Page 25 of Elevating Eve

With a few slow breaths, she forced her racing thoughts and pounding heart to calm. This wasn’t Frank. She could trust him.

Standing as tall as she could, she gave him a sweet, angelic smile. “Wouldn’t you rather skip right to the fun part?” she asked, figuring it was worth a shot. “I’m not even sure I’ve earned a punishment.”

“You most certainly have,” he said with a low chuckle. “And you’re not the only one.” Jonathan pulled his cell out of his pocket, tappingaway at the screen for several seconds. Once he finished, he turned the phone around for her to see.

The text conversation had the name Remy Levene at the top. The small, circular picture showed the Manor’s event planner with his arms wrapped around Zach.

Today 5:14 PM

Your fiancé deserves one hell of a punishment for the shit he pulled today

FFS. What did he do now?

Ask him what I’m pissed about

I’m sure the fucker will be happy to tell you all about it

This should be good

“How else was I supposed to make this happen?” she said, hearing more than a little whine in her voice. She didn’t want a punishment right now—even the kind he just described. She wanted him to finish what he started before she came apart at the seams.

“Oh, I don’t know.” He pocketed the phone, then retrieved her application from the floor. Taking her hand in his, he led her deeper into the dungeon. “You could have—and I’m just spitballing here—talked to me about it.”

Eve huffed out an annoyed breath. “Okay, fair, but every time I tried you changed the subject.”

“Probably should’ve tried harder, then,” he said, stopping in front of something that looked almost like a massage table, with the face rest for her head if she were to lie on it facedown. The “table” part wasshorter and narrower than a real massage table, though, and four smaller padded platforms protruded halfway down the metal legs.

Placing her application on top of a nearby cabinet full of supplies, Jonathan watched her and waited. Gratitude flowed through her that he would let the scene move at her pace.

It took a solid ten seconds longer than it should have for her to figure out what this was. “Oh,” she said, unable to think of anything else to say. Though her body still longed for release, a new heat spread from her core when she pictured herself strapped to this contraption, her ass sticking out and awaiting punishment.

“Your pupils just dilated. You want me to bend you over this spanking bench, don’t you?” His low voice rolled over her like distant thunder, making the hair on her arms stand on end. “You want to know what it feels like to submit to me.”

“Yes, Sir, I do,” she said, practically panting with need.

Without another word, he guided her into place, her torso stretched across the main padded platform and her face gently cradled in the soft, cushioned face rest. He arranged her arms and legs on the four lower platforms, securing her in place with multiple nylon straps. He cinched the straps so tight, she couldn’t move at all.

Her heart pounded away like the rapid-fire beat of a snare drum. Eve always knew she was different. That she longed for things most other people didn’t—things she didn’t even fully know how to define herself. All she knew was that without at least some pain, she couldn’t lose herself in pleasure. Her body would remain unsatisfied, demanding more.

She thought she found what she needed in her last relationship, at least at first. But now she knew how profoundly wrong she’d been.

Eve had never felt like this before. Never felt like every nerve in her body was on high alert, soaking in more sensation than she ever knew possible.

Looping two fingers beneath the satin strings of her panties, Jonathan pulled them down with agonizing slowness, forcing her to feel just how wet they were as they slid down her legs. He left the scraps of satin and lace there around her knees, and she had no idea why that turned her on so much.

“I’m gonna die,” she said, not sure if she was complaining or thanking him.

“Only if you’re very lucky,” he answered. Seconds later, the sound of rustling paper reached her ears.

The application. He was finally taking a proper look at her hard and soft limits.

Please don’t be disappointed.

“Oh, Eve,” he said after a full two minutes. “You and I are going to be fucking perfect together.”

When Jonathan brought the end of a riding crop down on her ass a second later, she burst into tears. Not because it hurt too much. But because it hurt more perfectly than anything she’d ever felt in her life.

“Do you want to use your safeword?” he asked, concern filling his voice.

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