The Secret Life of a Submissive and Bonds of Love: 2-book BDSM Erotica Collection. Sarah K

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СКАЧАТЬ twenty-four. Really tiny, attractive.’ Max smiled.

      ‘Eva was nothing like any of the girls I‘d gone out with before. She liked a drink, and dancing – and she loved sex. I’d come from a small town in the south-east, where nice girls just didn’t, so that was one big difference. I couldn’t believe my luck.

      ‘We’d meet up after work – she’d got a little flat near the railway station. We’d do the usual stuff: there were a couple of bars, nightclubs, we’d have a few beers, go dancing, drinking, go back to her place.

      ‘Her flat was on the top floor above a row of shops; it was one big room with a shower and toilet off the stairs, all the usual stuff, but the first thing you noticed when you went in was a huge carved four-poster bed.

      ‘God knows where it came from or how old it was. Eva told me it had been there when she moved in. The only way her landlord would have been able to get it downstairs would have been to saw it into pieces, so she told him to leave it. We used to camp out on it, use it as a sofa, as a picnic table, somewhere to watch TV from. Sex, fun, music …

      ‘Her flat was above a delicatessen. She was so foreign.’

      ‘And exciting?’ I said.

      Max nodded. ‘Total culture shock. Anyway, we’d been seeing each other for a couple of months. My best mate, Charlie, was dating Eva’s best friend, Greta. We’d all got the weekend off and we’d been planning to do something all together, but at the last minute Greta got called in to work and Charlie said he didn’t want to play gooseberry, so there was just Eva and me.

      ‘When I met her at the bus stop she said that there was somewhere she wanted to take me. I didn’t really mind where we went as long as I was with her and we ended up back at her place.’

      Max smiled. ‘She was built like a boy, with short, spiky, white-blonde hair, long skinny legs and the biggest greenest eyes you’ve ever seen. And she was dynamite between the sheets. She was the most uninhibited person I’d ever met – not that I had been out with that many in my short romantic career. Eva was always up for it, full on, all the time, as far as I could make out.

      ‘She was incredibly vocal, liked to bite and was bossy. Very bossy. I’d never come across anyone like her before. I’d be in bed with her and she would tell me what she wanted: “Hold my hands down, tighter – now fuck me faster, faster. That’s it and touch me there – just there …” If I didn’t do it right she’d take my hands and show me exactly what it was she wanted, and when she didn’t get it she was only too happy to do it herself.

      ‘Up until then the only sex I’d ever had was fumbling around in the dark in the back of a car or in the sports pavilion. Just getting it was enough without thinking about technique.’

      Max laughed. ‘I’ve got this memory of her, naked except for leather riding boots and bright red lipstick, showing me exactly how she liked to be stroked. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I’m amazed we didn’t get ourselves arrested, some of things we got up to.

      ‘She used to tell me I was too British, too uptight; she was probably right.

      ‘I’d been seeing someone back home called Nola. I wasn’t that serious about our relationship, but I knew she was. We’d known each other since we were at primary school. Everyone, including our families, was expecting that eventually we’d settle down and get married. She was as steady as a rock, Nola, and she wanted us to get engaged and save up for a house. She used to write to me every week, telling me all about her job in Boots and how all the family were doing.

      ‘Nola was the kind of girl that good boys want to settle down with. She drew the line at French kissing and a bit of heavy petting. Her mum and dad were really strict and she was the same: she thought that nice girls didn’t have sex before marriage and barely tolerated it afterwards. She thought that we should wait until we were married before going “the whole way”, whereas Eva could barely wait until we got out of the bus station.’

      Max laughed again and shook his head. ‘So anyway one weekend, I’d got it into my head we were going to have a few beers and head back to Eva’s flat, but she’d got other plans. She said that she had a place she wanted to show me. Her English was really good, and she had a funny gravelly voice, and I was totally smitten: I’d have followed her anywhere – anything to keep her sweet. After all, we’d got the whole weekend and I didn’t want her getting mad with me.’

      Max grinned at me. ‘And so we headed to a bar in the town centre where we had gone the first time we met. I remember saying, “Is this it? We’ve been here before …”

      ‘Eva shook her head. “No, of course it isn’t. Be patient,” she said.

      ‘So we got a table and ordered. Apparently it was too early to go wherever she wanted to take me. But it felt like something was going on. She seemed off, edgy, distracted and excited, her eyes working the room, wandering around the bar, glancing up at the clock, watching people come and go as if she was waiting for something to happen. It was nerve-racking. I kept wondering what the hell I was getting myself into.

      ‘The beers didn’t take the edge off the mood. I kept wondering if I was being set up. There were plenty of stories about honeytraps and guys getting mugged after following some woman down a dark alley, but I kept thinking: if I was going to get rolled, surely they wouldn’t have waited two months to do it? Maybe it was something else; maybe Eva was planning to dump me. Maybe she had met someone else.

      ‘I found myself watching the door, watching Eva, watching the people coming in and out of the bar. By the time we left at around eleven I was ready for just about anything. And I wasn’t expecting anything good.

      ‘We grabbed a cab and headed across town. The taxi dropped us at the bottom of the steps that went down into an alley, and it was packed, buzzing with people all on a Friday night out. There were bars and nightclubs with people spilling out of the open doorways; we had to squeeze our way between them.

      ‘I was hanging back, waiting for whatever it was to kick off, till Eva got hold of my arm and pushed her way through. We made our way down the alley to a club. Bouncers look much the same the world over, and there were two big guys in standard dark jeans and leather jackets on the door. As we walked up to them, one of them grinned and touched his cap, and Eva saluted.

      ‘I asked how they knew her. She said she was a regular and that it was one of her favourite places and that she worked there sometimes.

      ‘I asked her why we hadn’t gone there before and she just grinned and said that she had needed to know me a bit better before sharing all her secrets.

      ‘“What secrets?” I asked.

      ‘She giggled and tapped the side of her nose. “Soon,” she said, “soon. Relax, it’s nothing bad …”

      ‘Anyhow, we joined the queue. There was no name above the club door, no sign; everything looked normal. The only thing that struck me as odd was that lots of punters in the queue were wearing long coats – it was a warm evening, so that was strange – and a lot of the others were carrying holdalls.

      Eva had a maxi coat on but she almost always wore it.

      ‘We got to the front desk and there were two huge middle-aged women on the front desk taking the money. They looked liked drag queens: heavy make-up, low-cut tops, smoking like trains. It was obvious that they knew Eva, and while they were saying their hellos the pair of them kept eyeing me СКАЧАТЬ