Evelyn’s cheeks coloured as he had known they would as she slowly started to undo her jeans. She was already hot for him. He’d brought her into her domain and her petty grievances seemed to have flown out of the window. Did she really think she could walk away from all of this? From him?
When she removed the jeans and kicked them away from her body, her green eyes sparkled with excitement that she could never hide from him.
“Now your t-shirt.”
She exposed her body inch by inch like she knew what she was doing to him. Maybe she did. Maybe she knew he’d had her followed for days. Maybe she knew that the only reason he had messaged her to get into his car was that he couldn’t stand to see her with another man. She was not free to meet o
This was torture. Evelyn’s body was so wound up that she knew the slightest movement would send her over the edge.Roman had kept her like this for hours. Hours of this exquisite torture.She was sweaty and had his cum all over her body because Roman hadn’t held himself back like he was forcing her to do. With the blindfold on, every other sense was heightened. She had felt his every tremble, heard his every grunt, groan and moan, and felt him throbbing every time he had spilt his seed.And yet here she was, still stuck in this zone, aching to fall over that cliff.He had given her some breaks between each scene, but that had done nothing to alleviate the throbbing in her body. An
Evelyn squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears again as he walked out of the playroom. There would be enough time after he was gone to do that.Coming out of this contract would be harder than she thought, but she would find a way. She had grown up on a rough estate and knew how to take care of herself. Being with Roman had changed her, but if she wanted to come out of this somewhat intact, she knew she had to squash her feelings for him.Roman dealt with facts and figures, not emotions. She had to remember that.Blurting out that she was leaving when she had no idea how she would do it hadn’t been a good idea. First, she had to fix things for her parents before she tried anything.With a sigh, she drag
Roman paused outside the house for a moment after he closed the door.Why did he feel like this was the last time he would see Evelyn?He’d thought they had come to an understanding after last night. Evelyn had been...He closed his eyes and fought the hardening of his body. Even after showering, he could still feel her, and he could still hear her cries. She was exquisite. Her smell, the taste of her, everything.They wouldn't reach those heights if Evelyn didn’t completely trust him to take care of her during and after. He supposed the romantics would claim she was made for him. Made to please him. Made for him to do every single deviant thing he wanted to her body.
Roman was long gone when Eve made her way to the hot tub on the deck at the back of the house. The weather was perfect for being outdoors for a change. A long soak was what she needed to relieve her aching muscles, and there was no better place to do that than the backyard. The view was so green and untouched that it was hard to believe she was on the outskirts of London.She used to sit here and pretend Roman had taken her to some romantic island for a weekend getaway, but holidays weren’t part of the contract. That was something someone did with a wife or girlfriend.She put the tray with her bottle of wine, snacks and phone on the side and then slowly lowered herself into the bubbling water. It was still early, not even noon yet, so it was probably too early for the wine. And crisps and cookies weren’t prop
Roman braced himself as the gates to his father’s property opened. This wasn’t the house he had been raised in. This monstrosity was a status symbol acquired at the insistence of his father’s latest wife.He drove past the manicured gardens to park in front of the house and then sighed as he got out of his car. It was his fault. If he had come for breakfast instead of lunch, he would have avoided this.He reached into the car and grabbed the box of imported cigars on the passenger seat. He never bought anything for his dad’s wife, though he had never been questioned about it. Not that his opinions about his father’s wives had ever made a difference or counted for anything.The house was quiet, as it usually was when Esther Ashfield wasn&rs
It was Friday.Evelyn was fuming as she sat in the sitting room, watching as the clock slowly inched its way to seven o’clock.Roman had left her stranded here when he knew bloody well that it was a nightmare to find on a map. She had given him the benefit of a doubt because maybe for a change he'd experienced the same problems the rest of the mere mortals like herself faced when businesses closed for the weekend. Maybe he’d had to wait for the towing company to open back up for business.But now it was bloody Friday.A whole week had gone by since the day he picked her up in town and then used her body’s responses to him to show her he was the boss.
Roman picked his napkin up and dabbed at his mouth.Was this the game they were playing? He had expected those words at some point but he knew why she was saying them now.This was how his little Evelyn was going to try to get out of her contract.“Is that so?” he asked and then sipped his wine.“And that’s it? You don’t have anything to say to me?”What could he say? Only weeks ago he’d struggled with the idea of having to let her go once she voiced what was so clear in her eyes every time he visited her. But now? She had given him a reason to ignore her words the moment she had tried to run away from him. He
Evelyn was shaky as she pulled a chair out and carefully lowered herself onto it. She heard the front door close and felt her tears start to sting her eyes but she blinked them back.She had done it again.She’d given in without much of a fight and let him use her body as he always did. She’d wanted him to do it. How could she have reacted so strongly to him when she had been so angry with him? What was that? It had been almost violent, nothing at all like how it usually was between them, even the times she wanted it a little rough. It had been terrifying how she had gone from one strong emotion to another so seamlessly until she had been unable to distinguish between love and hate. Because she was sure she felt a little bit of that for him now.A little bi