1 comments/ 6787 views/ 3 favorites Sir and the Girl: Welcome Home By: idleardor Characters are at least 18 years of age. Thanks to Alex3010 for editing. - - - Evelyn heard Calvin unlock the door and practically skipped to the foyer to meet him. "Hi-" The rest of her sentence died on her lips as she assessed the amount of trouble she was in. Calvin wasn't smiling his usual devious grin. He looked tired, heavy. But he was on a mission, slamming the door behind him. As soon as he saw her, a number of expressions crossed his face. Lust and confusion, then annoyance. His brows furrowed in anger. Evelyn felt just as thrown off as Calvin looked. A wave of heat broke out over her as she watched him watch her. She couldn't think of what she'd done to deserve such a reaction. Which was why, when he took a step toward her, she took a step back. Calvin's eyes narrowed on her. His posture changed as he settled into a lower center of gravity, ready to lash out and snatch her. He took another step forward and she took another step back. Again and again and again. Evelyn's heart beat so hard she felt her entire body pulsing. "Do I look like I'm in the mood to chase you?" he asked. "N-no, Sir." His words were clipped when he spoke. "Then what the fuck are you doing?" Evelyn's knees locked as she froze in panic. She realized that Calvin was standing next to the chair she'd been next to when he'd come in. She'd been countering each of his steps with one of her own. Calvin walked the two steps it took to get her within arms length. He took a fistful of her hair in his left hand, yanking hard. Evelyn's howl of pain fell on deaf ears. "What are you here for cunt?" He'd never called her that before. She felt goosebumps rise across her flesh. An undercurrent of lust flowed between them, despite his anger and her fear. "Your pleasure, Sir." "Then why have you displeased me?" Evelyn craned her neck, wincing at the pain of her skull. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, Sir." Calvin gave her a once over while his free hand traced the places his eyes passed over -- her lips, the dip of her collarbone where it met the straps of her dress, the swell of her breasts. He cupped her left breast, fingers pinching her nipple through the cotton fabric. Evelyn was panting by the time his eyes focused back on hers. Evelyn tried to press her thighs together. For a flash, she thought about how stupid that was, like having Calvin smell her arousal was the worst of her problems at the moment. "You ruined my plans for tonight," he said, pinching harder. Discomfort. "I had such a shitty day and I was gonna come home and just -" He twisted slowly, casually. Painfully. Evelyn tried pressing herself closer to him, but that didn't stop him from twisting harder. Evelyn opened her mouth to protest, but the look he gave her eliminated that option. 'Do it and see what happens,' he mentally dared her. "Instead, I come through the door and see this." The look of disgust on his face countered the lust that seemed to be coming off of him in waves. Evelyn felt his disapproval pulsing through her. Clothes. She was wearing clothes and she felt embarrassed, the way she would if she was naked out in public. This was so confusing - fighting those societal habits and triggers of shame drilled into her since birth. Calvin tugged on Evelyn's twisted nipple and she finally cried out. He released his grasp on her and focused on calming down as he lead Evelyn to his bedroom. Even though he was furious that her disobedience had put a halt to his initial plan, it also gave him time to think. Until he'd opened that door he'd been set on taking all of his frustration out on her. He wanted to be more clear-headed. He wanted them to be more familiar, at least. Which is why he was somewhat grateful for the short walk. As soon as they got to the doorway Calvin ordered her to take off her dress. Evelyn felt her fingers betraying her, shaking as she struggled to undo the buttons. Calvin raised an eyebrow in surprise as the fabric fell at her feet. No bra or underwear underneath. "Kneel." Evelyn fell to her knees, hands clasped behind her head, eyes downcast. Calvin walked to his dresser, opening a drawer. Evelyn risked a peek, catching a glimpse of a wooden paddle before looking back at the floor. She took breath, focusing on the way her overheated skin felt against the cool, hard wood. Calvin's feet came into her line of sight. "Lets review the rules that have been broken here. You had clothes on though we specifically agreed that you were going to be completely nude whenever you are in my home, correct?" His voice