evan

I sat at the computer and started my BDSM research in earnest. I learned three things: I still very much like the idea of wielding the power, I do seem to have an inclination toward the opposite in spite of myself, and there are some things on the internet that you simply cannot unsee.

I've learned that I'd rather wait for you than be with any other woman when you're all I can think about.

How bad will it hurt?" I ask suddenly as Cain pulls the car onto the road to head back to my house. "How bad will what hurt?" "The spankings, the torture, all the ways you want to punish me." "I'm not a sadist, Evan. I don't get off on hurting women.""So it won't hurt?""Oh, it will, but you'll love the way it hurts," he says, and as his words fall upon my ears in a harmony of exhilaration and foreboding, I think I'm beginning to understand.

Evan Lucien, if it is my last act upon this Earth," he says, his eyes intense and shadowed in the lantern light, "I will make you come.

Little girl," Cain begins, moving in close and speaking deliberately. "I know exactly what I want, but as long as you insist on continuing this charade, I will not claim you as mine again until you beg to hear those words from me." I stare at him, stunned at how the same cocksure attitude that floods my mind with contempt floods my body with excitement as he leans back, a satisfied smirk on his face. "I don't beg," I hiss."Not yet," is all he says.

You take pleasure in my disregard for her because in your fantasies, you're different - superior and singular in my eyes. You are, Evan, all of those things, and deep down, you want what I'm offering. You want to be dominated, guided, cherished.

This dress is what I want to see on you tomorrow evening and what I want to take off you tomorrow night," he whispers.

You want fucked?

I felt sorry for her, baby, guilty and responsible. That's all it was. Once she started talking about you, I could have thrown her off the deck with no remorse. I know there are no words that can take away what you saw, just please say you understand. Liz is nothing to me, Evan, but you...you're everything.

When it comes to you, against my better judgment and my will, I find myself promising things I never thought I could promise anyone.

That man has something fucked up on his mind.

We'll worry about cock holding later.

Tease me like that again, and I'll put you over my knee," Cain threatens, and my poor impulse control kicks into overdrive."I'm not teasing.

I don't think I blushed once in my entire life before I met you," I say."There will be a lot of things your body never did before you met me," he brags unabashedly.

Can I speak to Sayvyer, please?___ou__e looking for the savior? At 1:15 a.m.?___o. her name__ Sayvyer.___here__ no savior here. Especially not at 1:15 a.m.

You focus on a single star,_ I explained, as I searched for my spot. __hen you spin around, staring at that one star, until you can__ stand anymore._ I started spinning to demonstrate. __hen you lie down to watch the stars spinning above you while your star remains still.

You focus on a singer star,_ I explained, as I searched for my spot. __hen you spin around, staring at that one star, until you can__ stand anymore._ I started spinning to demonstrate. __hen you lie down to watch the stars spinning above you while your star remains still.