Twisted Tides (Forged Hearts #2)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

JAMESON

“Come Undone” by Bad Omens

I drive back over to Eduardo’s club and park out back. I open the back door and run up the stairs that lead to his office. I see Gus walking out and he eyes me suspiciously.

“Everything okay?”

I smile. “Yes. Is Eduardo in there? I have to ask him something, but it’s of a personal nature.”

He nods. “Sure thing. Just knock per usual. You know he doesn’t usually lock his door. No one would be stupid enough to go in there.”

Not that they’d live to tell about it. I think of that psychopath, Cherry, and shudder.

“Got it.” I thank him and run off.

I knock on the door and Eduardo’s voice gives me a resounding, “Enter.” He looks up from his computer as I walk in. His expression turns to worry and I put my hand up.

“It’s nothing, I just want a personal favor for Evie.”

One eyebrow lifts up, and I wonder if he realizes that he does that so well. It’s almost comical.

He sits back in his chair and steeples his fingers together. “Go on. What is it?”

Taking a breath before I ask, “Now, I hate to ask this, but I think it could really benefit Evie, and if I am being totally honest, it would help me a whole lot, too.”

He just stares at me, waiting it out to see where I am going with this.

“I was hoping to borrow some supplies from the club next door,” I get out all in one breath.

He tilts his head to the side. “My sex club?” I nod. A smile spreads across his face. “And why is that, James?”

“Just call it therapy,” I counter.

He laughs. “Sure. I’ll let them know that you are going in and will ‘borrow’ some items.” He emphasizes the word borrow in air quotes. “Just make sure that you return them and disinfect them before we also disinfect them. Okay?”

I’m already heading to the door. As I open it, I give him a thumbs-up, and I can hear him laugh as I close the door behind me.

I enter the club with a mask on, disguising my face much like I did when I first met Eve here. Wow. To think so much has changed since then.

I approach the hostess station, scan my card, and let them know that I am here to borrow a few things. She seems skeptical, but after a quick call to her boss, I am escorted to one of the rooms where I pick a few items out that she helps to place in a garment-like bag. Once it is zipped up and discreetly hidden away from prying eyes, I leave the club through the back entrance and tuck the items in the back seat of the pickup and leave in a hurry to start my first session with my willing girlfriend.

I don’t really have an idea if this will work, but I have to give it a chance. I want Evie to trust me while simultaneously helping her overcome her fears. We have made such good progress, but I want to be able to do more. Although she may not ever fully recover from her trauma and hold onto tidbits of that memory and fear, I can help her overcome the part that affects us and our relationship.

As I contemplate all the therapy sessions we will have tonight, I barely register pulling into the parking lot. I grab the bag out of the back seat and run up the stairs, taking them two at a time. I unlock the door with the key that Evie gave me before I left and place it back on the foyer table, calling out to her as I make my way into her bedroom. “Evie? I’m back.”

“In here,” she says.

She is towel drying her hair and rubs some products into it that smell like lavender and other botanicals. She tosses the towel to hang over the hook behind the door as I place the garment bag on her bed. As I fully unzip the bag for her, she looks at each item I have, receiving an eyeful of the toys I intend to pleasure her with.

Before she can ask, I let her know my plan. I walk over to her and take her hands in mine. “Remember when we met at the club that night for the first time?”

She smiles mischievously at the recollection of the events that unfolded that night, and I know exactly what part she is remembering.

“Of course.”

I smile in return. “Well, I stopped by the club earlier and thought maybe we could create some more memories in the safety of your bedroom.”

Her smile increases. “I like that plan. What do I get to use on you? Do you have a certain thing in mind?”

“I do,” I reply. “I want for you to have an open mind.”

She eyes me suspiciously and I can’t help but encourage her. “Do you trust me?”

“You know I do.”

But I can tell her hackles are raised and she is hesitant to learn of what I have planned because she is right. It is something to be concerned about, and I just hope that I am not making a colossal mistake and taking her too far out of her comfort zone.

I remove the first item from the bag—a pole with a leather padded attachment called a flogger. I place it on the bed, and I see her stare at it. I bring the next item out of the bag—a silk scarf. That is obvious, but the last one causes her to shuffle backward.

I remove the leather restraints from the bag and place the four items together on the duvet. Lastly, a pole is placed with the cuffs. “It’s a spreader. It keeps your legs apart.”

She looks at the items and then at me. “I don’t understand.”

“I think you do,” I counter.

I approach her, and her body stiffens. I bring her closer to me. My hand is on her waist, and I look down into her eyes. They seem guarded, and they should be because we are going to test some limits, and I want her to get past this fear. If I can help her, maybe she can heal and learn to trust me as her partner and lover.

I run my hand down her cheek, and she leans into my touch. She stares up at me. I bring my lips to her and kiss her softly. “You know that I won’t hurt you, right, Eve?” She nods, but doesn’t speak. “We can stop at any time if you are uncomfortable. You know that too, right?”

She nods again. “Do I need a safe word, Jameson?”

I kiss her lips and trail kisses down her chin and neck. I pepper light kisses along her chest as she tosses her head to the side, granting me more access to the place she wants me to move. I oblige and then answer her.

“No. No safe word, baby. You just tell me to stop and I will. That’s all it will take.”

She smiles. “Okay. I want to try it for you.”

