chilled him to the core. With a roar, Evan spun and flung his glass across the room before stomping into the bedroom and slamming the door. The tinkle of splintering glass was the only sound remaining in the empty room.
Chapter Seven – Unleashed
S HE GLOWED . E VAN stood in the doorway of the store room and watched as Claire led the group’s discussion of their latest selection. She was animated and vibrant and radiated a confidence he’d never seen in her before. Her eyes sparkled, and her shoulders were back and firm rather than slightly hunched. She was laughing and engaging the group. She was transformed.
Scowling, Evan headed back to the front to get a head start on the evening paperwork. She was fucking him. That was the only possible explanation. Women always glowed during the honeymoon stage of a relationship. He was probably telling her everything she wanted to hear.
He hadn’t thought his mood could get any blacker. Over the last week, he’d had plenty of time to stew over the idea of Claire and her mystery man. She hadn’t even come in during the week like she usually did. Just like a woman. Get a man and give up everything around them. This was exactly what he’d been worried about. Claire was at a very dangerous phase in her exposure to BDSM. She was open and curious, with no real guidance. She needed to be handled with care and patience, to be brought slowly along. Her limits explored and gently pushed. The wrong person could get his hands on her – literally – and wreck everything Evan was trying to do.
That thought stopped him up short. What exactly was he trying to do? He wasn’t trying to get into anything physical with her. He just hadn’t wanted her to think her desires represented some kind of sickness. He’d wanted her to see that she wasn’t alone and there were avenues for her to channel her needs productively. But, given her taste for impact play, she needed to be very careful. If it were him, he’d start with spanking, maybe progress to light flogging, before getting into anything harder. See how she responded. See if what she’d subconsciously been trying to coerce her boyfriend to do was a true need, and then channel it.
The mere thought of his hands on Claire, her round little ass turning pink, had his body raging. She had a luscious ass. Full and round. He couldn’t help but notice it every time she came in, something that set his teeth on edge. But then, what didn’t set his teeth on edge about the damnable woman? She was a constant source of frustration for him.
Tonight had been the absolute worst. She’d come in and he’d done a double-take. He’d literally had to take a moment and figure out who this gorgeous, radiant creature that had just walked through his door was. She vibrated with a joy he hadn’t ever seen in her. She’d smiled at him as soon as she’d seen him, and raised her hand in greeting, calling out a hello to him. A first. He hadn’t answered, and had frowned at her when he’d realised it was Claire. Her smile had wavered a bit, but she’d visibly steeled herself, nodded at him, and gone to the back.
He hadn’t meant to be rude, but he’d been stunned into speechlessness. She was wearing a form-fitting pencil skirt that hugged her ass and accentuated her waist. She’d paired it with a tailored, ruby blouse that showed off her slimness while highlighting her pert breasts. The colour did amazing things for her skin too, bringing out a light pink flush that made her appear almost luminescent. Her hair was loose and she’d done something to it so that it framed her face and highlighted the delicateness of her features. The knee boots she wore gave her the impression of height and the stiletto heels added a hint of sexy that she didn’t normally convey. She looked fucking delicious. His mouth had literally watered. So had his cock. Thank God he always wore black or else a definite wet spot would have shown through his jeans.
And this
Chapter Seven – Unleashed
S HE GLOWED . E VAN stood in the doorway of the store room and watched as Claire led the group’s discussion of their latest selection. She was animated and vibrant and radiated a confidence he’d never seen in her before. Her eyes sparkled, and her shoulders were back and firm rather than slightly hunched. She was laughing and engaging the group. She was transformed.
Scowling, Evan headed back to the front to get a head start on the evening paperwork. She was fucking him. That was the only possible explanation. Women always glowed during the honeymoon stage of a relationship. He was probably telling her everything she wanted to hear.
He hadn’t thought his mood could get any blacker. Over the last week, he’d had plenty of time to stew over the idea of Claire and her mystery man. She hadn’t even come in during the week like she usually did. Just like a woman. Get a man and give up everything around them. This was exactly what he’d been worried about. Claire was at a very dangerous phase in her exposure to BDSM. She was open and curious, with no real guidance. She needed to be handled with care and patience, to be brought slowly along. Her limits explored and gently pushed. The wrong person could get his hands on her – literally – and wreck everything Evan was trying to do.
That thought stopped him up short. What exactly was he trying to do? He wasn’t trying to get into anything physical with her. He just hadn’t wanted her to think her desires represented some kind of sickness. He’d wanted her to see that she wasn’t alone and there were avenues for her to channel her needs productively. But, given her taste for impact play, she needed to be very careful. If it were him, he’d start with spanking, maybe progress to light flogging, before getting into anything harder. See how she responded. See if what she’d subconsciously been trying to coerce her boyfriend to do was a true need, and then channel it.
The mere thought of his hands on Claire, her round little ass turning pink, had his body raging. She had a luscious ass. Full and round. He couldn’t help but notice it every time she came in, something that set his teeth on edge. But then, what didn’t set his teeth on edge about the damnable woman? She was a constant source of frustration for him.
Tonight had been the absolute worst. She’d come in and he’d done a double-take. He’d literally had to take a moment and figure out who this gorgeous, radiant creature that had just walked through his door was. She vibrated with a joy he hadn’t ever seen in her. She’d smiled at him as soon as she’d seen him, and raised her hand in greeting, calling out a hello to him. A first. He hadn’t answered, and had frowned at her when he’d realised it was Claire. Her smile had wavered a bit, but she’d visibly steeled herself, nodded at him, and gone to the back.
He hadn’t meant to be rude, but he’d been stunned into speechlessness. She was wearing a form-fitting pencil skirt that hugged her ass and accentuated her waist. She’d paired it with a tailored, ruby blouse that showed off her slimness while highlighting her pert breasts. The colour did amazing things for her skin too, bringing out a light pink flush that made her appear almost luminescent. Her hair was loose and she’d done something to it so that it framed her face and highlighted the delicateness of her features. The knee boots she wore gave her the impression of height and the stiletto heels added a hint of sexy that she didn’t normally convey. She looked fucking delicious. His mouth had literally watered. So had his cock. Thank God he always wore black or else a definite wet spot would have shown through his jeans.
And this
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