Evelyn 22 - Tame You

Elijah arrived home when Evelyn finally texted him back.

Evelyn: Are you sure?

Elijah: I am

Evelyn: Ok, thank you. For everything.

Elijah: Always :) Looking forward to Wednesday

Evelyn: Me too

And that was it. Elijah assumed he wouldn't hear anything more about it for a few days, so he put it behind him. He walked into the main lobby of his apartment building, went up three flights of stairs, and unlocked his front door, pushing it hard when it stuck. Ryan was in the living room, playing a game on the TV. He waved lazily as Elijah passed the couch.

“Welcome back,” he said.

“Thanks,” Elijah said. Ryan glanced at him.

“How’s Val and Jackie?”

“They’re good, man, just trying to decide on this next rollout. How was work?”

“I’m still technically clocked in,” Ryan said. Cursing as his tank exploded.

Elijah smirked. “Aren’t you afraid of being fired?”

Ryan shrugged.

“I don’t know, maybe. Guess I don’t care. Is Evelyn coming over today?”

Ryan had been asking that a lot lately.

“No, not today,” Elijah said.

Ryan sighed.

“Alright. Well, when you see her, tell her I found this cool Sweeny figurine she might like.”

Elijah laughed. He knew Ryan meant well, but it was obvious he was head over heels for Evelyn.

“Will do, man. You want to order food later?”

“Sure, tacos?”

“That works for me.”

“Can you put the order in? I’m in a tournament right now, I cannot stop,” Ryan spoke matter-of-factly, gaze fixated on the screen as a line of tanks moved across an open field, artillery dropping around them.

“For sure,” Elijah said, walking to his room and closing the door behind him. He worked at his desk for a while, coming up with different marketing strategies Val and Jackie could use for their upcoming product launch. As he finished drafting out a few video scripts, his phone buzzed.

He looked down and saw it was Ivan.

Heart racing, Elijah picked up his phone slowly and answered.

"Good evening," Ivan said.

"Ivan," Elijah replied.

“We haven’t had much time to talk, have we?”

“Can’t say we have.”

“Mmmm, well, we may be talking a lot more soon.”

Elijah grit his teeth. “Is that right?”

He heard Ivan laugh through the speaker.

"I assume Evelyn has told you about our arrangement?"

Elijah stopped and stared at his door. The walls in his apartment were paper-thin, and he didn't want Ryan to hear any part of this conversation.

"Give me a second," he said.

"Sure, take your time," Ivan replied.

Elijah put his phone on hold and walked back into the living room. Ryan stared at him in confusion as he passed.

"You forget something?" he asked.

"Yeah, forgot to run an errand. I'll be back in a few," Elijah said as he slipped on his shoes.

"Okeydoke. Later, man." Ryan said, returning to his game.

Elijah quickly rushed back to his car, sat in the driver's seat, and turned the call back on.

"You there?" he asked.

"I am,” Ivan said coolly.

"Good. To answer your question, yes, she talked with me."

"Good, that's good. I also wanted to take the time to ask for your permission personally."

Elijah shook his head in annoyance. "Evelyn doesn't need my permission, and you definitely don’t need to be asking."

Ivan laughed.

"Oh, but she does, doesn't she? She doesn't want to lose you, I think. So she does. But that isn't what matters. What matters is that I make sure you actually want this to happen."

“Why? This is her job. You don’t need to bring me into it,” Elijah tried to sound indifferent, but it didn’t seem like Ivan was buying it. If anything, he seemed encouraged.

"Oh, it matters a great deal. Because if you don’t give permission, how on earth could I move forward? It would be sinful, I think."

Elijah scoffed.

"You're telling me you won't go through with it if I say no?"

"Correct."

"I don't believe you."

"Why would I lie? You said so yourself, I don’t need to bring you into this."

Elijah paused. "You're bluffing."

"Maybe, but so are you." Ivan let out a breathy laugh when Elijah froze again. "Ahhhh, you see?! I am not the only one. It bothers you, doesn’t it?"

"I'm not getting in the middle of Evelyn's work."

"Oh, I'm sure. And that's very admirable. But, I still need to hear you say it."

Elijah squirmed in his seat as his eyes followed a car on the overpass above.

"It's fine," he said quietly.

"What was that? You need to speak up."

"I said it's fine," Elijah said more firmly. Ivan laughed.

"No, no, not the right words. Say that you want it."

