A/N: Mature content.

Fuck, I should not have kissed Evan. Why did I do that?

Fuck, again and again, I get lost in the moment.

My chest heaved with a loud sigh and my leather skirt groaned over the gray leather on Evan's passenger's seat. With just one glance around the spotless, sleek interior, I knew his car cost more than an entire year's rent for my apartment.

After a lot - a lot - of inner arguments, I asked Evan to drive me home after our dumpster tryst. The reason I gave him was that I wanted to change my clothes and grab some 'toys,' but I wasn't sure I actually wanted the guy to know where I lived. So I settled for directions to the apartment building next to mine, walked in between, and assured Evan I came right back.

Fucker followed me.

Of course he did.

"Evan..." I warned the giant puppy's steps behind me. "I'm fine. Stay here."

His blonde eyebrows drew together as he lifted his gaze over my shoulder. "You're fine but he's not."

My head turned and shoulders dropped at the sight of Jonah, who stood in front of my apartment complex.

"Guess I didn't punch him hard enough," Evan muttered and brushed past me.

"Oh no! Evan!" I reached out and clasped both my hands over his right one. The gesture would have looked romantic except for the way I tugged him backwards and he marched like his ass was on fire.

"Don't," I begged and dug in my boot heels, which just earned me his giant arm slung around my waist.

Oh no. Not the pretend for show -

From where Jonah stood leaning against the wall outside the stairs up to my apartment door, his brown eyes widened as Evan hauled me closer. As Evan's showery-fresh scent, now mixed with a faint, musky perspiration hit my nose, Jonah's brown eyes darkened as we approached. While I wanted to have felt some sympathy for the dark purple bruise that outlined his left eye socket... I really didn't.

"The fuck do you want," Evan snarled out, in a sharp, biting, possessive tone that throbbed straight in between my thighs.

My lady bits were already oversensitive, puffy and satisfied from two dumpster-blindspot orgasms Evan had redeemed himself with. Jonah was a master of control, which had originally drawn me to him, but I'd never been with someone as strong as Evan.

I wasn't sure what to expect but was shocked with the way my body slipped right into submission when his fingers plunged inside me. They reached a lot farther than mine and he worked me over like a man possessed by the simple fact he wanted... my body under his control. He talked, a lot more than I was used to, but every 'Good girl' pulsed excitement through me, raised goosebumps over my skin, and washed an unexpected and very confusing sense of reassurance through me.

With the right training, he could - no, no, he couldn't. This is a one-time ego do-over, Dee.

He's not... He's butting right into my personal business.

"I just wanted to see if it was real," Jonah grumbled out, his eyes fixed on me like Evan didn't tower over him in all dimensions of human anatomy.

"It is," Evan snapped and tugged me flush against his rock-hard side.

I really need to see those abs - no, I don't. I need the toxic ex gone.

"Not from you." Jonah's eyes narrowed into thin slits at Evan, then flicked over and met mine with a heated gaze that at one point would've turned me on. Instead, a chill ran down my spine and I pressed myself tighter against Evan's large frame. "From Delilah."

My hand patted in the center of Evan's hard chest and I glared at Jonah. "It is. Go back to your family, Jonah."

His hands flashed up. "Fine." With a string of curse words, he turned and walked out to the parking lot. Right when his hand brushed over my arm, he quietly added, "Good luck with your downgrade, Dee Dee."

Evan's hand clutched around Jonah's wrist before I realized the big guy next to me had even moved. "Do I need to hit you harder?"

His low voice vibrated onto the top of my head and heat that rose off him in a stifling and overpowering way that reminded me of LA's sidewalks in the summer.

This is too much.

Embarrassment that Evan not just witnessed this exchange but also manhandled Jonah closed my eyes for a few breaths. By the time I opened them, Evan's blue-gray eyes glared down at me and Jonah's back retreated across the parking lot.

"Get your shit," Evan muttered and nodded at my apartment door.

