His eyes dropped to her mouth, he seemed to sway toward her, she held her breath as a curl fluttered in her belly, but his eyes cut back to hers and he growled, “I need you to sway my world right about now, Angie.”
In his safe place.
Where he could be who he was and show it without holding anything back (or, at least, without holding everything back).
But he’d called her Angie.
And that worked for her.
“Okay, baby,” she whispered, “I’ll sway your world.”
His eyes dropped again to her lips but only briefly before they returned to hers.
It was time to take him to his safe place.
“I’m hoping I’ve taught you that good things come to those who wait so we’ll see how well you can wait. I want you to turn off the TV. Then I want you naked, Branch, standing by my side of the couch. I feel like reading and having a few glasses of wine tonight, handsome. But I’m sure there’ll be the occasion where I’ll also want to look at that lovely cock of yours, touch it, kiss it, suck it, your balls too. So position for me, legs slightly apart, so I can also get to your ass if I want to, hands linked behind your head. I want you hard when I return. I’m going to clear up the kitchen now, but before I go, I need to know, is all that understood?”
She knew it was by the heat he wasn’t quite hiding building in his eyes.
But he answered anyway, “Yes, ma’am.”
She gave him a smile.
She wanted to give him something else. At least a small peck on the lips.
Instead, she let him go and moved back, ordering, “Please don’t delay, Branch. I’ll be watching you preparing for me from the kitchen.”
She got out of the couch and so did he.
She went to the kitchen and tidied.
She also watched.
And she let her mind filter over what had just happened.
You skipped down them this morning … Don’t do that again.
He cared.
He cared about her.
He cared she was safe. He cared she looked out for herself. He cared enough not just to chat with her about skipping down the stairs but that and the alarm, locks, motion sensor lights … and not hiding who he was. Making sure she knew, perhaps not in a thorough way where he’d laid his heart bare and shared every second of his history, but he still gave her what she needed to understand who she’d let in her bed.
After Kevin, it was a gift.
Branch being Branch, Evangeline knew just how precious that gift was.
And it gave her hope. Much more than his texting her after he’d done as she’d instructed. Much more than him showing at her house to make dinner and enduring his discomfort at being in a situation he found awkward so he could be with her.
Yes, much more.
Much, much more.
She was terrified she was all kinds of stupid to feel it.
But even if she put all she had into it, she couldn’t stop it.
* * *
Later that night, after arming the alarm (she’d had to look up the code, that was how long it had been since she’d used it), Evangeline walked up the steps, turned at the landing, and her eyes hit Branch as she’d left him.
Tied down, hips on his bolster, as she’d had him last night and as she’d left him half an hour ago.
Her clit quivered, her nipples hardened and her lips curled in a smile as she approached the bed, seeing his beautiful cock hard and resting against the cotton, his balls drawn up tight, and some lovely, fading pink marks on his ass and thighs where her switch had bitten into him that morning.
She wasn’t surprised that even with the time she’d been away he was still hard. From the time she went to the couch with her book and a refreshed glass of wine, to the time she tied him to the bed, he’d stood beside her, hands linked behind his head, and she’d read (not really taking anything in because she had a tall, handsome man with a big, beautiful, hard cock standing beside her) and sipped her wine.
And played.
It wasn’t relentless.
It was a delicious realization that he was also the kind of sub who liked that kind of play because the longer it lasted, the harder he got, the bigger reaction she’d get when she eventually touched him, to the point the last several times he couldn’t hold back his groans.
And right then, as sheer the perfection was that he was, she approached the bed carrying the things that would complete that to finish preparing him so they could go to sleep.
She touched a hand to the back of his ankle and her grin got bigger when she saw the bunched muscles of his calf and the sinews at the back of his thigh clench.
A light touch and he was reacting like that.
Her big boy was ready for her to get serious.
Climbing into bed on her knees, she ran her hand up his calf, his thigh, to his hip and she set aside what she’d brought with her.
“I want a day, Branch,” she whispered, lighting her hand on the back of his other knee and gliding it up his thigh, “where I tie you down like this for me and you stay positioned for me all day. Whenever I fancy, I can come up, play with your balls, stroke your cock, spank you, eat you, fill your ass, fuck it.”
She planted both hands in his ass and massaged the cheeks deep with her thumbs, hearing his grunt of pleasured pain as she pressed into the strips from his switch, and feeling that noise in her pussy.
“Maybe harnessed.” She slid one hand down and stroked his sac and watched his ass jump at the touch.
Yes.
Sheer perfection.
“Balls and jaw,” she kept at him. “Force your head back. Make you stay arched for me for hours.”
“Pick the day,” he grunted as she lifted her hand back to his ass and kept massaging, “I’m here.”
