Eve's Evolution (Erotic Secrets No. 1) (5 page)

At home in bed, Eve wondered what was going on in her life. Her career was a mess, her friendships were stalling, but here was Matt. Very sure of everything he ever did and completely sure of her. She realized she had left the tape with him. She worried he would show it to these other women. But, so what? Let them be jealous, she was new, and they were going to be replaced. She didn’t want to share. She decided she wanted Matt all to herself. Matt could fulfill her darkest fantasies, and there was no way another woman was going to get between her and the one area in her life that was working.

“Open it, go ahead,” Matt said. He presented her with a large, black box tied with white silk ribbon.

“I…uhhh...what is it?” Eve puzzled over the strappy object and tried to place where she’d seen it before.

“It’s a chastity belt—a modern version, very comfortable, very safe, not at all medieval like they used to be. I’d like you to wear it for me.”

Matt switched on the sound system; “
Non, je ne regrette rien
,” poured out with Edith Piaf’s wall of emotion etching itself into Eve’s subconscious.

“Very funny,” Eve said, she hummed along with Edith.

“Just putting a little of your humor into the proposal, but with a bit of seriousness too.”

“’Because my life, because my joys, today that beings with you,’” she paused in translating the last of Piaf’s lyrics, “I feel that way…maybe.”

“I’m glad I’ve found you. You’re the total package, and that isn’t easy to find. Beautiful. Intelligent. Lustful.” He gave a little laugh and tugged her chin. “You’re my rare little bird.” He stroked her hair, but she could see he was distracted with the larger issue. “Well, what do you think?”

She felt a gnawing sense of embarrassment and the first twinges of professional responsibility since she’d begun this affair. This was her job, and she had become enmeshed in deep sex games with a client. “This is….different. I’m not sure.” Eve twisted the belt this way and that, sorting out how to be a woman on a daily basis in the device. “It looks doable at least.”

“Well, you need to be sure. This is your choice besides just the belt...it’s the choice of this type of life. Once you start down this road, opening yourself like this to everything life can possibly offer a woman like you, you probably won’t want to go back. Try it for a week if you want.” Matt held the key up to his lips, “Only I hold the key. One week. But if you don’t like it, we stop immediately, okay? It’s off when you come home to me from work, but on whenever you leave my studio. Same goes for the rest. It’s just you and me this week.”

Eve took a deep breath. Her life so far had been anti-climactic at best. Loser boyfriends with pathetic excuses as to their faithlessness and their obsession with women they were never going to have. Her love life had been lacking for years. Her trysts while she was single were the only things that had given her any pleasure, but they were never going to become more than hook-ups. Not exactly a lot to write home about, not that she could write home about this exactly.

“What are you thinking?” Matt interjected. Eve tapped her fingers on her lips, trying to process a million possibilities, a million future possible courses to take. She had to be honest with herself. She’d struggle into middle management at best only to be replaced in another ten years maximum by a younger, cheaper version of herself fresh out of school. Eve decided she should definitely try new things with new people and change the course of her life for good if possible.

“Why not? I’ll try it.” She fit the belt back into the box. It was only a week; it wasn’t a lifetime. She was always so grandiose, she analyzed. This certainly wasn’t for forever. “We’ll start tomorrow, when I go to work.”

“Okay, whatever you say. But I want you here tonight.” He ran his fingers from her shoulders, down over her breasts, and squeezed her waist. “Very exciting, don’t you think?”

She smiled slyly as she ran her hands down over his hard cock. “You dress left, I see. Excited already...what are we going to do with you?”

“I have an idea.” He hiked up her skirt and laid her down on the stairs to the second floor. He quickly unzipped his jeans, “Waiting for this?” He spread her legs apart and entered her roughly. She responded to him, grinding against him, as he looked deep into her eyes. “Get ready for a new life, Eve.”

“Mmmmmore,” she whispered. She felt herself drift away and her eyes roll back in her head. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He cradled her head in his hands, and ran his thumb over her lips. He pumped her faster and the stairway trembled with his weight pressing against her. Eve moaned loudly as he roughly pushed up her shirt and sucked on her nipples.

He laughed gently before he grabbed her hips and rammed his cock into her faster and faster, “You can take it all now, can’t you?” he whispered.

She cried out tired of trying to keep herself under control. He came inside of her, and she felt the rest of the world melt away.

*  *  *  *

It had been a record Sunday in her book. She usually spent them in sweats and a ponytail, showering if forced. Feeling the straps around her waist Monday morning, she couldn’t believe she had agreed, and so easily. Back at work, she flushed pink when she walked through the automated glass doors into the office. She felt like everyone could see it, but no one said anything. She calmly walked to the lunchroom and deposited her lunch, somehow managed to make small talk with the receptionist, and snuck back to her desk afraid of being found out.

“So, good weekend?” Jen peeked over the cubicle wall. They’d been keeping a distance from each other, but Eve was growing tired of it. She decided to ditch the judgment and just go with it; she suddenly had way bigger things on her plate to think about.

“Umm, yeah, yeah, good how about you?”

“You know,” Jen leaned down and whispered, “I stopped. I know it was wrong. It was just stupid.”

“It’s okay. Whatever you do is okay. It’s your life, alright. You just have to make decisions eventually about what you want, but really, we don’t need to talk about it. It’s private, and that’s okay. It’s good to have at least one ally in this office, don’t you think?”

“Yes, yes, definitely.” Jen breathed a little sigh and relaxed her shoulders.

“Really it’s all fine. So, I’m really swamped. Could you take some of these invoices off my plate today?”

“Sure no problem.” Jen staggered away with more invoices than she bargained for, and Eve had her first moment of relief since Jen’s office affair had begun. As she talked to Jen, she completely forgot that she even had the belt on. She ran her fingers over the leather around her waist, hugging her comfortably, and the steel strong between her thighs like Matt was last night.