"Now wait a minute." I pushed myself off his pillar of warmth. "After that peacock fluffing, I'm not going anywhere but into bed and under my covers."

Technically, I was headed for the shower first, but Evan didn't need to know that.

"Peacocks are territorial and protective," he replied dryly and flipped his eyes up to where Jonah had slunk away. "So, just for tonight, go get your shit. I don't want that shitstain coming back and bothering you."

"I..." My shoulders slumped under the weight of his stubbornness. "Fine. But you wait down here."

"Fine." He spat back and positioned himself at the bottom of the steps, arms crossed and chest puffed up like some kind of fucking bouncer.

Unbelievable... I'm surprised he doesn't pee on the side of the stairs.

"Get my shit..." I muttered quietly and stomped upstairs. After a quick check that Evan stayed put, I walked down the hallway and unlocked my apartment.

After I clicked on the lights, I shuffled my feet around my apartment. "Fucking ridiculous."

Irritation at Evan's caveman-like insistence, from a guy who was a damn near stranger, inspired my choice of retribution options. From within my closet, I grabbed the first black lace my fingers touched, then pulled out my leather chest of harder core toys. Once inside, I grabbed a splitter bar, some padded handcuffs, a small gag, and an unopened set of anal beads.

Hate to use them first on Evan but if he's not careful then these are going right up his ass.

"Let's see if your nipples like these, Evan..." I smirked and grabbed a set of cloverleaf nipple clamps. While they were attached to a clit clip, I was more than okay if that one dangled over Evan's abdomen while I tugged until his nipples turned purple and he begged me for relief.

Just the thought sent a rush of excitement through me and I blinked my eyes until it disappeared.

He has no idea what he's in for tonight.

The problem was I also wasn't entirely sure what to expect but packed up my bag with all the overnight and morning after essentials and slammed the closet door behind me.

"Look at me," I commanded in a chilly tone.

Evan's stormy blue-gray eyes ran from my black leather ankle boots and up the black lace stockings attached to my black lace thong. My still-small breasts were pushed up as much as possible in a black lace bra courtesy of an uncomfortable underwire. I'd left my hair in its messy bun from earlier and fixed as stern of an expression on my face as possible.

His throat bobbed under the heat that poured out from my gaze, which flooded a mix of want and frustration in his. Just the sight of him throbbed my pussy with heat, like I didn't know which part of him that I wanted to play with first.

Can't believe he willingly was up for this either but I'm not complaining.

Evan knelt on his bedroom floor, his ankles bound by the spreader bar, wrists cuffed behind him, completely naked, and at my disposal. A layer of perspiration broke out over his skin, which highlighted his ridiculously cut torso. Jutted up between his meaty thighs was a fully sprung erection, red, skin stretched tight, and a tiny glisten of precum lined up in his center slit.

Which I really want to lick off but...

"Explain yourself," I spat out at Evan. He wasn't really in trouble or receiving a punishment, I just wanted to test his earlier honesty declaration. "What was that boyfriend shit with Jonah about?"

"Uhh..." he mumbled quietly and tightened his jaw. "I like you?"

A small snort strangled itself in my throat. "Why?"

"I have no fucking idea," he muttered but kept his eyes glued on mine. "But it's ninety percent sexual, promise."

The pulse of heat between my thighs appreciated the odd response, almost like a compliment towards the chemistry that had driven me nearly folded over in half behind a fucking trash dumpster while he railed into me from behind.

My index finger dipped under his chin and I studied my reflection in his enlarged pupils. "What's the ten percent?"

His eyes averted mine but he held his chin still. "I'm not ready to admit that yet. You're not my normal type, Delilah but..."

My voice softened, to an almost wistful, breathless tone, "But what?"

With a snap up of his eyes, his voice hardened with determination, "I feel differently for you. I can't fucking explain it and it frustrates me, so fucking much."

