Eve's Evolution (Erotic Secrets No. 1) (10 page)

“Order me a steak please. And some more Scotch. Oh, and a salad.” He continued to run the shower humming a tune she couldn’t place. Eve completed the order and redressed. She looked outside and wondered if the Cherry Blossoms would be as beautiful as they were last year. They’d look so different now that she was different. Their meaning and being had changed.

“I have to make some calls. I’ll be back in a few.” She was surprised he said anything at all to her. Perhaps it was to mollify her. Their room service arrived after about fifteen minutes. They both ate with relish. He patted Eve on the thigh, “Henri and Gabriel will be joining us this evening. Have you been with two men at once Evelyn?” He asked this as casually as he probably ordered his shirts starched at the dry cleaners.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Ah, we have such sites to show you.” He gave his winning smile and a wink. He quickly flipped his tie into a Half-Windsor. “Don’t worry. We’ll have refreshments of various types, if you wish. You’ll be nice and relaxed.”

“What am I supposed to say to that?”

“Life is good, I think?” Malcolm didn’t look up as he finished off his steak, threw his napkin on the table and put on his shoes. “Back this evening. An outfit will be sent over at seven, be ready by eight.” He took a swig of scotch and left Eve wondering how she was going to handle two of these animals at once.

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Eve sunk into the ultra-modern, porcelain tub after Malcolm left. She let the water close over her eyes, her face, her body, and she held her breath until she couldn’t anymore. She burst out of the water. Everything was still there. Still the same. The room was encased in marble with a chandelier hovering above her bath. She wondered if she was being taken for a ride, used somehow. Or, maybe they’d already told her how. There was a knock at the door. The bodyguard announced himself with her outfit and closed the door again. She drained the bath and wrapped herself in a towel. Eve tip-toed out to the entry and stared at it again at a loss for words. It was a simple yet beautiful white Grecian dress. It draped devastatingly downward, no bra for this dress. It was held by gold clasps at both shoulders and it was tightened around the waist by a gold, silk Greek key belt. She took it back to the bedroom and laid it on the couch. Was this her life now? She longed to talk to someone, a normal conversation, but what good was conversation when you had three gorgeous men coming over to make you their sexual plaything for the night? Suddenly, conversation about mundane things seemed ridiculous in comparison to her circumstances. She continued getting ready, and a hairdresser and make-up artist arrived at 7:30 to her relief. At 8 p.m. sharp, there was a knock. She went to get the door, but the group simply came in, boisterous and full of cheer.

“Eve,” Gabriel waved, “Look at you, a Greek goddess come down to be with us tonight!”

“Gabriel,” Henri subtly moved in front of Gabriel blocking him. He immediately closed in on Eve, “You’re so right. How have you been? How was your day?”

Eve looked over at Malcolm, “Interesting.”

“Well, it’s about to get more so Evelyn.” Malcolm picked up the phone and made a call. Henri escorted her out to the balcony where they made small talk about D.C. The door to the suite opened and a guy with waist-length dreads carried in two wooden crates. He opened them and simply left. No tip, no words, just gone.
             

“Champagne, wine, liquor, ecstasy, marijuana. What do you want, Eve?” Gabriel said.

“Just champagne is all I need.” Eve sincerely hoped noone took ecstasy if she wasn’t. It would be an all-night affair if they did. Gabriel rolled a joint and sipped champagne while everyone else stuck to the bubbly. They gathered in the TV room and munched on some snacks while everyone got loose.

“Ready Eve?” Malcolm interjected into the conversation. Eve gulped for air and tried to appear above it all.

“Always ready, Malcolm,” she offered as she made her way into the bedroom. She steadied herself by trying to control her breathing. Head high, shoulders square, deep, slow breaths. Malcolm lit a cigar and deposited himself on the couch; clearly, it wasn’t only two men involved in this. Henri gallantly picked her up and laid her out on the bed. He started of course, just kisses. Then Gabriel sat down; he demanded his kisses as well. Henri trailed down to her breasts and removed the clasps from her shoulders. Gabriel undid his belt quickly. Clothes began popping off and dropping off onto the floor. Eve stole a glance at Malcolm, who was reclining, smiling like a Cheshire cat on the couch, a very contented cat.

Henri was the first to grind into her. His cock already rock hard. He stole her briefly from Gabriel and tried to secret her away to the other edge of the bed. Gabriel laughed, “Uh-huh!” He spread Eve’s legs apart as Henri was pushing his cock past Eve’s lips. Gabriel sunk his tongue deep into the wet slit between Eve’s legs. She moaned as she sucked Henri’s cock. Gabriel was a master at giving head. He quickly had her thighs quivering and all doubts removed from her mind. He seized her knees and held them open. There was no escape from his pleasure.

