lap, that he had never done that before. It had brought tears to my eyes to know that he entrusted me with such a gift, with his submission.
And now he would have mine.
“I’m yours, Jamie.”
I watched his grip tighten around the belt until his knuckles were white. “I will stop if you tell me to. Choose a safeword, baby.”
With our eyes still locked on each other, I took a few steps back until my thighs brushed against the arm of my couch. I then turned around and bent over. Right before I rested my face on one of the couch cushions, I looked over my shoulder and said, “I won’t need one.”
The dark desire he had in his eyes just seconds ago was replaced with a hunger that had me gripping the cushions in anticipation. “So fucking beautiful,” he said. His footsteps drew closer and I squeezed my eyes shut. “And mine.”
Crack!
I moaned at the pleasure-pain that shot through my body as it ignited every nerve, awakened every dark desire. I heard him groan and then he hit me again. Wetness flooded my core and pooled over until my juices were dripping down my inner thighs. I had never been so aroused, so desperate to come in my life. I shamelessly ground my pussy into the arm of the couch for some relief, but he gripped me by the hair and pulled me to him. With my back arched, his lips just an inch from my ear he said, “No, Eva. I know what you’re doing. Your pleasure is mine. You will seek it only from me.” That voice. It made me shiver. It made me wetter than I had ever been. And as always, it made me comply with his every demand. I stopped thrusting against the couch. “Such a bad girl,” he said, whacking me once more.
“Fuck . . . yes. More . . . harder!” I screamed.
“Fucking perfect.” A tortured groan ripped from his chest before he whipped me one last time and then dropped the belt on the floor. I heard the sound of his zipper and the shuffling of clothes from behind. The next thing I felt was the blunt head of his cock at my entrance. “My pleasure . . .” He thrust into me . . .”my pain.” His movements were not slow but furious and stabbing. The friction from the couch against my clit made my eyes roll to the back of my head. And then his fingers were there like he knew I was deriving pleasure from something else other than him. “Mine,” he said, rubbing my engorged clit. His other hand grasped my hip as he moved in and out of me. Filling me, stretching me, going deeper with each punishing thrust. I arched my back as tension coiled in my belly. I felt his cock thicken inside me, stroking my tender walls and hitting that spot that made me see stars. I had never felt so full, so conquered, though I knew I could make this stop at any time. One word and Jamie’s thrusts would cease. That was what was so brutally beautiful. That we could give ourselves to each other, that I could submit and he would not take advantage, but cherish such a gift. His pace increased and his grunts grew louder. I couldn’t hold on anymore. Tears streamed down my cheeks not from pain, but because of the overwhelming sensations firing through my body.
“Ahh . . . God! I’m coming!” I screamed.
He slammed into me, gripping my hips so tight that I knew he would leave bruises. He roared my name and came hard, spurting inside me, marking me. His cock jerked and shook against my sensitive channel, which only made my own orgasm go on for what felt like an eternity. It was while the last ripple was rolling through me that he leaned over, covered me with his body, and sprinkled soft kisses up my spine and along my neck. Then I felt his lips against my temple and he whispered, “You are mine.”