“Daydreaming again?” Geoff popped into her cubicle unannounced as usual.

“Just going over what I need to do this week and wrap up after the show on Friday.”

“It went well. I just received a call from Mr. Chapman. He was very pleased, and very pleased with you. He asked that you accompany him on a trip in a few months to Europe. I assured him we would get our New York branch to send someone with him, but he was very insistent. Any idea why?”

“No, no idea. We sold every piece, maybe that’s it?” Eve offered, but she knew that wasn’t the reason.

“Hmm. Well, no idea what he sees in you, but he sees something. You’re going.” Geoff walked off before Eve could reply.

“Thanks a lot,” Eve returned under her breath. Another “Smyth attack” had been dumped all over her. His withering stares and nasty verbal assaults were growing very, very old. He felt he could abuse anyone, and had no idea how to really lead an office let alone a company. Anyone that could get out of the firm did and did it quickly. She was wondering if a change was in store for her, but to where? It wasn’t a friendly job market out there, but she didn’t feel she had to take anymore abuse from him now. What had changed in her? Was it Matt? The belt? Simply moving on from Brad the ‘already-married’ idiot? Whatever it was, she liked it.

*  *  *  *

“A Mr. Chapman is on the line for you,” the receptionist smoothly delivered.

“Please send him through.” Eve pressed her lips together and attempted to suppress a smile.

“Vasectomy,” Matt said.

“What?” Eve’s mind whirled. “I, uh, what?”

“I’ve had one. In case you were having any regrets.”

“Oh, I hadn’t even thought of that.” Eve’s hand found its way to her forehead. “I mean, usually—
”

“You don’t need to say anymore. How are you?”

“Well, fine, aside from the usual bullshit,” Eve said.

“That’s good. How is your... new item doing?”

“It’s okay... your second reason for calling. I’m catching on.” Eve turned the color of her crimson blouse. “
We’re
doing fine. Interesting though.”

“Do tell.”

“Yeah, not here.”

“Later?”

“Okay, I can do that.”

“I’m having friends over for dinner. They’d like to meet you.”

“Wow, alright. Yeah, that would be nice.”

“Drinks are around 7:30. Can you make it by then?”

“Definitely.”

“The afternoon courier will bring you something I just picked up for you. I’d love if you’d wear it tonight.”

“Well, we’ll see what it is first.” Eve’s mind began racing with possibilities. Anything see-through was getting a veto. She hadn’t completely changed overnight at least.

“You’ll be pleased...at least that’s what they told me at Saks anyway. See you at 7:30.”

As usual, he hung up first. She was growing used to it, and it was nice in a way. No dithering ‘good bye’s’ or ‘bye bye’... very assured and rather honest.

*  *  *  *

“You must be Evelyn,” said the chestnut-haired gentleman answering Matt’s door.

“Yes, I am, and you are…?”

“I’m Matt’s friend for many years. Come in. We’re all just starting.”

Eve was surprised a man in his early forties answered the door, but she supposed with artists’ that their circles were wider than hers made of assorted old college friends, young colleagues, neighbors, and bartenders. Matt had hired a chef who looked to be mid-way through something that smelled amazing and exotic.

“Lemongrass?”

“Maybe,” he teased, “come upstairs for a second.”
They passed over the stairs where they had passionately clung to each other last night. Seeing the steps sent a chill up her body. “I want you to be comfortable during dinner.” He motioned for her to lift her dress, as he produced a gold key. He knelt in front of her and released her from the belt. He playfully nipped at her stomach, and she batted him away.

“I like the dress,” she said.

“It’s azure like the gulf of Mexico. I need to take you there, so you can see the water. There’s no color like it, really. Sometimes it’s a blue-green too. Have you been?”

“No, I’d love to go though.”

“Maybe this weekend? Do you have to work?”

“No. I’ll have to go back to my apartment to pack though.”

“Of course, whatever you need. Let’s rejoin our guests... after you.” He led her back down the stairs to the rest of the party. Three men were there as guests. One introduced himself as Gabriel and the other as Henri. The chestnut-haired man remained silent.

“So, Henri, Evelyn, or Eve as she likes to be called, yes?” Matt looked at her for approval.

“Yes, of course.” Eve squeezed his hand and returned to her drink.

“Eve likes Edith Piaf, so I thought you might like to serenade her.” Eve shot a panicked look over to Matt. Serenade? She wasn’t one to like being the center of attention. “I insist. Let’s all sit on the couches together that will put Henri on stage so to speak.” Matt guided her over to a
luxurious ivory couch upholstered in fine linen. Henri launched into ‘
Ma vie en rose
,”
and the group burst into applause when he finished
.

“Henri is actually an opera star, but he loves the French torch singers,” Matt added as he stood to applaud and shake Henri’s hand. “Thank you for that.”

“That was absolutely incredible!” Eve stood up to applaud, but was flustered with the attention.

“Okay, so to continue with the entertainment this evening, Gabriel plays flamenco guitar, even though he’s a very mild mannered hotel owner by day. Come on up, Gabriel.” Matt smiled and shook Gabriel’s hand. Gabriel grabbed his guitar, and Eve settled into Matt’s arms. His serenade moved the group, and everyone’s eyes shone with memories of past affairs and current loves as the guitar surged through its chords. Eve’s heart beat faster. She wondered how she could have happened upon this secret paradise. Gabriel finished with a flourish, and Matt was the first up applauding and refilling drinks.

“Dinner is served everyone.” Matt’s chef motioned for everyone to move to the dining table. The chef laid out an exquisite Thai meal in several courses, but it was available to all the guests in whatever portions they chose and whenever they wanted them, which Eve thought was a good approach.