More from Branch.
She took it.
“So good,” she murmured, digging her thumbs in and widening the space she attended, massaging his ass, his upper hips, the muscles beside his spine at his lower back, then she came back down and spread him open hard.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
“Have I swayed your world tonight, Branch?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he bit off.
“I’m not done.”
“Fucking great,” he muttered, sounding like he meant it but was still bracing for it.
She loved that about him.
Fucking loved it.
She let him go and tucked the two washcloths she’d brought under the bolster because he wasn’t moving tonight but her big boy could shoot a load and she’d already changed the sheets that day, she didn’t feel like doing it again or having his cum seep into the mattress pad so she’d have to wash that too.
Then she squeezed a liberal dose from the tube she’d brought on her fore and middle fingers and trailed it up his crease, not hesitating when she’d reached her destination to dive both right in.
The headboard swayed as his hands wrapped around his ties jerked it and his head shot back.
Oh yes, she was going to harness that jaw and make him stay arched for her.
God.
Gorgeous.
“Feel good?” she asked unnecessarily.
“Fuck yes,” he puffed out.
She fucked him with her fingers and watched his entire body strain against his bindings, taking it and liking it.
“God, I could watch you take a fucking for hours,” she whispered reverently.
“Then do it,” he challenged, but his voice was gruff.
“We’ll find that time, baby, I promise,” she whispered, withdrawing her fingers, and he expelled a breath that sounded very nice, but also disappointed.
Yes, he’d liked it.
She took up his jewel, used a hand to spread one side open and put the tip of the plug to his ass.
“You’re missing something, handsome.”
“Yeah I am,” he grunted.
“You want it back?”
“Fuck yes.”
God.
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She loved that too.
“You want to be filled with me?”
“Fuck yes.”
Loved it.
“Ask for your jewel, Branch.”
“Plug me, Evangeline, fill me with you. Give me my jewel. Ma’am, please.”
She slid it slowly inside, watching his ass tip up to help and his head arch back as it opened him, and when he closed around it his face dropped to the pillows and he pushed out another breath.
She took in his ass filled with her.
Yes.
Now he was utter perfection.
“Now, I want my show,” she whispered, wrapping her hand around his rock-hard dick. “Take yourself there, Branch. Flaunt my jewel for me. Show me how beautiful it is, what’s mine. And come whenever you’re ready.”
He said nothing.
But he did as told.
And watching him fuck her fist tied to her bed with her jewel winking from his ass, she wished she hadn’t decided that she too was going to wait for her own climax so when the time came to rock his world, she could rock both their worlds.
When he finally blew, it might not have been as outstanding as the first two orgasms she’d given him, but it was still magnificent.
And that was the point. When the real goodness came, he needed to be ready.
Anyway, she couldn’t force that out of him each time or he’d eventually not have the strength to function and that’d be no good at all.
She milked him dry, gently withdrew her hand and folded the cloths over on each other, pulling them away.
She then put her hands to his ass, one thumb to his plug, and kissed the small of his back, pressing in lightly with her thumb, and said there, “You sleep with my jewel, baby.”
“Fuck yeah, Angie.”
She grinned against his skin.
He liked her inside.
And she loved that too.
She made short work of preparing for bed.
And joining Branch there.
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BRANCH
“Good?”
“Fuck yes.”
“More?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Take it, baby.”
“Give it, Angie.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She did, with him untied, cheek in the pillows, knees slightly pulled up, as he’d been ordered, she took his ass with his plug while he stayed in position to take it, unmoving, as he’d also been ordered.
“My cock needs you, Angie,” he grunted.
“Hmm.”
“Please, ma’am.”
“So sweet.”
She went faster.
He pushed his palms into the mattress as his head tilted back.
The tip of the wide plug slammed right where he needed it again and again and shit, fuck, he was gonna blow.
“Ma’am.”
“You like to get fucked, don’t you, Branch?”
“Fuckin’ love it how you do it, Angie.”
“Take more.”
“Let me jack my cock.”
“Not yet.”
“Fuck,” he hissed.
She kept at him and, without his permission, or hers, his hand shot out, bracing against the headboard, and when it did, she demanded, “Up on your knees, hands behind your head.”
He came up on his knees, feeling the plug sink into place, and she was behind him, one hand cupping his balls, the other hand wrapped around his cock and pumping, and he linked his hands behind his head.
“Let go,” she whispered.
He did, thrusting into her hand.
“Need to come,” he grunted.
“Do it,” she whispered.
He arched, she pumped, squeezed, and he shot across the towel she’d slid under him when she’d positioned him.
His body jerked, his cock thrust through her fist, and he kept jetting across the towel until the orgasm shifted to shudders and he fell forward on the bed.
