Dominating Vyolet Page 7

  When I felt her lips meet my shaft, I knew we were ready to play dangerously.

  8

  Vyolet

  I struggled against my binds again even though I knew it was an exercise in futility, but his organ was large and against my lips and I needed leverage to taste him properly.

  He maneuvered his hips above my face and I raised my mouth eagerly to take him as he instantly delved into my center.

  I moaned, his cock filling my mouth and twitched as he licked my throbbing button.

  His waist began to thrust rhythmically as he pumped himself in and out of me, causing me to gasp.

  Evan was so well endowed that even as he flowed into me, bucking gently while his tongue lapped at me, I was choking on him.

  Harder his licks grew, and a gentle humming met my ears.

  My body jerked slightly as he began to suck on me roughly but what came next caused me to scream out in pleasure.

  I was being penetrated with something as large as his shaft, hard and vibrating as his lips suctioned against my clitoris.

  I thrust upward in shock but suddenly I was being ravaged in three different directions, the sensations heightened tenfold because of my blindness.

  Every one of Evan’s movements became harder, faster and deeper, his unit stifling my choking cries as his member grew harder and ready to explode in the depth of my throat.

  My form seized into a frozen arch of ecstasy as I felt my climax building behind my belly button.

  Again I tried to scream out, but I could barely breathe between the shaft in my windpipe and the mounting orgasm.

  I exploded then, squirting violently against his mouth and the dildo, streams of hot nectar spilling over the white comforter and down my thighs.

  Abruptly, Evan withdrew from my mouth, the toy still inserted between my legs as if to coax every last drop from me.

  I felt him flip his body around and I groaned breathlessly, knowing that he was going to take me with wild fury.

  I was limp, weak and trembling but he was just beginning.

  The dildo slipped out, reverberating against my swollen lips.

  I jumped at the feeling, my body sensitive to the touch.

  My legs were lifted, and Evan wrapped my ankles around his head, his engorged unit but when he entered me, it was in a place he had never gone before.

  No one had.

  I howled at the size of him, feeling his thickness prod forth, my legs locking about his neck.

  The vibrator seemed to move faster and as he plunged into me, I was overwhelmed with a barrage of confusion.

  It hurt so wonderfully good and while I thought I wanted him to stop, I begged him to keep going.

  I was a sopping slip and slide and as I cried, bucking wildly beneath him, I felt another release building inside me.

  I was ready to cum again as he grunted loudly, gripping my hips with vice-like fingers and driving himself home.

  The pain and pleasure were such a bizarre fondue, but I could not get enough of what was happening. I felt like I was losing my mind, falling in and out of a surreal reality.

  I exploded, meeting his climax simultaneously and Evan spasmed inside me, muttering obscenities.

  It seemed as if we orgasmed for hours, neither one of us ready to part until we were spent to exhaustion.

  I dreaded the moment when he slid off me, the sex toy falling silent.

  I wondered if I would be able to look him in the eye after that and as he moved across the bed, I assumed to untie me, I tried to summon something clever to say but nothing sprung to mind.

  Swallowing, I sensed him lean over me and before I could say a word, he deposited a sweet kiss on my lips before removing the blindfold.

  “You are so beautiful, Vyolet,” he said, and I could hear the tenderness in his voice. The statement gave me shivers as I lay there, vulnerable and exposed.

  Never had I been taken in such a savagely delicious way. I had been helpless, defenseless and yet somehow, I managed to feel empowered by what had happened.

  Slowly, he removed the shade from my eyes and I blinked several times to adjust to the sudden light of the afternoon.

  Evan held my gaze steadily as he undid the knots above my head.

  His toned body was gleaming with sweat and I could see he was as exhausted as I felt.

  “Are you all right?” he asked finally, and I realized I hadn’t said a word since we had cum.

  I chuckled lightly, rubbing my wrists and nodding.

  “I think I am just trying to get my grip on reality,” I replied, my face flushing crimson as I sat up.

  I turned redder as I saw the dildo laying carelessly at the foot of the bed and shook my head.

  “I’ve never done that before,” I confessed in a voice just above a whisper and Evan smiled.

  “I am glad I get to introduce you to new things,” he told me. “I look forward to teaching you more.”

  He glanced at the black duffle bag he had produced from the closet and I was curious to know what else it held.

  Something told me that I was going to learn all its secrets.

  A shiver of pleasure shot through me and I realized in that moment that he might be as smitten with me as I had become with him.

  “Let me see,” he said, reaching for my tender arms. There were red welts and I knew there would be bruises in the morning but for once, I understood what Maya meant by “battle scars”.

  She would be so proud…if only I could tell her about this, I thought, giggling to myself.

  Of course I would do no such thing.

  He kissed the marks gently and clasped my small, graceful hands in his large ones, again giving me his deep stare as if he was reading into my soul.

  “Let’s go get Alex and go out for dinner,” he suggested, and I nodded, my heart fluttering still.

  “Okay,” I agreed but a shadow of doubt crossed my mind. “Actually, why don’t you pick her up and I’ll meet you somewhere for dinner. I haven’t been home in days and I need to get a few things.”

  He shrugged and nodded.

