A Lesson in Blackmail - Black Mountain Academy

His eyebrows perk. “Who is it?”

“My therapist, Dr. Walker. He um…” I trail off, knowing I signed a non-disclosure agreement and am not supposed to say anything to anyone I wouldn’t be willing to sponsor and vouch for.

“He what, little mouse?” he prompts, and when he sees I’m battling my next words to say, he closes the tiny space between us. “You can trust me, Evelyn. I swear on my life. I want to learn. I want to be good at this, to become the perfect Dom for you. To understand what I am inside.”

I melt against him at the plea in his eyes, and I nod. “Dr. Walker is one of the owners of Club Alias. There’s a process to become a member, but once you are, once you’ve been vetted, then there are classes, private lessons, and therapy sessions you can continue after his initial assessment that can teach you everything you need to know.”

The relief on his face makes me whimper, and I can’t stop myself from reaching up and pushing his dark hair out of his eyes before cupping his cheek. All the worry I had before about him refusing to talk to Doc disappears, and for the first time, I feel like this really might work between us.

He clears his throat and looks at me sternly once again. “Set me up the earliest appointment Dr. Walker has available. Um… any day after 3:30 p.m. works. Actually, any time works. I’ll just get a doctor’s note. The sooner the better,” he says, and I pull my lips between my teeth to keep from giggling at the fact that my Dom is a high school senior.

Of all the men in the BDSM community, some of them the best in the entire world right here in my hometown, I had to have an undeniable connection with an untrained eighteen-year-old.

“I’ll set that up now,” I reply, but when I go to turn around and get my phone, he catches my wrist and hauls me to him.

“Just know the only reason I’m not punishing you right now is because I feel like what you went through while I was gone was punishment enough. But once I learn more about being a proper Dominant, you won’t get away with such disobedience so easily,” he promises, and I melt against him.

“Yes, Mr. Black,” I breathe. And he leans down and kisses me soundly before spinning me around and swatting me on my ass, sending me in the direction of my purse.

It’s all I can do not to giggle like a schoolgirl.Chapter 15NateEvie sent her therapist a text requesting an appointment as soon as possible, and once she told him it wasn’t any type of emergency for her mental health, he set us up for Tuesday at 4:00 p.m. I’d have to miss swim practice, but I knew it would be worth it. This is something I need to do, not only to learn for myself but to prove to Evie how serious I am about all of it, about us.

I spent the night again that night, assuring her my parents wouldn’t be worried, because I told them I was spending the weekend at Alistor’s house. We didn’t have sex again, because I’d worn the poor little thing out, but that didn’t stop me from eating her until she came. I was good and thoroughly obsessed with Evelyn’s pussy.

Seeing as I spent the last two days in the same clothes, on Sunday I got to enjoy watching Evie blush for two hours as I walked around buck-ass naked while my stuff was being washed and dried. I have no shame, and it was amusing seeing her squirm and try not to stare.

We had a long discussion about how things would go after our weekend together. I promised her I wouldn’t tell anyone about us, reiterated the fact that I wouldn’t tell anyone anything about her secret, and was sworn to secrecy about Club Alias. If the place was so important to Evie, then I would make it important to me, so she had nothing to worry about there.

She wondered aloud what it would be like during study hall, now that I know what she looks like naked. I told her that wasn’t so much to worry about, more being the fact that we’d had butt sex. She’d choked on her sip of coffee. But on a more serious note, I told her if we truly wanted to keep us under wraps then I’d have to continue treating her the way I always had in front of everyone. Yet I made it perfectly clear that it would all be an act so not to let her anxiety talk her into it being anything besides that.

In reality though, I have no idea how that will go. Taunting her, intimidating her now that I know the most vulnerable parts of her, that she knows the deepest and darkest parts of me… it just doesn’t feel right. So we’d just have to take all that one day at a time.