I knelt down so his knees sandwiched mine, and brushed my hard kneecap bones against the heat of his inner thighs. With a slight lean forwards, I skimmed my breasts over his chest until my lips stopped right at his left ear lobe. "Do you feel this?"

"Mmm..." he hummed as I sank my teeth down into the soft flesh.

My nipples tightened against the lace that separated them from his chest, a hard wall of heat I pressed them into. Even knelt down and bounded, he towered over me.

I grazed the tip of my index finger over the small line of his center slit, then gently pushed my finger against it and pressed small pulses into the opening. The cords in his neck tightened into definition as his jaw clenched and his cock twitched at first contact, then lengthened under my teasing finger. "Feel this?"

He nodded tightly, so I clenched my hand around his shaft, right under the head, and thumbed semicircles over the soft, sensitive nerves. A low moan rumbled through his chest, which curled up the corners of my mouth. As I swiped over his head with windshield wiper-like sweeps of my thumb, tension tightened his shoulders. With a soft groan, his arms tugged on the restraint that kept his hands down near his ass.

Part of me still couldn't believe how willingly he'd gotten himself into this position. In fact, he seemed... beyond aroused.

Just don't get me started on the fact he's got like twenty roommates and I'm ninety-nine percent sure this is a fucking frat house.

Upon first sight, and entrance, of this smelly, oddly Greek letter-less house, I was greeted with a half-assed hand raise from Beanie Boy. He had a rope of red licorice hanging out of his mouth while he reclined on a sofa with what looked like a World War 2 movie on.

I seriously hope he's watching Saving Private Ryan and not Saving Ryan's Privates.

"That's Griff," was all Evan offered before he yanked me upstairs so hard that I was surprised he hadn't ripped my arm out of its socket.

Evan's bedroom was a typical bachelor's space, minimal furniture and smelled like dirty laundry and slight perspiration. He had more than enough open space on the floor, so I'd laid out a few options on his bed and told him to pick what he wanted me to try on him. His eyes had flickered with interest and honestly the last option I'd expected was the spreader bar restraint but he'd chosen it.

Once he was positioned in place and answered my question, my head dropped and I latched my lips around his left nipple. Evan's groan flowed down into my ears and surged my blood faster through my veins. His already pink nipple tightened into a hard point as I clenched my teeth around it and sucked hard. With a slight pull back, I tugged it then released it, the bump red, raised, and slicked over with saliva.

Sweat dotted Evan's brow and his hands pulled on the restraints again, so I leaned over and dragged my tongue over the sensitive nub, raised up and flushed red. With softer, gentler movements, I licked and sucked it until he moaned again.

My hand never moved from its grip. I tightened my thumb and index finger like a cock ring choked around his head. Beads of precum slipped out his center slit, even dribbled down to my knuckles, but I held my hand steady and moved to his right nipple.

His abdominal muscles clenched into a stacked pile of ridges as I grinded my teeth, bit, sucked, and licked until his hips and shoulders squirmed and hot pants sounded over me. Some guys weren't into nipple play but Evan's spine shuddered under the rush of adrenaline and endorphins that no doubt surged through him, both from the teasing and anticipation of what I prepped him for.

Once both his nipples were sufficiently red and swollen with sensitivity, I reached over and held up the nipple clamps into his line of vision. The intricate metal pattern reminded me slightly of handcuffs. This model wasn't the most comfortable, so I explained, "They pinch harder the more your nipples get stretched, so just let me know if at any point it's too much."

My fingers threaded down the center chain and I held up the clit clamp. "Obviously not using this part on you."

A smirk curled up his mouth. "You can wear that end."

I patted his cheek with my free hand, which pressed the cold metal chain into his skin. "Not this time, big guy. Still want this?"

"I do," he shot back with a level of determination that pooled heat in between my legs.

"Little pinch..." I murmured, dropped his cock for a moment, and fastened one clamp on his right side. He flinched but otherwise stayed in place. My eyes studied his and found fully blown out pupils, his lips parted slightly and chest heaved.