  “Sure.”

  The truth wasn’t that I was in a hurry to get home but since Maya’s visit the other week, I was feeling increasingly paranoid about our relationship.

  We hadn’t exactly been hiding it well, but I had felt better because we were in Oriental.

  The chances of running into one of my sisters was slim, Yvette chained to the office and Maya living in her commune outside of town.

  My parents were in Minnesott Beach so anyone who recognized me would not be apt to guess who Evan was unless they happened to know him from years ago.

  My security was tentative, but Maya’s words still hung heavily in the back of my mind.

  “This is no judgment on you but Vy, Evan Collier is only looking out for himself. You have to protect yourself…Vy, you’ve got a good heart and you’re a fixer by nature but not everyone can be fixed, and you are going to get hurt if you fall in too deep.”

  But what did Maya know? She thought she was an expert on men because she had such a wildly free view on life.

  She doesn’t know Evan. How can she make judgments about the man?

  I worried that Maya might do something to ruin my delicate happiness. I couldn’t reconcile that she would tell my parents, even though she obviously disapproved, she might tell Yvette and who knew what she might do?

  You’re a grown woman, I thought angrily. You don’t have to justify your romantic interests to your parents.

  But I knew it was much deeper than that. My dad would feel betrayed by both of us. He might be able to forgive Maya for such an indiscretion but me? No way.

  I was the good one. I didn’t pursue older men and involve myself in bondage.

  “You look very far away,” Evan told me, and I realized I remained in place, staring off into nothingness, as my mind raced in endless circles.

  “I was just thinking about how much that teddy cost,” I joked, eyeing the tatters strewn
across the floor.

  Evan laughed.

  “I will buy you a hundred more,” he promised. “But I will probably rip them all clean from your body too.”

  “Sounds like a good deal,” I replied, rising from the bed.

  “Where should we meet?” I asked, reaching into the drawer I had claimed as my own. Inside was a couple changes of clothes and some socks.

  It gave me a rush to know that he had suggested I keep a drawer in the armoire.

  He’s going to change his mind. He’s not going back to Washington after all. I knew it!

  I tried not to get too excited by the prospect, but I couldn’t help it.

  Never had there been a man who had affected me as much as Evan Collier. Of course I wanted to relish the feeling if I could, even though there was no hope for our future together.

  Well you’ve pulled it off this long, I reminded myself. Maybe we could move to Whortonsville or Ashwood, put a little more distance between us and my parents but the commute wouldn’t be terrible to school. It’s something to think about.

  “I’ll ask Alex,” Evan replied. “And text you when we’re leaving your parents’ place.”

  “Sounds good,” I replied, slipping on a pair of Lulu Lemon track pants and a t-shirt.

  I hurried over to give Evan a kiss.

  “See you in about an hour?” I asked.

  “Hopefully less. That will depend on what kind of craziness your mother had Alex into today.”

  I giggled, imagining what fun my mom was having with the six-year-old.

  Poor mom. She wants grandkids so bad and all of us have been such a disappointment to her.

  I paused to gaze at Evan, biting on my lower lip.

  I wonder how he feels about children.

  I spun to hurry out of the apartment before he could see the beet red of my face and demand to know what I was thinking.

  But as I left the unit, I had my first genuine doubts about Evan.

  He’s never been married, has no children, I thought as I waited for the elevator. That is obviously by design, not bad luck. What if he has no interest in marriage or kids? Would you still pursue a relationship with him?

  I almost laughed in my own face as the doors slid open and I stepped onto the lift.

  How are you going to marry a guy and have his kids if your family can never know about him? I asked myself, shaking my head.

  The question filled me with an unsurmountable sickness and suddenly I wondered if I had made a bigger mistake than I had originally thought.

  Before it had been an attraction, a taboo game.

  But now it was different.

  I was in love with Evan.

  By the time the car landed at lobby level, my heart was in my stomach.

  I had to end whatever it was we were doing before it went an inch further. There was already going to be heartbreak. Time would only make it worse.

  I was already lying to my sister, avoiding my parents. How many other lies would be told over the course of our relationship?

  Sadly, I gulped back the lump in my throat and staggered toward my Mazda 6.

  I had to end things with Evan.

  I would do it that night.

  9

  Evan

  As I got in my newly purchased Mustang, I was feeling confident about where I was headed.

  And I didn’t mean to Minnesott Beach to pick up my niece; I mean in the sense that I finally had a direction.

  I was going to stay in North Carolina.

  I suppose the minute I had paid cash for the car at the dealership a week earlier, I had probably known but I had denied my feelings for too long.

  Vyolet Viera had woken something in me that I never realized existed and I would be a fool to let her go.

  She was everything I had ever wanted in a woman, something I never knew could exist in one person.

  Every minute I spent with her I knew I was growing more infatuated with her, but that afternoon had sealed the deal.

  She is open to exploring and she still looks at me with those big blue eyes. I want to keep her safe. I want to protect her from everything…and possess her in the most dominating way.

  Vyolet had become indispensable to me and Alex.

  I’m telling her tonight that I’m staying…and that I want her to move in with us.

