night. Fuck, I woke up panting this morning, sweaty and tangled in my sheets. Flashes of Evangeline and Brayden. The three of us. I'd ordered Evangeline to spread her legs, then told Brayden to get on all fours and eat her out. Meanwhile, I was behind Brayden, ready to prepare him for me. Stretching him using my tongue and fingers, lastly taking his tight ass with my cock.
Inch. By. Inch.
"Yes, Sir," she whimpers. Right. Punishment .
She'll discover that I have a low tolerance for disobedience. My rewards for good behavior are generous; I never hesitate to spoil a sub. But my punishments are as generous in the opposite direction. A previous sub once blamed me because she had to throw out her mascara and buy a waterproof one. Tears are granted. Tears for all reasons.
I swallow and groan and nip at her jaw. The urge to kiss her is goddamn insane, but I don’t have the rules yet. I don’t know what's okay for me to do. If I'm going to scene with these two again, I need to find out as much as I can—in order to maximize the pleasure.
Thirty-four seconds.
When Evangeline tilts her head toward my mouth, I straighten a couple inches and stare down at her in question.
"It's okay—you're on our list," she blurts out. Fidgeting, fierce blushing, and stuttering follow. "All right, not so much a l-list as it's a Post-it note with y-your name on it, but…" A little squeak ends it all, and she buries her face in her hands.
Master Cooper on a Post-it, huh?
My shoulders begin to shake with silent laughter and I hug her to me, finding this young girl too fucking endearing for words. A damn Post-it . I snort a laugh.
"Adorable," I murmur, giving in to chuckles that I don’t bother to keep bottled up inside. Eleven seconds. I sigh and drop a kiss on the top of her head. "You will have to tell me more about this, ah, list of yours later." I tilt her chin up and kiss her nose, too, enjoying the blush still gracing her cheeks. "But our time is up for now. Did Tess warn you about Greg?"
She responds to my abrupt question with a swift nod . "Yes, Sir." The timer beeps, so I walk over to shut it off while Evangeline continues. "Tess told me he's pretty strict."
"Understatement." I smile wryly and hear Tess announcing from the living room that dinner's ready. Which means everyone will move into the dining room now. "Whatever you do, don’t let him find out about your interest in BDSM." My brother would fire her—simple as that. Now, I don’t know how important a babysitting job is to Evangeline, but I figure it's best to lay it out there.
"Yeah, Tess told me that, too." She grimaces a little. "Is he really that bad, though? I mean, I've only watched Abby for a few weeks, so I can't say I've run into Greg a lot, but still…he hasn't seemed that straightlaced. And Tess is so different."
"That’s probably why you were invited here today," I answer. "If Greg doesn’t know you very well yet, prepare to be questioned." My brother trusts Tess' s judgment enough for her to hire babysitters, tutors, and nannies, but he will still have the chance to veto. "Paint yourself as a churchgoer and he'll love you."
Being around my brothers sometimes makes me want to shock them out of their Armani suits. They pull off polite conversation about current events, the best school districts, and sports flawlessly, and…all I can think about is walking over to them and telling them what I did last night while they enjoyed a bottle of wine and a foreign film.
Evangeline giggles. "Actually, aside from being a submissive, I can't say I have anything inappropriate to dish out."
Good. That means dinner will probably be enlightening for me, too—in a way that I'll learn things about her that are true, as opposed to stories to appease Greg.
*
As it turns out, countless questions are thrown Evangeline's way throughout dinner. Had it not been for Tess and my parents occasionally telling Greg to slow down, I would've stepped in. Alas, Evangeline has found
Inch. By. Inch.
"Yes, Sir," she whimpers. Right. Punishment .
She'll discover that I have a low tolerance for disobedience. My rewards for good behavior are generous; I never hesitate to spoil a sub. But my punishments are as generous in the opposite direction. A previous sub once blamed me because she had to throw out her mascara and buy a waterproof one. Tears are granted. Tears for all reasons.
I swallow and groan and nip at her jaw. The urge to kiss her is goddamn insane, but I don’t have the rules yet. I don’t know what's okay for me to do. If I'm going to scene with these two again, I need to find out as much as I can—in order to maximize the pleasure.
Thirty-four seconds.
When Evangeline tilts her head toward my mouth, I straighten a couple inches and stare down at her in question.
"It's okay—you're on our list," she blurts out. Fidgeting, fierce blushing, and stuttering follow. "All right, not so much a l-list as it's a Post-it note with y-your name on it, but…" A little squeak ends it all, and she buries her face in her hands.
Master Cooper on a Post-it, huh?
My shoulders begin to shake with silent laughter and I hug her to me, finding this young girl too fucking endearing for words. A damn Post-it . I snort a laugh.
"Adorable," I murmur, giving in to chuckles that I don’t bother to keep bottled up inside. Eleven seconds. I sigh and drop a kiss on the top of her head. "You will have to tell me more about this, ah, list of yours later." I tilt her chin up and kiss her nose, too, enjoying the blush still gracing her cheeks. "But our time is up for now. Did Tess warn you about Greg?"
She responds to my abrupt question with a swift nod . "Yes, Sir." The timer beeps, so I walk over to shut it off while Evangeline continues. "Tess told me he's pretty strict."
"Understatement." I smile wryly and hear Tess announcing from the living room that dinner's ready. Which means everyone will move into the dining room now. "Whatever you do, don’t let him find out about your interest in BDSM." My brother would fire her—simple as that. Now, I don’t know how important a babysitting job is to Evangeline, but I figure it's best to lay it out there.
"Yeah, Tess told me that, too." She grimaces a little. "Is he really that bad, though? I mean, I've only watched Abby for a few weeks, so I can't say I've run into Greg a lot, but still…he hasn't seemed that straightlaced. And Tess is so different."
"That’s probably why you were invited here today," I answer. "If Greg doesn’t know you very well yet, prepare to be questioned." My brother trusts Tess' s judgment enough for her to hire babysitters, tutors, and nannies, but he will still have the chance to veto. "Paint yourself as a churchgoer and he'll love you."
Being around my brothers sometimes makes me want to shock them out of their Armani suits. They pull off polite conversation about current events, the best school districts, and sports flawlessly, and…all I can think about is walking over to them and telling them what I did last night while they enjoyed a bottle of wine and a foreign film.
Evangeline giggles. "Actually, aside from being a submissive, I can't say I have anything inappropriate to dish out."
Good. That means dinner will probably be enlightening for me, too—in a way that I'll learn things about her that are true, as opposed to stories to appease Greg.
*
As it turns out, countless questions are thrown Evangeline's way throughout dinner. Had it not been for Tess and my parents occasionally telling Greg to slow down, I would've stepped in. Alas, Evangeline has found
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