remained totally neutral, which, for Evelyn, was the worst part. The discussion before the punishment made her feel a weight of almost unbearable disappointment. "Yes, Sir." "You were not in your kneeling position when I came through the door, something else we agreed upon." "Yes, Sir." "And," he added with harsh emphasis, "I had to play that little game of cat and mouse with you on top of that? I think a spanking would be quite the appropriate punishment. Does that punishment seem fair?" Evelyn felt her face burning. "Yes, Sir." "Seeing as we haven't used the paddle before, I'm not going to set a specific number. We'll just see how it goes." He sat on the mahogany bench at the end of his bed, motioning for her to lay across his lap. She settled lengthwise on top of him with her stomach atop his knees. She grabbed the edge of the bench as he directed. Evelyn gasped, the first strike was more surprising than painful. The four that followed definitely had more power behind them. "Ow." she growled on the fifth strike, gripping the end of the bench so hard her fingers cramped. She shifted in Calvin's lap. As soon as she felt the slickness, sticky between her thighs, she froze. Why? God why? This hurts so fucking much. Why am I so fucking wet? Evelyn pressed her thighs together hoping to hide her arousal. "Why am I doing this?" Calvin asked. Evelyn squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears, pressed her lips together to stop herself from screaming. When she didn't answer, she felt the paddle again. Crack The tears streamed down her face; her voice warbled as she spoke. "I was bad. I'm sorry." Fwap "Ow! Ow!" As the pain built, she pressed her thighs tighter together, her pussy throbbing. Evelyn's entire body fought to coil in on itself, while Calvin kept her flat. Smack She moaned, wiggling in his grasp. "What are you doing, hmm?" He slid his hand over the curve of her ass, digging his fingers into the reddened cushion before sliding farther down. He didn't even reach her pussy before he felt her nectar on his fingers. "What is this? Are you enjoying this Evelyn?" "No, Sir," she insisted, cringing as he dug his fingers into her flesh again. "No, I swear." "This pussy juice all over my fingers suggests otherwise." He wiped his wet hand on her ass before striking her with the paddle. Whap Her toes curled as she tried to tuck her butt under. Calvin wrapped an arm over her waist, locking her in place. Thwack Fwop Whump Evelyn cried so hard, she couldn't see Calvin through her tears. She curled up in Calvin's lap, the denim of his jeans rough against the tender welts on her ass. "Breathe pet. You did so well." "That really fucking hurt," she blubbered against his shirt. She felt Calvin chuckle against her. "No shit." He tipped her chin up so that he could see her face, wiping her tears away with the back of his hand. Evelyn reached to rub her ass. "Don't you dare." Calvin's tone was biting -- a warning -- but when she looked up at him he was smiling. "You are something else, you know that? Your ass and that paddle are gonna become very familiar." Sir and the Girl: Welcome Home Pt. 02 Characters are at least 18 years of age. ***** Evelyn crawled between Calvin's legs, gently pulling the sheets away from his body. The sunlight coming through the window above the bed turned his light brown chest hair blond. Her nails grazed his torso, following the hair to his happy trail, and she felt his cock stir in his boxer briefs. Arousing him, seeing him react to her even as he slept, made her feel like a goddess; she was the one in control, making him react to his desire for her. As she pulled at the elastic, he shifted and mumbled something. Evelyn made a quick job of pulling down his briefs, rendering him completely nude along with her. "The fuck-" he grumbled, half asleep. Evelyn slipped his cock between her lips, licking the beads of precum that gathered in her mouth. "Oh fuck." Evelyn laughed around him, sucking gently at first, licking the beads of precum that she coaxed from him. Calvin leaned up on his elbows to watch, jerking beneath her and groaning as she pulled to suck just the head of his cock. He fell back against the bed as Evelyn swallowed him down again. The muscles of his stomach twitched beneath the skin. His hands knotted in her hair. Evelyn looked up to see Calvin's eyes on her, and she watched him watch her as she used her tongue to stroke the underside of his cock. Calvin growled her name when her mouth became a vacuum around him. Even though she knew it was coming, the first spurt of come caught Evelyn off guard. She wrapped her lips tighter