"That's a fucking stupid. I don’t care. It’s just her job.” With every passing word, Elijah found himself hating Ivan even more.

"You do. In your own way. So just say it. Or don't, and it won't happen."

Elijah sighed in frustration.

"I'm not saying it because you want me to. I'm saying it because I'm not going to fuck this up for Evelyn."

"Of course, but you still need to say it."

Elijah paused. "I want you to.”

"You want me to what?"

"Jesus fucking– fuck you, man!"

"What?” Ivan spoke so playfully that it made Elijah’s blood boil. “I need you to be clear."

"I said what you wanted me to say."

"No, say it clearly. Say you want me to fuck her."

"Oh my god… fine! I want you to fuck her."

"Who?"

It felt like needles were trailing down Elijah's spine, and all he could think about was getting off the phone.

And yet...

"I want you to fuck Evelyn,” he said shortly.

Ivan was silent for what seemed like eternity.

"I'll tell you what I'll do," he said. "I'm going to call you tonight when it happens, and if you answer, I will leave the phone on. Listen or don't, it's up to you. But, something tells me it's what you like most. More than her, I think."

Elijah sat silently.

"Tongue tied. I understand. Have a good night, Elijah. I'll call soon." Ivan hung up, and Elijah dropped his phone with a trembling hand. So that was it, this was going to happen. Now, all Elijah had to do was decide.

Would he listen, or not?

–

Evelyn closed her phone, feeling a wave of happiness wash over her after reading Elijah's message. He really did support her. He really was different. She made a mental note to cook him something special as a thank-you for being so understanding. Truthfully, Evelyn somewhat wished he had said no, but the fact that he was leaving the decision to her meant the world. Where other men might have pressured for control, he had stepped back.

As she watched the sun set on her patio, she texted Ivan a short message.

Evelyn: The deal is on

Ivan replied within minutes.

Ivan: I know. We're going out to dinner tonight to celebrate.

Evelyn rolled her eyes.

Evelyn: Kind of last-minute.

Ivan: It's a surprise you won't want to miss.

Evelyn was hating this deal already.

Evelyn: Give me 10k more in advance and you have a deal.

Moments later, her phone buzzed. She checked it and saw ten thousand had been deposited into her account.

Ivan: Meet me as Crown of Roses. Ask for my name at the front desk. They will know where to take you.

Evelyn didn't bother to respond. This was a contender for the most agonizing job she had ever taken on, but a quarter of a million made it bearable. She threw on her coat, not bothering to check her makeup or change out of her work attire, and ordered a ride to Crown of Roses.

It was as prestigious as she remembered. An all-white exterior that counterbalanced the black and red interior. It was an art installation as much as it was a Michelin-star restaurant. All the servers wore masquerade masks, and all of them seemed to have been contortionists at some point in their lives. Hypnotic pipes echoed throughout the restaurant's acoustic ceilings, and performers dressed as old men and women were staged around each of the flowing pools pretending to fish.

Evelyn reached the front counter, and a woman in a black latex suit with red glasses looked up from her tablet.

"Name?" she asked.

"Ivan," Evelyn replied.

"You are Evelyn?"

"I am."

The woman took a leather menu and slapped it in her hand.

"Follow me."

Evelyn did, passing through the parade of dancers and performers. Through the tables with decadent gold platters and succulent raw fish. Through shifting lights and soft murmurs. The woman took her up a set of glass stairs with no railing. Passing over a catwalk several chandeliers hung from, and pushing open a door that led to a private exterior patio.

There, Ivan sat at a table surrounded by torches. He stood as she approached.

"My darling," he said. The words were as repulsive as Evelyn thought they’d be.

"Ivan," She said flatly. He took her hand and kissed it before guiding her to the table. The woman followed, pouring Evelyn a glass of sparkling water and leaving the menu. Ivan gave her a nod and pointed at a plate of lamb chops in front of Evelyn.

"I hope you don't mind, I ordered for you."

Evelyn glanced down at the food.

"I'm not hungry," she said.

Ivan smirked.

"Very well, are you thirsty, at least?"

Evelyn examined the wine glass in front of her. Then looked up at Ivan.

"I'm fine for now," she said. "I do need money for my ride, though."

"Isn't that what the ten thousand is for?"

"No, that's the flat rate," Evelyn leaned forward. "You still have to cover my expenses."

Ivan shook his head and downed the rest of his glass, less than pleased. He looked off at the several other couples scattered on the patio.