She worried that she would climax, and it would all be over. She came anyway, her head fell back from Henri’s cock and she screamed with pleasure. Henri immediately turned her over, “Hands and knees,” he demanded, she tried to comply but her whole body was shaking. Henri took her long hair in both of his hands, twirled it and used it to pull Eve back onto his cock. She shook her head with total abandon like a colt on a spring morning. She let herself go completely. Henri kept her hair for reigns and worked her nearly sore as Gabriel let himself into her mouth. Her lips massaged his curved cock like the best dessert she had ever tasted. Henri slapped her ass and ordered her to come for him, “Now, Eve, do it now!” She felt an orgasm rip her body and soul apart. She tore the room apart with her cries. Gabriel entered her cunt roughly when Henri fell away and back on the bed exhausted after coming. Henri recovered quickly and dutifully grabbed her hips. Gabriel leaned back and let Henri rock Eve back and forth on his cock as he fucked her hard. “That’s my little slut. That’s the third man you’ve had today. I’ll show you how it feels to be such a little whore.” Gabriel shoved Henri’s hands away and spanked Eve roughly several times. Gabriel gave in to Eve’s body and came inside of her. He gasped with relief. Henri gave a bit of applause. Eve fell face first onto the bed and then rolled over. Her legs were slicked with sweat and cum.

“That was very nice Evelyn,” Malcolm offered from the couch as he got up. Eve was completely beat. She worried he wanted a turn as well, but he instead produced a paddle. “But, me being left out of the party like that, well, I didn’t want to overwhelm you, but I do want something in return for my restraint. He motioned with the paddle and Henri and Gabriel grabbed pants and left the room. Eve heard cigars lighting in the next room and then some chatter on the balcony. She stared back at Malcolm and sat up. A black leather paddle was firmly held in his right hand, as he tapped his thigh with it. “These will help this situation greatly,” he produced a pair of leather cuffs from his pants pocket. He cuffed her hands in front of her and guided her back onto her knees. “I want you as they had you on your hands and knees.” He gave his first swift spanking. Eve was too shocked to know what to do. She looked around the room, as if it was going to offer up anything but its tasteful décor to help her out of this situation. Malcolm continued his paddling, and Eve was sure she had a very red bum by now. “I don’t play clean-up Evelyn, so I won’t fuck you now. But I’m staying the night. You’ll shower. And I will have you in the morning when I feel like it. I want you Evelyn, for mine. Henri may be your handler, but you
belong
to me now. I’ve taken an interest in you. And look what giving you your punishment for leaving me out did to me.” He uncuffed her, threw the paddle on the bed, and put her hand directly on his hard cock. “You’re a real woman, Evelyn, not these goddamn sluts. They bore me, and I don’t like being bored. I want to own you. I want you to want to be owned by me.” He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her roughly. She pulled away, surprised. Then she dove back into his arms and kissed him with everything she had inside of her that had been waiting to come out and be loved for years.

Malcolm sighed and ran his fingers through her hair. “You will fuck a lot of men, Evelyn. And you’ll enjoy it. I’ll fuck a lot of women, and I’ll enjoy it, but we, Evelyn, we have a connection. We’re educated, we’re worldly, and we’re not like these other types… just to be used up. I have such big plans for you and for us, but I think we need to get some sleep. There’s just one more day until you leave after all,” he let out a little sound of exasperation. “I hate to send you away.”

“Then don’t,” Eve cuddled up next to him and put his hand on her throat.

He gave her throat a squeeze, and she felt a deep pleasure at the level of control he was already exercising over her. “Take a shower, Eve. Join us for some drinks in the dining room. We have a late dinner planned.” He abruptly exited the room, and Eve immediately felt lost without his presence. He had her wrapped up so totally she forgot herself. She took yet another shower, and joined the men refreshed, as if fucking two guys and then Malcolm’s professions of undying desire were all just a normal Monday night.

“To Evelyn,” Malcolm held up his glass, “we wish her many safe returns.” Henri and Gabriel reciprocated. Eve gave a sincere nod towards Malcolm and they devoured their meal. As cigars were re-lit on the balcony, Eve returned to the TV room and flipped on the television craving something from the real world because it all felt like a dream to her.

“No bodies have been found in the tragic, alleged murders of artist Matt Chapman and his art agent Evelyn Deuchar. Police are investigating the scene and have recovered enough evidence to confirm that an event causing extraordinary blood loss to two different people did occur at Mr. Chapman’s loft this afternoon in Washington, D.C.” Eve felt like she had been shot. Her heart skipped a beat and then murmured its displeasure. She charged out of the room and onto the balcony.

“What happened to Matt? Is he okay?”

“Him? Well, he wasn’t fitting in with my plans, so he’s been retired.” Malcolm turned around to face Henri and Gabriel and continue with his conversation.

“Retired as in to a nice private island with some more supermodel skanks, or—”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes, yes I think I deserve to know.”

“I had him eliminated. Permanently.”

“Oh my God... my God! How could you? He was your friend! Who are you people?” Her tears started to flow before she could try to stop them.

“We’re your new family Evelyn. Now go back inside.” He swiftly pivoted back to his conversation. They took out one of their own, just like that. Henri and Gabriel didn’t even blink. Malcolm was dangerous. Seductive and dangerous. Could she become his u
ltimate dream woman and still maintain control of herself and her life? Did she want to?

She shut herself inside the bathroom. What kind of person was she becoming? She could feel her attraction to Malcolm. It had lodged itself deep in her innermost secret desires. She had no plan of letting go. She wanted what he was too badly. It was more an addiction than an attraction… an Alpha Male addiction. She was scared, but she wanted more. She wanted him completely. She wanted them both on top of this world order, and him wanting her, using her body… all she had to do was stay alive.