around him, catching everything that shot down her throat. Evelyn crawled on top of him, feeling the rise and fall of his stomach as he caught his breath. "Good morning," she said with a grin. Calvin wrapped his hands around the back of her neck, pulling her down for a lazy kiss. Eventually, he released her and she sat up, settling her groin against him, with the heat of her pussy drawn to the heat of his cock. Calvin groaned in resistance, grabbing her hips to stop her. "Give me about ... five hours." Evelyn snorted at his exaggeration. "Five hours? Wow. You don't usually need that long." She squealed as Calvin tickled her sides. "Well you don't usually try to suck my soul out through my fucking dick. What did I do to deserve that?" A wave of embarrassment washed over Evelyn as she thought of her behavior the night before. "Well ..." She looked down, focusing her eyes on his chest hair. Once again, her fingers grazed his chest hair. "You were stressed last night. You didn't get to work it out." Evelyn hated his rule about not having sex after a punishment. According to Calvin, it was "a way to discourage bad behavior." In theory, this was a good idea, but he and Evelyn were new to this - two months and counting. She was still prone to disobeying him, and questioning him. Calvin seemed to understand, and he was usually patient with her. However, her sass usually reared its ugly head when they were in the middle of a session, not during the designated time for discussion. Like the night before, her actions resulted in her punishment and his frustration. If Calvin was in the mood after a punishment, she would pleasure him with her hands or mouth before he'd send her to bed horny as hell. And though the latter part happened last night, she had a feeling that Calvin's disinterest in playing after the punishment was a consequence of his residual anger. "Spanking you worked it out plenty," he said. Even though she was sitting naked on top of him, waiting for him to recover from a soul-sucking blow job, she didn't quite believe him. "Really?" Evelyn asked, looking him in the eye. "Because you were out for blood last night." Calvin stayed silent, so she went on. "Look, I know that part of this arrangement, or any relationship, includes taking the brunt of someone's anger from time to time, but the way you came through that door really scared me." Calvin looked away, relaxing his hold on her hips. "Do you want to talk about it?" "No," he answered immediately. Clearly, she'd hit a sore spot, but she'd be damned if she was going to let that influence her next words. "Listen." She smacked his chest with her open palms, getting his full attention. "I am not going to be a punching bag, paying for shit you should be taking out on someone else. That is not what I'm here for. It's not what I signed up for. I know talking about our problems isn't part of the arrangement and all that, but if that starts affecting your relationship with me, it is going to be a problem. Do I make myself clear?" Calvin nodded, looking ashamed. "Understood. I apologize. I'm supposed to make you feel safe, and I didn't do that." He wasn't big on talking about things not related to their sessions, but Evelyn was learning to read him. She could tell that he was internally berating himself. That look was familiar. He'd shake his head, and his lips would set in a hard line. For a moment, he was somewhere else, or someone else. Evelyn couldn't be sure. "I fucked up," he said. "But you're still here? You didn't say any of this last night." She had been so close to safe-wording, but when he started discussing her punishment - actually reasoning, and talking through what she'd done - she felt safe again. "You became yourself, somewhere in there. And I liked it - not the you being scary bit - but the energy of it. You know?" A flush of heat came over her skin as she thought about it. The feel of him hardening beneath her, and the look in his eyes, told her that he was affected, too. "Yeah." Calvin stroked the sides of her torso, rolling his hips against her. Evelyn squirmed on top of him. "What did you like about?" "You called me a cunt," she said with a slight grimace. "I did." "It was hot in the moment. I don't know about on a regular basis." "Okay." "And the hair pulling, and the nipple twisting were pretty hot. I mean, it hurt, but it was good." "Good. Honestly, I'm glad you disobeyed me. It pissed me off, but it made me focus." "So, for the sake of our mutual enjoyment, I should disobey you more often?" Evelyn asked, teasing. Calvin quirked his eyebrow. His voice was laced with the promise of retribution. "You