When I look at Eva, I know she’s enamored with him. Oliver has a way of weaving a spell around anyone. That’s why, man or woman, he’s had them all at his feet.

When I met Oliver in college, he took me under his wing teaching me the ways of being a Dominant. Even though I’m not a sadist like him, I find that he understood my need for humiliation. He got to the root of my problem. When I was younger, I’d been through it, humiliated because of my upbringing, of who I was. Not exactly the most popular kid in school.

That in turn slowly led me down this sordid path that’s now turned into something sexual. That’s how I found my outlet. To do it to someone else. Namely a beautiful woman. And strangely, when I found out how many women wanted that treatment, I was shocked.

Oliver, now in his early forties still has the grace, the charm, and that dominant streak that causes men and women to turn their heads when he walks into a room. For years, I’d confided in him. When I told him about Emilia, he responded with “I knew it,” shocking me. Apparently, he’d seen that she wasn’t what I needed, but I was so damn blind to her that I was deaf to any advice.

He told me that he wanted to let me play it out. In this lifestyle, it’s intense, emotions run high. It’s deeper, more emotional than any other ‘normal’ relationship because you’re not only loving someone, you’re giving them full control over your body, mind, and soul. Ultimate submission. That’s why a lot of the time submissives become overly attached. They think it’s love when it’s merely need.

Eva cuts through my thoughts when she speaks. “Have you…? I mean—”

“No, Eva. I haven’t fucked Oliver. I’ve watched him with both men and women, but never have I been with him,” I tell her, pulling her into the crook of my arm. She looks utterly sinful tonight. The dress hugs every inch of her—all those tiny nooks I want to devour.

“Okay, I was curious,” she says watching him set up the room. There are whips, canes, even a small bench which I know he’s going to use to bind her to. He is the perfect man to pull the information from her. To make her feel safe, then really punish her. Something tells me he’s going to enjoy this a lot more than he should.

There’s something about the false sense of security he’s going to give her and then suddenly rip the blanket out from under her feet. It’s that agony I hope will make her see what a sick individual she is. My guilt is still something I’m dealing with, all those girls she told me to degrade, to humiliate, didn’t deserve it. They didn’t ask for it. But I did it to save myself.

I’ve made a decision which I still need to talk to Eva about. Giving up this life and moving away is the first step to a fresh start. Something I need. Something that I want to give Eva because I know she deserves more than this place. More than the memories that will linger every time we walk into Seven Sins.

I want to make her forget her past so she can look forward to a new future. One with me. Where she can be anything she wants to be. I’ll do anything for her. I’m changing myself to keep the woman I love and I couldn’t be happier. When I fell to my knees, for her it dawned on me, she is it. I’d never knelt for another woman. I’d never given myself so wholly to anyone. Not even Emelia.

Eva came into my life, I walked into hers, and slowly we’ve both changed. She’s slowly accepting the way I like things. And even though I no longer bring other women into our scenes, there’s still a lot of other things we have to enjoy. She loves when I take her the way I need. I degrade her, but I love her. She knows it and that’s the difference. She looks into my soul, into the depths of my depravity and she loves my monster that lurks beneath the surface. Something that no one ever has done before.

The door to the viewing room opens and the waiter sets the champagne on the table. Once we’re alone again, I turn to Eva. “I want you to experience anything you want in this lifestyle. I’m here as your protector, your partner, but most importantly, I’m your Dominant,” I utter, trailing my fingertips over her arms. The skin prickles with goosebumps at my touch which makes me smile. “I’m meant to push your limits. Those boundaries are meant to be shoved and broken. Each time we play a scene, I want it to be memorable. And I meant what I said, I will change for you. No more other women, unless you’re comfortable. But don’t doubt, I’ll degrade you in all the deliciously decadent ways, my Sweet Slut.”

I lean in, planting a soft kiss on her lips. They mold to mine in the most perfect way. She’s mine, I shouldn’t have walked away, but this time, she’s not going anywhere. Our tongues dance as I lick into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. A groan rumbles in my throat when she sucks on my tongue, like she would my cock, taunting me and I feel myself thicken, needy for her.

I’d love to shove her against the wall and take her, but soon we’ll have Carrick here and he’s the last person I want seeing Eva naked ever again. Pressing her against the wall with my body, I roll my hips, allowing her to feel my hardness. “This is what you always do to me. I want to fuck you right here, right now. I want to make you cry out as I violate your sweet tight cunt, but that will have to wait,” I tease, pulling away leaving her cheeks flushed, and her breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

“You’re insufferable.” Her retort only earns her a chuckle. She’s cute when she’s angry. I know I love her. This isn’t a passing faze, it’s real. I feel it down to my very soul. This woman is my forever, and I’ll make sure she knows it every day of her life.

When the door opens again, we’re met with Carrick. He glances between us, nodding at me, but his concentration is on Eva. On my woman.

“How are you, Eva?” he asks, ignoring me.

“I’m good,” she responds. Her gaze flitting between us. “You two need to stand down. This isn’t a pissing contest. And it’s definitely not a place to compare the size of your dicks.” My woman is feisty. Two completely dominant men and she’s telling us what to do.

“Sit,” I tell her, and she obeys. Not a moment too soon the door in the main room opens and her mother walks into the Chamber, along with a young man that can’t be more than twenty. It seems Marissa knows Oliver’s penchant for men. Which makes me wonder if she’s done her research on the room we’re using.

Even if she did, she wouldn’t know about the camera’s set up, filming both her confession, and her being used like a toy. She deserves everything Oliver is going to give her. And more. But for now, all we need is her giving us the truth about what she did with Eva’s inheritance.