"You think very, very highly of yourself," he said.

"As do you," Evelyn replied.

Ivan remained silent, shut down behind a wall. That, at least, brightened Evelyn's mood.

"Oh, don't pout. It wouldn't be much of a girlfriend experience if I paid, now would it?"

Ivan still didn't speak.

"Think of it this way," Evelyn continued. "Don't you want to get the chance to actually try and win me over? Isn't that the whole point of this?"

Ivan glanced at her, but remained silent. She shrugged.

"I'm just saying, I'd never be interested in someone who goes fifty-fifty."

For Ivan, at least, this was true. Evelyn was going to use every trick she had to squeeze every last drop of money out of him. She only hoped not to push him too far in the process.

"Fine," he said. "I was going to anyway."

"I know you were," Evelyn said sweetly. This seemed to cheer Ivan up.

"Is this what your cuck does for you then? Pay for everything?"

"Of course," Evelyn said. It was a lie, but that didn’t matter. She needed Ivan to be jealous. She needed him to be competitive. They always spent more when they were.

"I suppose that means you won't be going to places like this often," Ivan continued.

"No, I suppose not."

"I don’t understand him,” Ivan said flatly.

Evelyn crossed her arms. “Why not?”

“I could not live with the shame of knowing I'd never be able to give you what you truly deserve."

Evelyn smiled politely as the server came over. This woman was taller than the last and wore an outfit similar to that of an airplane attendant. Only her suit was jet black velvet. She wore a bright white blouse beneath it, had a vibrant red scarf tied around her neck, and completed her look with a pair of round mirrored sunglasses.

"I'm so sorry to disturb, ma'am, but are the lamb chops alright?" she asked.

"No, they’re cold," Evelyn said, looking at Ivan defiantly. "He ordered them too early. Plus, I don't even like lamb chops."

They stared at each other as Evelyn spoke.

"I'm so sorry to hear that. Is there anything else I could get you?" the waitress asked.

Evelyn leaned forward.

"Let me see your dessert menu."

–

Elijah waited nervously on his bed. He checked his phone again and read the time. It was past twelve AM now. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly. Perhaps it hadn't happened. Maybe Ivan had been bluffing, and nothing was going on tonight. Maybe Evelyn had told him the deal was off. Maybe she was going to text at any moment to tell him.

Then, as Ryan started to turn in for the night, Elijah's phone rang.

He looked at it for a moment, pressed the answer button with a trembling finger, and put the phone to his ear.

He heard the sound of a bed creaking. Moans followed, moans that Elijah knew all too well. It was Evelyn, and by the sound of the dull, solid slaps between her cries, she was being fucked.

Ivan's voice all but confirmed it.

"You like that dick inside you?" he said.

"Yes, oh my god, you're stretching me so good, don't stop. Don't–" Evleyn cut off with a gasp. The slaps grew louder and faster. Evelyn whimpered as they rang in Elijah's ear.

"You want to cum on my dick?" Ivan asked.

"Yes, babe, yes, make me cum."

Evelyn's words were so authentic. It sounded like she actually wanted him. It made Elijah's stomach turn. He knew he shouldn't be listening. He knew it was just roleplay and that this was Evelyn's job.

He also knew that if he really didn’t like it, he could hang up at any time.

But instead, Elijah kept listening.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum," Evelyn shouted. Ivan groaned as his tempo increased. He pounded into her, the slaps of flesh quickening as Evelyn let out a loud, orgasmic moan.

The pounding slowed into dull, rhythmic thrusts.

"Fuck…" Evelyn's voice shook.

"God, you are so fucking tight."

A long slurping sound followed.

"Suck my cock,” Ivan said.

The sound of steady gagging came next. Sloppy, wet sounds of Evelyn’s mouth being filled.

Glug.

Glug.

Glug.

A rhythm only broken when Evelyn stopped to take a deep breath, followed by steady slurps before she continued.

Eventually, they shifted, and Elijah heard Ivan enter her again. The bed rocked once more, and Evelyn moaned loudly for him before coming again.

Elijah slowly unzipped his pants and began to stroke himself. Listening to Evelyn’s moans and imagining how Ivan was taking her. He could see Evelyn on all fours, tits bouncing as Ivan shoved himself into her. Elijah reached for the cream on his bedside, and worked his long shaft to the sound of their fucking.

On and on it went.