can do whatever you want. I'm not sure it will be for the sake of your enjoyment." He cupped the globes of her ass, squeezing. Evelyn winced. "Still sore?" Calvin asked. "You don't have to do that," Evelyn said, sufficiently subdued by his intimidation tactic. "I was just kidding." Evelyn tried wiggling out of his grasp, but Calvin gripped her hips to keep her there. "I don't appreciate this running away from me business. If you want to be a smart ass, be ready for that ass to pay the price. Do you understand?" How was he threatening, even when she was the one on top? So much for feeling in control. "Yes, Sir." "Good. Now sit on my dick." __________ As soon as he walked through the doors to Noble Mien's main office Calvin's happy mood drained from his body. Not even the faint scent of Evelyn that lingered on his clothes could change the fact that, just yesterday, he and his marketing team had their asses chewed out. They'd botched their meeting. Noble Mien Clothing specialized in men's suiting, but the demographic mainly appealed to those 40 and older. While the company wasn't bleeding money, it was in definite need of a profit boost. The company planned to expand its clothing line to appeal to the younger male demographic. That's where Calvin came in. Russe Marketing - the company Calvin worked for - had been scheduled to come in and pitch their strategy. The meeting regarding the data was going fine until one of the guys started off on his own spiel about how they were targeting the wrong type of data. "More research on demographics would yield much clearer results than behavior analyses," John, the shit-starter said. The team had addressed this issue a week ago. They'd done the research and conducted focus groups. It was obvious that starting a completely new clothing line would tank the company. A less severe introduction of select, edgy pieces was definitely the way to go. Apparently, John hadn't been satisfied. Derek, another guy on the team, spoke up in favor of the majority. "But that doesn't heavily account for the customers that we've already got. We can't can't afford to lose business with the clients who are already loyal." Victor Gabriel, the owner of the company, interrupted. "Are you fucking kidding me?" A a tense hush filled the room. "I was told that Russe was one of the best in town. And you come in like this?" He left the conference room without another word. John was fired. "We had it," Derek said to Calvin when they got back to their office. Calvin felt a migraine coming on. "Yeah, well," he sighed, "we're fucked. There's no way Gabriel is going to give us a second chance. "There's not a favor we can call in?" Every marketing agency in the area has a meeting with them." " I know you haven't talked to her in a while, but can't you call-" Calvin's brain registered where this was headed before his mouth even realized what was happening. "No." "You don't think-" "I don't care, Derek," Calvin said, tone clipped. "Yeah? Well, this is my job on the line, too, fucker. If you don't call her by tomorrow, I'll do it myself." Her. Bernadette. He hated that woman. They'd met about three years earlier. She was the consultant for a company Russe had taken on as a client. Calvin was drawn to her right away. He watched the way she carried herself, and loved the way she spoke - never raising her voice, but still commanding a room. The strength of her presence was subtle, almost underrated. He just knew she was letting others think they were running the show. And, really, that turned out to be true. Professionally, she was all of those things, but Bernadette was also a liar and a manipulator. Calvin got swept up in her. He'd been surprised that she gave him a second look because she made figures more than he did, and she was five years his senior. Only six months after they started dating, he moved in with her. She gave him his first real taste of BDSM. As his submissive, she helped him figure out his dominant style. He enjoyed the way that he could incorporate his love for her into this kinky lifestyle that they both enjoyed. But, imperceptibly, Bernadette took the reigns. It started with her challenging him constantly, then berating him for not being a good dom, for not giving her what she needed. He was constantly trying to prove himself. She wanted things rougher, he got rough. Grab my hair. Spit on me. Call me a cunt. Hit me harder. Harder. Harder. You call that a punishment? She wanted him to beat her bloody, though she knew that drawing blood was a hard limit for him. Tell me you hate me. Like you mean it. And soon he did. Every time they had