Falling In (The Surrender Trilogy 1)
Chapter 41
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me . . .
Lucian’s sisters hung around for two days. Isadora stayed at the house, but Antoinette returned home each night after Lucian declared that there was no way she and her boyfriend Peter were sharing a bed under his roof. On the last day they were there, Jamie showed up. Jamie wasn’t his jovial self around Lucian’s younger sister. He studied her with an intensity much like the way Lucian watched her. Evelyn observed them with interest. So did Peter, yet he seemed a little insecure about what everyone saw between Toni and Jamie.
Isadora was even more beautiful in person than she was in the picture Evelyn had seen. While Antoinette was a fiery ball of energy in a package of curves and dimples, Isadora was a willowy, elfin creature with skin as silky as rose petals and eyes as dark as sin. She definitely seemed the matriarch of the siblings, and it was interesting watching her tease Lucian the way no one else could.
Although they were probably one of the wealthiest families in the world, an outsider would never be able to tell by their easy manner. Evelyn’s nervousness disappeared the moment Isadora grasped her in a tight hug and welcomed her to the family. She failed to inform her that her greeting was a bit presumptuous and found herself falling into a cozy little world of make-believe.
The day after Christmas, she visited Pearl. Her mother still looked quite ill. She was lethargic and quiet and barely sat up when Evelyn knocked on her door. Evelyn gave her one of the sweaters Lucian had given her for Christmas, but Pearl didn’t acknowledge the gift. Her blinking eyes stared into nothingness as Evelyn made small talk.
The hollow welcome left her cold and heartsick. When they returned to the estate, greeted again by Lucian’s sister, it was a welcome distraction. Perhaps with time, her mother would forgive her.
Evelyn was sad to see Lucian’s family go, but also anxious to have Lucian back all to herself. As he closed the door behind them, he smiled at her. They had made love tenderly and quietly over the past few days. It was nice, but she missed the intensity they usually shared.
He faced her after locking the door behind his sisters. “I want you to go upstairs, remove your clothing and wait for me on the bed.” She shivered and quickly moved to do as he instructed.
Lucian entered the room a short time later, carrying three small gifts in his hand. She inwardly groaned at the thought of more presents.
“Open this,” he instructed as he placed a gift on the bed.
She did. “It’s a blindfold.”
“Correct. Now open the other two.”
The second package jangled when she shook it. After unwrapping the paper, she lifted the lid and found two leather cuffs attached by a long chain. She swallowed.
“And the last,” he instructed.
She peeled back the paper carefully and found a bottle of liquid. She looked at the label. “What is it?”
“Oil.”
Evelyn knew what the oil was for immediately and her heart quickened as blood rushed to her cheeks.
“You have several more gifts like this downstairs,” he said. “Each night I’ll give you three to open and you’ll choose which one we’ll use. Choose now, Evelyn.”
Her fingers traced over the soft leather of the cuffs and the soft satin of the eye mask. She picked up the oil and looked at him.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded.
“Tell me your safe word.”
“Checkmate.”
“Lie back.”
Her legs uncurled from beneath her and the soft bedding pressed into her back. She heard the whisper of Lucian removing his clothes.
“Spread your legs for me,” he said.
He still remained off the bed. She looked up at the chandelier hanging above her and drew her knees apart.
“Open yourself so I can see you.”
Her fingers reached for her sex and she opened her slit. She was already wet.
“Whose pussy is that, Evelyn?”
“Yours.”
“Very good, Evelyn. And whose tits?”
“Yours, Lucian.”
“And after tonight, who will own your ass?”
“You will, Lucian.”
He grumbled his approval. “Make yourself come. You have two minutes.”
Her fingers closed over her clit and she rubbed in fast, tight circles. Her body tightened. She replayed Lucian’s words in her head, his commanding tone echoing in her mind and her sex clenched. The orgasm was quick and slight, nothing like the releases she experienced at Lucian’s hand. She understood its purpose, however. The sharp release eased some of her tension and helped her relax.
“Very good.”
The bed dipped, and Lucian’s mouth latched onto her nipple. He sucked hard and released the tip with a pop. He repeated the action on her other breast, then climbed over her torso, straddling her. He was naked. His weight sunk into her and she felt deliciously restrained.
“Open.”
Her lips parted and he leaned forward. His cock pressed into her mouth hard and fast. He took her wrists and held them above her hands. Her back arched slightly, lifting her breasts. He thrust several times in quick succession, and then withdrew and scooted back.