Mastered(81)

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The sincerity in his voice made her melt, and she suddenly felt eager for him to begin. She wanted to experience every single thing he’d promised. She twisted and squirmed restlessly, her body already going up in flames at mere words. How much more intoxicating would it be when he put into action those things he’d promised her?

It earned her another smack on her plump ass, something he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, he’d acted nothing but approving of her body, imperfect as it was. She had a smaller waist, but it was far from flat and it was squishy in places, much like her breasts. But her hips flared, giving a rounded shape that seemed almost out of proportion to her waist and even her breasts. And her backside was plump, too plump for Evangeline’s liking, which was why she rarely wore form-fitting clothing.

The only problem was that since Drake had prearranged most of the clothing she had purchased, it had nearly all been form-fitting and what he considered sexy on her.

Nothing he’d said, either verbally or in his body language, suggested he found anything wrong with her “plumpness.” Evangeline’s girlfriends rolled their eyes and reprimanded her every time she used the word plump when describing herself, but what was the use in lying to herself? She had a mirror and she could see she was not what society viewed as the perfect woman. And Drake, who could have much more desirable women with the flick of his fingers, had chosen her and grew angry when she downplayed her assets or lack thereof, and he very bluntly told her it was bullshit.

And then she remembered that night when he’d said in a very straightforward manner that in no way appeared to be him saying stuff to placate her, that the other women had treated her as they did because they weren’t as beautiful as Evangeline, and that hers was a natural beauty that most women spent hundreds of thousands of dollars chasing but could never achieve what Evangeline had been gifted with naturally.

How on earth was she supposed to react to that?

She knew she wasn’t ugly, but neither was she anything earth-shattering. She was simply average. In between. And yet Drake saw her differently. It was there in his eyes when he watched her, unaware that she studied him covertly. For whatever reason, he was attracted to her, and furthermore, she had a hard time believing he did all the things he’d done for her in their very short acquaintance that he regularly did with his other women.

He’d ensured that her friends and family were taken care of because he hadn’t wanted her to have that worry any longer. He wanted her to relinquish all control and cede ultimate power to him. God, she liked—no, loved—the thought of that way more than she should as an independent woman well used to providing for herself and her family with no help from anyone.

Drake’s voice broke into her contemplation, a bite to his voice.

“Are you here with me, Evangeline? Because if there’s something else you have to be doing, by all means don’t let me keep you.”

She blinked and turned as much as she could so she could look at him, and she nearly flinched at the undisguised anger in his voice.

Shit. She’d checked out on him, and she doubted anyone ever made that mistake.

“I was thinking,” she said softly, honestly. She knew no other way to be, even to her detriment.

“About?” he prompted in an icy tone. “Because when I’m fucking you, I better be the only goddamn thing on your mind or we have a serious problem here.”

“I was thinking about how beautiful you make me feel,” she said, her voice so sincere he couldn’t possibly think she was being deceitful. “I’ve never felt beautiful before. Not until you. It’s an unnerving sensation and yet it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world. And . . .”#p#分页标题#e#

She paused, but Drake was still looking at her, though his expression had lost the iciness and anger.

“And,” he said, more gently than before.

“That while I already acknowledged to myself that I trust you, on an emotional level, I realized here and now when you could do anything to me you wanted, that I’m utterly powerless and helpless tied up, in your bed, and that I’m no match for you physically, that I know you won’t hurt me. I know that, Drake.”

He looked bemused, as though he didn’t know how to respond to her impassioned statement.

“I’m sorry if it appeared I wasn’t paying attention to you,” she said quietly. “All I was thinking about was you and the anticipation of what you will do to me. I don’t want you to hold back, Drake. You were right. I am stronger than I appear and I won’t run screaming from your apartment because you show me everything you’ve told me will eventually happen. I want the real you and everything you can offer me both physically and emotionally.”