sex was a hate-fuck, whether he was in the mood for it or not. Most times not. Choke me. Calvin refused. That was also a hard limit, and she knew it. Evelyn raged at this, calling him spineless and unworthy of being called a dom. He abandoned what belongings he had there and left that night, staying with Derek until he found a new apartment. He refused to tell Derek the details of why he'd left, only that she was a psychopath and that he had to leave there. He hadn't seen her since that client's business was done. Calvin hated that he was letting the personal aspect of his life influence the professional aspect, but he wouldn't budge. That part of his past was already affecting his relationship with Evelyn. No matter how much he told himself that he was over Bernadette, theirs was the only serious relationship he'd had. Worse than that, his only experience of being a dom was with her, and the habits and rage of that relationship seeped into his relationship with Evelyn. He thought of the night before - the name-calling and his plan to use her to release his rage. That wasn't the person he was most of the time; she didn't know much of that side of him. Not that she knew much about Bernadette, anyway. He'd provided her with the minimum amount of necessary information. He'd had a submissive. It hadn't worked out because she'd wanted to explore boundaries that he did not. End of story. He'd been single for more than a year before he met Evelyn. When they started their arrangement, meeting from Monday to Tuesday each week, it hadn't occurred to him that all of that old baggage would resurface. Almost everything he did with Evelyn reminded him of his experience with Bernadette. When something went wrong, or when Evelyn was upset, like that morning, it just made him berate himself for being a bad dom - the dom that Bernadette constantly accused him of being. Excluding her confession that morning, Evelyn didn't let on that she thought anything was amiss. That's one thing that Calvin appreciated about her. She let him be the dominant he wanted to be, not the dominant she wanted him to be, though she nor he quite knew who that was. Even better, she let him know her fears without attacking him. He felt safe with her. This new thing made his heart race in a way that it hadn't before. She was a clean slate - a clean, new, potentially threatening slate. __________ Evelyn had waited an entire week for this. She knelt in the hallway, breath quickening as she heard Calvin jog up the steps to the front door. After the jingle of keys in the lock, the door creaked open, and he came through the door. She didn't say a word, letting Calvin's presence settle over her. He seemed to be doing the same. She waited while he closed and locked the door, setting his things on the side table. He walked up to her, stroking her cheek. Stress lines furrowed his brow, but the expression melted away as he touched her. She wanted to ask what was wrong, but that'd just put him in a bad mood. Was he worrying about whatever had him so livid the week before? She'd never seen him so upset. Instead of asking, she pressed her face against his cheek and kissed his palm. They just stayed like that for a minute, with Evelyn comforting and Calvin being comforted. "Come on." He helped her to her feet and instructed her to sit on the couch while he grabbed something from the room. He returned shoeless, wearing a plain white shirt and a pair of worn khakis. There was something clasped in his hand; when he stopped in front of her, he opened his hand to reveal a set of nipple clamps. They were attached by a thin silver chain. "These are clothespin clamps." Evelyn reached over, pinching one of the clamps between her fingers to test its intensity. Evelyn felt the butterflies of apprehension and excitement that came with trying something new. She pressed her thighs together, warmth flooding her pussy. "Are they meaner than you?" Evelyn asked, recalling his vicious nipple twisting from the week before. "I don't think so. But we can always adjust them." Evelyn felt herself getting wet at the prospect. His matter-of-fact tone had her mind and heart racing. The way that he spoke about some of these things - like they were conducting a science experiment - threw her off. She wondered if she should be concerned that he was being sort of clinical? Or relieved that he was so collected? Whenever they tried something new, he was so cautious. For whose sake, she didn't know. "Lean back," he said, interrupting her train of thought. Evelyn lay across the length of the couch, eyeing Calvin suspiciously. He leaned over her, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle at first, then his teeth were biting her bottom lip, nibbling along her jaw to her neck, scratching her collarbone, before honing in on her breasts. He locked his lips around her left nipple, rolling the right between his fingers. Evelyn tried to force his head lower, but Calvin wasn't having it. He alternated between nipples, licking and pinching until she she humped against his leg, pleading for more. Finally, he leaned back. "Look at your breasts, Evie. They're so flushed." He cupped each breast in his hands, stroking her nipples. "Arch." Evelyn arched her back, presenting her breasts to him. She couldn't help but giggle when Calvin released an appreciative sigh. "You laughing at me?" he asked, his clinical tone replaced by the playful tone she preferred. Evelyn shook her head. Calvin lightly smacked one of her breasts. "What was that?" "No, Sir," Evelyn said, still smiling. "Uh huh. Arch, you little liar." Evelyn arched again. Calvin pulled the clamps from his pocket, attaching one. He tightened it a little and Evelyn felt a little pressure. He tightened it some more and the clamp bit into her skin. Evelyn watched the lust cloud Calvin's features as she whined in pain. Calvin tightened the other in the same way. Evelyn tried to stay still, feeling the pain of the clamps. Calvin lifted the little chain, slowly pulling it taut. At that, Evelyn felt the tickle of arousal between her thighs. She wanted to kiss him, to taste him, but he leaned away, still pulling. Evelyn followed the pull of the chain until she was straddling Calvin's waist. She clutched his shoulders, trying to process what was happening to her body. Her nipples hurt like hell, but her pussy throbbed with arousal. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I think so." Calvin released the chain, pulling Evelyn down for a kiss. Her chest pressed against the fabric of his cotton shirt, her nipples chaffing as she began grinding herself harder against him. Calvin stroked the sides of her breasts and Evelyn felt her nipples harden, the clamps biting into the sensitive skin. With each moan and gasp, Calvin kissed her harder. His tongue danced across her own. He sucked on her tongue, mimicking the rhythm of their hips. He reached between them, removing the clamps, and blood rushed to her nipples. Calvin's hands kneading her tender flesh. With the heat of his breath against her face and his jean-clad erection grinding against her bare pussy, Evelyn could hardly form a coherent thought. She reached between them, making quick work of unbuckling Calvin's belt. Calvin mumbled something as Evelyn unbuckled his jeans. He said it again, as she undid his zipper. "Wait, goddamnit!" Calvin pushed Evelyn away from him and scrambled off of the couch. "Jesus, woman," he said, panting just as hard as she was. "We've got to get this shit under control." He collected himself, caught his breath. "That's the second part of tonight. You don't get to come." Evelyn wasn't sure if she'd heard him correctly. "What?" "Orgasm control, remember?" Evelyn wanted to die. They'd talked about this last week, but it'd completely slipped her mind. She'd blanked out about that until now. Honestly, she didn't think they were going to go through with it. Not now, when her pussy was sopping wet, and his dick was trying to Hulk out of his pants. "But I need to come." "I know." "Like, now." Calvin gave her a warning look. "Please." "No. Bedroom." Evelyn took a different tack. "But I missed you." Calvin seemed taken aback by her confession. This wasn't exactly the best execution of that sentiment, but it was still true. She hadn't seen him in a week, and the entire time she'd felt like something was off kilter. There was just something missing, until he'd come through that front door. She wanted him. She'd gone too long without him. Evelyn knew he felt it too. Still, Calvin said nothing, stroking her cheek the way he had earlier. Evelyn shuddered at the touch, eyeing his rock hard erection. "Bedroom," he said again, stepping away from her. She walked to his room with him on her heels. He turned on the bedside light and told her to lie with her pussy toward the edge of the bed. Sir and the Girl: Welcome Home Pt. 02 "Play with your clit." She reached between her thighs, using a finger to stroke her clit. Calvin fully unzipped his jeans, rubbing himself through his boxers. Evelyn had a love/hate relationship with his teasing. On one hand, she loved that Calvin was learning what she liked. On the other hand, he was using those weaknesses against her. He knew that just seeing his bulge