Fakemates

Chapter Twenty-Six

Dean

My little Evelyn wanted control. She wanted to punish me for what I put her through and even though I knew she was doing this for different reasons, I couldn't help but react. I've been hard since she sent me the text last night.

I refused to touch myself because I wanted to her see just how hard I was for her. I wanted her to see the fucking power she had over me. She wanted to play my part and I was more than willing to play hers.

If this is what she wanted, I'd give it to her. I even sent her a little gift to help her play her role. It was an 18-carat white gold diamond choker necklace.

She could dominate me, control me, but she would do it while she was wearing a collar that showed who she belonged to.

Me.

I wonder if she would wear it. The good thing is I didn't have to wonder for long. I've been on edge all fucking day waiting for the clock to hit seven. I left the door unlocked for her and I was patiently waiting for her to arrive.

It was six-fifty when I undressed like how she wanted and was now kneeling away from the door. I wonder if this is how she felt when I asked her to kneel and wait for me.

It was like the longer I waited, the more aroused I got. The anticipation of waiting for Evelyn to come and do whatever she wanted with me, had me so hard it fucking hurt.

I heard the sound of the front door opening, then closing. A faint click, then what sounded like heels tapping on the floor and up the staircase.

I closed my eyes, eager to see her, and once I heard my bedroom door open, I let out a shaky breath.

I stayed where I was and kept my head down awaiting her command. I could see red heels in my vision and those alone had my imagination running wild.

"I've been thinking of you all day, wondering if you'd go through with it, and here you are. Kneeling and naked and you're already so hard for me."

"Are you pleased with me, Mistress?" I asked.

Her breathing hitched, and then her heels came even closer to me until she was standing right in front of me. I felt her hand on my head, her fingers playing with my hair.

"Very."

I felt her fingers reach the end of my hair and then I was yanked upwards harshly so I was facing her and fuck I almost came when I saw her. Lips as red and bold as her heels.

Makeup that needed to be smeared. Bright blue eyes held me prisoner as they stared down at me. Her curls were as wild as her, messy, perfect, and up in a high ponytail.

She was in a beige trenchcoat cinched around her waist and I prayed she was naked underneath it.

"You look so beautiful, kneeling like this before me."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Dean, how far are you willing to go?" She asked.

"As far as you're willing to push me, Mistress."

She hummed and I felt her fingernails scrape the back of my neck and I shivered under her touch.

It's been so long.

"You're so pretty all obedient for me." She praised. "Eyes stay on me the entire time." She commanded as she dropped her hands from my head.

She took a step back and I saw her hands undo the sash of her coat. It was with that movement that I saw that she was wearing the necklace I sent her.