She kept hold and went with him, neither hand moving, just holding him warm and sweet, like her body was curled over him, tits pressed to his back.
Warm and sweet.
“I hadn’t meant to let you come, hoping to get you primed for later, but you’re just so pretty when you blow, baby,” she whispered against his skin. Her tone moved from awed to amused when she went on, “Good I had foresight just in case to lay that towel. After witnessing that, I’m not in the mood for more laundry.”
Shit, he hadn’t told her later would be later because he had to work for Aryas that night.
Now was not that time.
Now was the time to feel fucking great after she’d worked him, get his wits together and allow himself a moment to feel her, warm and sweet, all around him, her hold claiming on his junk, so he could pretend for a time he was the man who could give it to her in a real way and then take out that memory later, when he needed it, having it forever.
Eventually, he murmured, “Need to see to you, Angie.”
“I want you primed, Branch, but I want to be primed too, and if you keep giving me this goodness, when I let you give me the goodness, I might pass out from my orgasm.”
Fuck, he couldn’t wait to see that.
“I’ll be there to revive you.”
“Yes, you will,” she whispered, kissing his back.
Branch closed his eyes.
Evangeline laid her cheek to his skin. “As much as I’d like to stay here like this with you forever, I probably should go get ready to sell some houses.”
“Yeah,” he muttered and didn’t hide, like she didn’t, that he didn’t much like agreeing.
He lifted up and she went with him, her hands leaving his groin so she could wrap her arms around his middle.
He stilled.
She rubbed her face in his back.
He closed his eyes again and memorized all of that too.
“Okay,” she gave him a squeeze. “We should probably get out of bed now.”
Branch took her hand, moved out of in front of her, turned and swept her with an arm before rolling out of bed.
He set her on her feet in front of him, her hands now on his chest, her head tipped back, the dawning sun no match to her dazzling smile that felt like it lit the dusky room.
“Now that’s the way a woman wants to be pulled out of bed every morning,” she said through her smile.
“So noted. Shower?” he asked.
She leaned into him, pressing her breasts to her forearms against his chest.
“Definitely.”
She whooped as he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the shower.
And hearing it, having her where she was, he almost smiled.
Almost.
* * *
“That’s not good news,” Evangeline said.
No, it fucking wasn’t.
They were in her kitchen. She was putzing around. He thought it was cute. And she’d just pushed a travel mug of coffee in his hand because he was dressed, had her lipstick around his cock, her jewel still up his ass, and he was about to walk out the door.
But he’d told her tonight was out because he had work.
“I’d say I’d come to you when I’m done but I won’t be done until at least four, four thirty.”
She stopped what she was doing and looked to him, her eyes big.
“Yowza.”
Fucking Evangeline.
No end to the cute.
He ignored that and carried on.
“I don’t want you to have that hassle. I’ll go home and sleep it off and see you tomorrow.”
“You can sleep it off here.”
“Come again?”
She shook her head and he felt it in his gut with how she looked away and mumbled, “Nothing.” She raised her voice and went back to pouring milk into instant oatmeal as she said, “Work is work, Branch. I get it. A lot of the time I have to work nights and weekends too.” She put the milk aside and turned to him with a small grin.
“More time to get primed.”
He wasn’t feeling like her change in subject.
“You want me to sleep it off here?”
The grin faded and she shook her head. “After working all night, you don’t want to sleep tied to a bed, not that that was what I meant,” she said the last hurriedly. “You could just sleep. After working that late, you’ll need to get rested. Just that, well, it just came out. I mean, you probably have a nice house and a nice bed and—”
“My condo’s a dump and my bed is lumpy.”
She said nothing and just stared at him.
“Except for when I show, will you even be here?” he asked. “You’ll have to get to work and I’ll still be wanting some shut-eye.”
“It just came out, Branch. I wasn’t thinking.”
“I’ll show and you won’t work me. Just crawl into bed with you and sleep here?” he pushed.
“I know what this is,” she whispered suddenly, looking like he’d never seen her look.
Miserable.
“Don’t worry,” she continued. “I know what this is. Aryas made that clear. But while I have you…” she trailed off, shook her head. “I just like you around and I didn’t think. Just let the words come out.”
Branch stood there, feeling too much, and stared at her.
But in all the too much he was feeling, the thing he felt the most was hating like fuck that look on her face.
She tried to force it off with a smile but he knew her smile. It was burned into his soul.
And the one she was giving him was fake.
“Tomorrow, after dinner, I’ll introduce you to my playroom.”
“I like that you like me around.”
Yup.
He’d just said that.
Fuck.
Something like wonder filled her face.
Fuck.