  I knew that there was going to be a lot to overcome but we would get there.

  I hoped Oscar would forgive me, but we would keep our relationship quiet until the time came.

  It had worked for us thus far; maybe we had a little bit more time to bask the sanctuary of our secret.

  A twinge of guilt swept through me as I drove up the circle roundabout in front of the ranch-style house, knowing that Oscar and Amelia would be appalled.

  Especially after everything they’ve done for me since Jocelyn died, I thought, frowning slightly.

  I sat in my car for a long while, pondering my dilemma.

  Maybe I was being too rash. After all, maybe Vyolet had only entertained our trysts because she believed I was leaving.

  Perhaps staying would only create friction.

  The uncertainty came creeping back into my body as I slowly opened the car door and made my way to the front door.

  I didn’t bother to ring the bell, knowing that Amelia might be in the yard with Alex.

  I’m even at the point where I can just walk into the house. God, I can’t tell them about us. It will devastate them. Oscar will kill me.

  “Hello?” I called out, not hearing any voices as I made my way through the house toward the kitchen.

  I reasoned they were in the back.

  Suddenly I heard Amelia call out to me.

  “Evan!”

  I whirled and saw her coming toward me. There was something different about her and I peered at her closely, wondering what it was.

  “Where is Alex?” I asked, looking behind her but I didn’t see my niece.

  “She’s watching Beauty and the Beast. I just put it on for her,” Amelia replied, and I suddenly realized what was amiss; she wasn’t smiling.

  “Oh,” I said uncertainly. “I hate to interrupt her but it’s almost dinnertime.”

  “Come and sit down in the kitchen with me for a few minutes. I put the movie on, so we have some time to chat,” she told me, and a stab of apprehension pierced my gut.

  “All right,” I replied slowly. “Sure.”

  I offered her a quick smile, but she didn’t return my beam.

  This isn’t good, I decided, swallowing the lump of worry which had formed in my throat.

  I sat at the round kitchen table as she pretended to busy herself at the coffee maker, but it was obvious she was trying to gather her thoughts together.

  “Thanks for watching Alex today,” I volunteered, hoping to lighten the atmosphere. “I didn’t realize that today was a teacher prep day.”

  “No?” Amelia replied, and I heard the sharpness in her tone. “I would have thought that Vyolet would have told you.”

  “I guess she forgot,” I said and suddenly I felt like a schoolboy being reprimanded by the principal.

  “Odd,” my best friend’s wife bit back. “I hear you and Vyolet spend a lot of time together these days.”

  I felt my eyes narrow slightly.

  Who would have told her? Did someone see us in Oriental? Just deny it until you and Vyolet agree to go public…if it ever comes to that.

  “Why, yes,” I answered slowly. “She’s Alex’s teacher and if I remember correctly, Amelia, it was you who gave her my cell number. She’s been a huge help since I’ve been back with Alex and apartment hunting.”

  Amelia stalked toward the table, her green eyes flashing with anger.

  “Do you play me for an idiot?” she hissed. “If you are having some sort of midlife crisis, Evan, leave my daughter out of it. I’m sure there are lots of women in Seattle who would fall into that kind of thing, but this is a quiet town. What you’re doing is scandalous and will hurt all
of us!”

  I was taken aback by her outburst.

  “Amy, I don’t know what you’re thinking – ”

  “Are you going to deny that Vyolet stays at your house every night since you moved to Oriental? Is that why you moved there? To be close to my twenty-five-year-old daughter?”

  I was at a loss for words.

  Did Vyolet tell her mother about us? She wouldn’t blindside me like this, would she?

  And then the answer became blindingly clear.

  Alexa.

  Out of the mouth of babes…

  “Amelia, it didn’t happen like that,” I told her softly. “What happened with Vyolet and I…”

  She glared at me, her face white with anger.

  “I don’t expect you to understand,” I said quietly. “But it is not as sordid as you’re making it out to be.”

  Amelia scoffed, folding her arms over her chest.

  “You really have been out of Minnesott Beach too long, haven’t you? Vyolet is a school teacher, Evan, a girl twenty year your junior! This is not some big city where that will be easily dismissed. People will talk. Her career will be ruined not to mention what Oscar will do to you when he finds out about this. Did you think about anything but what’s going on in your pants?”

  I was offended by the implication, but I dared not bark back at her. She was rightfully furious.

  “It’s not like that,” I mumbled again. “Vyolet is a grown woman – ”

  “Don’t you dare tell me about my daughter!” Amelia spat. “I know how noble and good Vyolet is and always has been. You’re about to walk into her life and ruin everything she’s worked so hard for because you’re trying to reclaim your youth or having a difficult time coping with Jocelyn’s death. Or maybe you’re looking for a nanny for Alex. Well I won’t have it!”

  I gaped at her, unsure whether I should laugh or shout.

  But suddenly, her words, her concerns hit me like a ton of bricks.

  Is that what this is? Some way of coping because of Jocelyn? A midlife crisis?

  I couldn’t believe any of that was true but as I stared at Amelia, the blood drained from my face.

  She was right. The town would never forgive the scandal of a young school teacher shacking up with an older man, her father’s best friend no less.