Long enough for Elijah’s cock to swell painfully.

Long enough for him to explode after edging for hours.

And even after, he kept listening.

"My cock is the best you've ever had, isn't it?" Ivan said.

"Oh my god, yes, babe. Your cock is sooooo good."

She called him babe. That was part of the act, too, right?

"You want me to fill that womb up?" Ivan asked.

"Yes, babe, please,” Evelyn begged.

"You want me to cum inside you?"

"Oh my god, please, fill me, fill me," Evelyn began to moan as Ivan grunted. Several loud slaps followed, then suddenly stopped as Ivan shouted loudly.

"That's it, yes, just like that," Evelyn said.

The voices got closer. Elijah could hear the sounds of tender kissing.

Then Ivan spoke.

"You're going to have my children."

–

Ivan had Evelyn in missionary, her legs spread wide as he slammed himself into her with all the force he had. He watched her eyes roll into the back of her head. He watched her tits bounce up and down in a steady rhythm.

Her thighs jiggled.

Her moans shook with every thrust.

She let her limbs dangle like a broken marionette.

He planted his lips on hers as he came in her. He thrust hard against her, digging his feet into the mattress as he pushed himself deep inside her. Then he pumped. Over and over. Making sure every drop made it to her womb.

Their breathing began to slow.

Ivan reached for his phone and checked it, still pumping into Evelyn. Smiling when he saw Elijah was still there. He kissed Evelyn with one final thrust. Then he pulled away, rolling onto his back.

"You're going to have my children," he said, turning off his phone and throwing it to the side.

"Roleplay is over," Evelyn said indifferently, moving to the side of the bed.

"Is it?" Ivan said.

Evelyn looked at him as if he’d just asked the dumbest question she’d ever heard.

"Without a doubt.” She stood and walked into the bathroom. Ivan watched her naked body sway away as he lounged on the bed.

"I want to tame you," he said.

"I'm sure," Evelyn replied, looking at her reflection while wiping herself with a hand towel.

"I can treat you so much better than he could."

"I already have that part covered."

"He can't get you out of this life."

Evelyn glanced at Ivan through the mirror.

"Weren't you the one saying how much I liked this life?"

Ivan scoffed and threw himself onto his back.

“You and I both know you’d be happy with something different. Wouldn’t you like it if you didn’t need to worry anymore?”

"I don't answer those kinds of questions with clients," Evelyn said flatly.

"Mmmmm, but is this not the boyfriend experience?"

"Don't push your luck." Evelyn moved to the glass shower and turned it on. Ivan watched as she put her glossy black hair in a ponytail.

"Stay with me tonight," he said.

"Not on your life."

Ivan rolled his eyes. "You will eventually."

"We'll see."

"It is part of our contract, no?"

Evelyn turned to him, finishing her ponytail with a delicate twist. "You sure you want to play that game?"

Ivan smiled his beautiful smile. Evelyn couldn’t deny he was a gorgeous man.

"No, I suppose not,” he said.

"Good."

"Will you let me hold you at least?"

Evelyn stared at him a moment, then reached into the shower and turned off the water.

"Fine, but only holding."

"Of course," Ivan said.

Evelyn moved to him, cradling herself against his body. She felt his lean, muscular frame wrap around her. He was warm, and he smelled like citrus and pepper. Evelyn felt Ivan gently push a few strands of hair from her forehead as he pulled her close.

The room was quiet. And while she didn’t want to admit it, being held was relaxing. Evelyn began to realize just how tired she really was. She closed her eyes, only for a moment, and saw herself running in a field with two rabbits.

They ran towards the setting sun. Past the old railroad tracks and powerlines. Past the last four-way stop sign of her small town, and into the long grasses beyond.

The rabbits danced between her legs, and she laughed. She watched her younger self christen a hill before disappearing from view, the sun quickly following behind her.

Evelyn awoke and jumped up, startling Ivan awake.

"What? What is it?" he asked in a tired stupor.

"What time is it?" Evelyn asked.

"Late," Ivan answered, reaching for her. "Just stay tonight."

Evelyn stood. "No, I have to go."

"You won't stay?"

"I have to go," Evelyn said, getting dressed and walking out the door.

Ivan watched her disappear, hearing his front door close off in the distance. He fell back on his bed and let out a long sigh. Then, he glanced at his phone and reached for it.

Staring at the pictures he took of Evelyn as she slept naked in his arms.

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