That's just one.

"Second pinch." My fingers attached the second clip, then I looked back and forth between them for any signs of pinching and discomfort.

His nipples turned a darker red, but they shouldn't have hurt a lot at this stage. The real pain came when they were removed, when blood rushed back into the confined space. And I set a ten minute timer on my phone, just to start.

With a slight shift back, I sat on my heels and inspected him. I wasn't into degradation kink, but the clit chain I held in my hand reminded me of a leash. My fingers opened and I released it, which bounced against his abdomen and offered a slight tug on the clamps.

Once he seemed comfortably uncomfortable, I smirked down at the sight of his cock. Red, jutted straight up like an arrow pointed at his navel, precum dribbled out the end.

His cock throbbed against my hand's resumed grip. His head tipped slightly back, like he offered up the column his throat. It bobbed as he gulped when my lips pressed into the center of his throat, then latched on and sucked hard.

Evan's reaction was instantaneous, his upper body jolted and shoulders muscles strained like he wanted to break out of his restraints. More precum dribbled out of him, one beaded drop rolled over my fingers at a time, but I fisted him tight.

"You like these?" I hooked my other hand's index finger around the chain that joined the clamps.

His head leveled and he shot me a strained look, so I tugged gently for a response. Honestly, my palm clutched around him started to cramp up at this point, but I ignored it and searched his expression for any reaction.

"Ahh... fuck, yes," he groaned out and squeezed his eyes under the additional strain from the clamps.

"Good," I murmured and tugged gently again, which sent a flush of red over his chest. His pulse throbbed in his neck, so I dragged my lips down the protruded vein and finally pumped my hand down.

"Promise I didn't forget about this." I stroked my hand down his shaft, slowly and teasingly.

His hips bucked upwards on my next pump, so I stroked harder and built up heat around my palm. He moaned and flexed his hips with each stroke as just my hand pleasured him. The moans increased in volume and intensity the harder I tugged him off and brought shivers through me. I hadn't heard a man's moan in years but it was deep, warm, and full of want. His chest expanded, his lower back arched, and sweat glistened his skin under the sensations I drove into him.

"When you come, I'm going to take one off," I warned him. "It'll be a surge of pressure and a pinch of pain."

Once his cock swelled up and throbbed in my hand, I reached up and tugged on his chain. The simple tug tore a loud groan from his lips and he came hard. Hot, white fluid surged up over my hand, so I reached up and detached his left clamp.

"Fuck!" he rasped out and twitched as blood rushed into his nipple.

"That's one, I'm taking off the second now, Ev." Since he came hard, I squeezed his cock upwards and milked him in a hopeful distraction. Once he exhaled hard, I released the second nipple, which released another cursed word and his chest pitched forwards. His cock twitched again and remnants of his release spilled over my hand, his thighs, even onto the floor.

"Steady." I palmed his chest with my free hand, then softly rubbed over his sensitive nipples with my clean hands' fingers. His entire face and pec muscles flamed bright red. Tiny dots of purple flushed into where the clamps sat, so I leaned over and gently stroked my tongue over the sensitive skin.

Evan groaned and tugged his arms again, which drew my eyes up as I switched sides. After I dragged my tongue over his other peak, I reached my clean hand around him. "Want these off?"

He nodded silently, so I unfastened the wrist cuffs first, then his ankles. I grabbed a nearby damp towel and wiped off my hand, then cleaned between his thighs and his genitals. His shoulders rolled forwards and he rubbed each wrist. I stood up to throw the towel in his laundry basket, but his hands grabbed the back of my head.

The sheer force he slammed his lips against mine left me slightly bruised and dizzy-headed. His tongue plunged right inside and stroked hard over the palate of my mouth. I whimpered softly into the kiss, which he swallowed and practically fucked my mouth with his. By the time he pulled back, we both were breathless.