through his jeans got her panties damp. And here he was being stingy with it. "I didn't tell you to stop." She'd been so preoccupied with his dick, she'd forgotten about herself. She went back to stroking, getting wetter as he pulled off his jeans and shirt, then his boxers, letting his cock spring free. Evelyn marvelled at the smooth skin, taut around the thick muscle beneath. He stroked himself slowly. It would take forever for him to come at that pace; if he thought that she was going to wait around for that, he had another thing coming. Evelyn felt the first tingles of an orgasm approaching. She locked eyes with Calvin, seeing her own lust reflecting in his eyes. "Not yet," Calvin said, but she couldn't stop it. Her eyes slammed shut, while waves of pleasure rolled through her. Calvin snatched her hand away from her body, cutting her orgasm short. While she recovered, he moved to the bench, waiting. Reluctantly, Evelyn crawled over to him, propping her body across his lap. Calvin rained twelve hard strikes down on her in succession. Her entire body was flushed with heat, but she was so drunk on endorphins the pain remained a secondary priority. She wanted to come again. She wanted Calvin to lose himself inside her. "All fours," he said. While she got in position, she heard the rip of a condom wrapper. Calvin's weight settled against her butt, as he slowly sunk into her. Evelyn couldn't resist squeezing her pussy muscles, trying to suck him inside of her. "You want this dick?" Calvin stopped pumping his hips. "Fuck yourself on it." Evelyn let out a frustrated growl. He wanted her to work for it? Fine. But if he didn't think she was going to make him sweat, he had another thing coming. She fisted the sheets, rubbing against him, making sure to arch seductively. Hearing his tortured moan only egged her on. Gaining confidence, she switched tactics, bouncing against him. He dug his fingers into her hips, and she knew he was struggling to let her control the pace. "You like the way I ride it?" Evelyn asked, feeling brave. "Goddamn it, Evie, it feels so good. You look so good on my cock." He slapped her ass. "But do you like it like this?" she asked, rolling her hips again. "Or like this?" She bounced against him. "Or like this?" She did a combination of both. Goosebumps rose all over her flesh as pulses of pleasure rocked her body. "Motherfucker. That's it, Evie. Ride it." He fisted a hand in her hair, forcing her to arch, thrusting against her, hitting her spot even harder. Biting her bottom lip, she tried to stay quiet, but that just fueled the fire. She released her lip, tasting blood. Her arms started trembling, giving out under her, and Calvin followed, pressing her against the mattress. His hand slid between her and the mattress, finding her clit. Evelyn struggled to breath, moaning as Calvin used her own pleasure against her. "Oh my god." "No." Calvin's voice came through her cock-induced haze, but it didn't stop the pre-orgasmic tremble of her pussy. She felt it - the clarity of breath, of smell, the intense sensation of touch that meant she was about to come. "Not yet. Wait for me." Evelyn tried tuning those things out long enough to stave off her orgasm. "Sir." The word escaped her lips as a staccato moan. Calvin abandoned his measured strokes for wild thrusting. The sweat of her body mingled with his as he pounded into her. His voice was strained and rough against her neck. "Now. Come on, Evie. Get it, baby. Get it." As Calvin pressed into her, stroking her clit, Evelyn submitted to the bliss engulfing her entire body. Her pussy seized around him, and Calvin bit her shoulder as his own orgasm worked through him. Evelyn took deep, ragged breaths, steadily getting her breathing under control. Calvin seemed to be struggling with the same thing. As the endorphins started wearing off, soreness blossomed between Evelyn's thighs. She'd definitely need to take a painkiller later. At the moment, she was so sated and exhausted that she didn't care. She started to pull the sheets over herself, the sweat on her body already cooling. Calvin stopped her, dragging himself out of bed. She closed her eyes, knowing that he was going to take off the condom and clean himself up. He returned with a small towel, taping her thigh. She parted her legs for him and he gently patted her clean. He planted soft kisses on the insides of her thighs before tossing the towel and flopping down next to her. "Good?" he asked. Evelyn just nodded, eyes still closed. She felt drugged. "Good," Calvin said, chuckling. He turned off the bedside lamp, and Evelyn quickly drifted off to sleep.