I grab her hands and place them above her head. She keeps them up as I pull her tank top off her body and throw it over her head. I kneel at her feet and look up at her, bringing her sleep shorts and panties down her legs as she steps out of them. I toss them behind me and place a wet kiss on her pussy, swiping my tongue through her folds. She stares down at me with a hooded gaze. I stand up and point at the bed.

“Lay on your back in the middle of the bed, baby.”

She quickly turns around and jumps on the bed, eager to follow directions. I strip all my clothes off agonizingly slowly, even though I want to peel them as soon as I can from my body so I can bury myself in her tight cunt.

I groan at the thought and palm my dick to stifle the ache that is building at the idea of her wet heat engulfing my cock. A bead of precum drips off the tip, and I need to progress this if I want to make it through all the things I want to do to her.

I pick up the scarf and twirl it in my hand. “I am going to cover your eyes, so you are going to need to trust me, okay.”

“Okay. I can do that.” She looks at the other things on the bed as I kneel on it and move on all fours toward her.

“You have already seen what I took out of the bag, so you know what is coming, okay. This is about you turning control over to me and learning to trust. I would never hurt you, Evie.”

I place the scarf over her eyes, and she lifts her head so I can tie it around her head loosely, but effectively. “Can you see, baby?”

She shakes her head now, and I smile.

“Okay. I am going to put the cuffs on your hands and feet now.” I pick up the cuffs, and the chains make a noise that causes her to flinch. I trail my finger over her legs and bend over to kiss her feet before placing the cuff on one leg and then repeat the same action on the other one. Once I have the cuffs on her legs, I attach them to the spreader that will keep them apart as I lock it in place.

I move over her body, my hand rests on her flat stomach, and I touch her lightly, running my hands under her breasts and everywhere except where she wants them. I see her lift her chest up in offering, hoping that I will put one nipple into my mouth, but that will come later.

I lift off and entwine my hands with hers as I raise them above her body and attach the cuff to them. My erect dick leaves a trail of wetness on her chest and hovers just over her neck as I move forward to attach the restraint to her metal headboard. As I tighten the last one, I feel her tongue dart out to lick my cock as she runs her tongue along the side.

“Fuck, Evie. You want to be a good girl and suck me off, baby?” This was not the plan, but if she is offering… I want to make her happy.

“I do.” She licks her lips at the drop that falls from my tip.

“Open wide for me and stick out your tongue, so I can feed you my fat cock.”

She obliges, and I grip it at the base as I scoot up and place the tip on her tongue. She licks the tip, and I inch more into her mouth as she hollows out her cheeks and takes me in deeper, until I hit the back of her throat. She doesn’t gag like I thought she would, and I retreat out a bit before I push it back in.

Her tongue swirls around at the tip and licks the underside as I pump in and out of her mouth, but this wasn’t the plan, so I pull out of her mouth with a pop as saliva trails down her chin.

She pouts.

“This isn’t about me, baby. It’s about you. Your mouth is sinful, Eve.”

She smiles when I call her that.

“You are definitely my downfall, and I’ll ride that train straight to hell if you’re driving, sweetheart.” I kiss her, and she lifts her head to deepen the kiss when I pull away and step off the bed. I pick up the flogger.

“What are you doing, Jameson?” she asks nervously.

“Nothing you won’t like, baby.”

I see the rise and fall of her chest quicken as she becomes anxious of what’s to come. I don’t keep her waiting long as I grip the flogger and place the cool leather trailing a path up her arm and down her chest. I circle her nipple with it and then repeat the same action on the other side. I trail it around and then bring it down quickly on the underside of her breast in a quick snap to her flesh. She gasps, but realizes what happened.

“Jameson,” she moans.

I trail the flogger down her leg and up the other until I reach her pussy. I give it a quick snap with the flogger and wetness pools down her leg. She tries to bring her legs together to relieve some of the ache that is forming between them, but the spreader bar is there preventing her from moving the way she would like to. I place my head between her thighs and blow on her glistening pussy.

“You are so wet for me, baby.”

“Please, Jameson. The anticipation is killing me.”

I don’t give her a chance to say anything else before I devour her. I hold her lips open as I fuck her with my tongue then come back out, finding her clit as I pull and suck it into my mouth. She comes with a scream. I tuck one arm under her hips to help bring her closer to me as she bucks and thrashes around while I continue to suck on her clit.

Wetness pools underneath her as I wipe the mess from my chin. Her breathing starts to slow, and I undo the spreader bar. I toss it off the bed and climb forward as I run my dick through her wetness. I line up with her opening and surge forward, causing Evie to cry out. I stall.

“You okay?” She shakes her head. “Use your words, baby.”

“Please fuck me, Jameson.”

And I do. I won’t last long. But I want her to come again, so I suck on her nipple and toy with the other as I fuck her hard, hitting that spot that makes her see stars. I know I’ve reached it when she gasps.

She screams, “Right there. Keep going.” She squeezes my cock as she comes, and I follow, climaxing along with her.

I collapse on top of her and swirl my tongue around her over sensitive nipple. With my dick still inside her, I undo the restraints on the headboard and hover over her as I remove the blindfold from her eyes. I look into her eyes and she smiles.

I kiss her and feel my cock harden again. I start to move and she wraps her legs around my waist. This time I fuck her softly, letting the gravity of what we just did register. She trusted me, and hopefully that’s enough. She loves me, and I know that’s everything.