"Thank you," he rasped out and looked up at me, his eyes beaming brightly.

"Right," I breathed out and smiled at his sweaty but sated state. His eyes held their brightness and his skin practically fucking glowed. My shoulders slumped and I mumbled, "Sorry, I'm kinda shitty at aftercare, Evan."

My comment drew a smirk across his face. "I doubt you could lift me up anyways."

"Probably not," I admitted and ran my fingers through my bangs. "Umm... Not to state the obvious but you should take a shower, Evan."

"Wanna join me?" His eyebrows wiggled. "I'll return the favor, that was fucking-"

"No, I'll just, umm... wait here," I offered, then grabbed what I thought was my phone off his bed.

It buzzed in my hands when I turned it on but not with messages that I recognized.

Allie 💕: Missing your giantass cock! When is the next playtime?

Sam 💕: ^^ What she said! Miss you Evan!!

Whitney: Sorry I couldn't meet up today. Tomorrow? 😘

What the STD... This is just his locked screen. How many are there?

My throat squeezed tighter than when Evan choked me in the parking lot. My eyes raised to where he grabbed a fresh set of clothes from his dresser. I took a slow, deep breath then ran my eyes over the dips and bulges of his back muscles, which rippled as he shut his drawer.

Before he turned around, I tossed his phone back onto the bed and pocketed mine. More hesitancy than I was comfortable with seeped into my voice, "Hey... Evan? How many girls are you seeing right now?"

His eyes shifted over his shoulder. "I'm not dating anyone right now, Dee."

While earlier the sound of that nickname in his voice flushed me full of arousal, now it turned my stomach like I was going to be sick. The obvious deflection narrowed my eyes until the details in his muscular back blurred.

With a slight cough, I corrected my question, "Evan, how many girls are you sleeping with right now?"

"Including you?" His reply stabbed me right in the center of my chest and I fought the urge that I rubbed over the sore spot. He turned around and with zero hesitancy or tiny hint of remorse, answered, "Four."

"Oh fuck," I whisper-cursed and slid my eyes closed.

He really is a fuckboy.

"I said I'd be honest but you wouldn't always like it." His long legs closed the gap between us quickly and his hands, which earlier had driven me straight into orgasm station, now clutched my hips tightly. "Delilah, I haven't felt -"

"Forget I asked," I muttered and stepped back from this wasted effort. "It doesn't matter."

I'd like to say that I can't believe it but it's more like fuck, why didn't I believe it?

With a quick turn so he didn't see the tears that burned the corners of my eyes, angry tears more directed at myself than him because, fuck, I knew he was that way and still slept with him, I bent over and grabbed a tube of cream from my bag. The container was actually just nightly face cream but I offered it up with a lie, "Spread this on your nipples afterwards. It... will help soothe them."

"Right." His long fingers wrapped over mine as he took the container and concern flickered into his eyes. Doubt flashed through his eyes as his other hand's fingers tapped his temple. "You'll... still be here when I get back, right? Because I have all kinds of ideas up here."

"Of course." My eyes stayed averted and I flashed what I hoped looked like a convincing smile, although mentally I already retraced my streets and estimated a thirty minute walk home.

Evan shook his head, grabbed a towel, and flung it and his clothes over his bare shoulder. My butt sank down with a sigh while he exited and closed the door behind him. I breathed through six painful throbbed heart beats, then grabbed my overnight bag and packed it quickly. Once done, I stuck my head out his door and peered through the hallway.

Every door was completely closed, so I grabbed my shoes in one hand and tore out of the house as fast as my feet carried me. The downstairs blurred under my hot tears but I rushed faster, two steps at a time, until the cold night air washed over the embarrassment that flamed my damp cheeks.

With quick hands, I slipped on my shoes, gripped my bag's handles tightly, and tore off down the street. Shame pushed me faster, so I broke out into a sprint with the hopes I disappeared before Evan even knew I was gone.