Drake looked amused at her chagrin. “I think I can handle a little interrogation. Don’t worry, Angel. Everything will be just fine.”
She snuggled further into his embrace and nuzzled her face into his chest.
“So tell me. Just how bad have I been and what’s my reward?” she asked innocently.
“It should be here anytime now.”
She pushed herself off him and stared down into his eyes. “What will be here anytime?”
He smiled. “Your punishment. My reward. Your reward as well.”
“What is it?” she demanded.
He captured one of her hands and brought it to his mouth, kissing her open palm.
“You remember Manuel?”
A warm buzz flooded her veins and she shivered without realizing it. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak at that exact moment.
“He will be paying us a visit tonight. I expect you to be a very good girl tonight and obey my commands without hesitation.”
“I would never shame you in front of another man,” she said quietly.
“I know that well, Angel. Now, go into the bedroom and prepare yourself. But hurry. He will be here shortly and I want you here, in the living room, on your knees, when he arrives.”
She immediately got up and hurried to the bathroom to brush her teeth and her hair and to clean up. Mindful of Drake’s instructions, she took only a few minutes and then hurried back to the living room to stand before Drake and await his command.
His eyes were full of approval as his gaze stroked over her naked body.
“Go and kneel on the carpet in the middle of the living room,” he said in a husky voice. “Manuel is on his way up now.”
Dutifully, she positioned herself where he’d directed and then slowly eased down to her knees so she faced the foyer and she would be the first thing Manuel saw when the doors opened.
She swallowed nervously, trying to recall as much as possible about that night. So much had been a pleasurable blur. She could barely recall Manuel’s features. How he looked. She seemed to recall placing him around Drake’s age. Perhaps a few years older.
He was a handsome man with midnight-black, short-cut hair with a tinge of salt and pepper. Just enough to give him a distinguished look. He’d been well spoken and very solicitous of Evangeline that night. But her focus had been solely on Drake and his pleasure.
Just what did Drake plan for tonight? Would he want to watch her being dominated by another man as he had before, or would he want to participate more this time?
The doors slid open and Manuel saw her immediately. Desire and approval flickered in his dark eyes as he stepped forward into the apartment. Drake rose from the couch to greet Manuel and the two men shook hands.
“Evangeline, you remember Manuel,” Drake said.
“Yes,” Evangeline said in a hushed, submissive tone. “I hope you’ve been doing well, sir.”
“Such a sweet and respectful submissive you have, Drake,” Manuel said, his gaze unapologetically devouring Evangeline. “I count myself among the most fortunate of men to be given such a gift.”
“She is yours tonight,” Drake said simply. “I will watch and even participate but you will direct her, not me. As was the case the first night, the only thing you may not do is kiss her lips. Everything else is fair game.”
“What are her limits?” Manuel asked bluntly.
“She has none,” Drake replied.
Manuel lifted one eyebrow in surprise.
“You will use your judgment and I trust you to know how far is too far and as I trust you, so too then will Evangeline trust you. She knows I would never let her come to harm.”
Manuel turned his attention to Evangeline and her pulse accelerated. Her nostrils flared from the expulsion of air trapped in her chest.
“Tell me, Evangeline. How rough do you like it? How rough can you take it? I have no desire to hurt you. I want to make this as pleasurable for you as it is for me and Drake.”
“I want whatever you choose to do to me,” she said, meeting his gaze without hesitation. “I want it to be real. I don’t like fake.”
Drake’s eyes glowed with pride and that gave her an infusion of confidence.
“You and I will get along quite well then,” Manuel said with a smile. “I’m not into games either. But since this is only our second time together and this time I, not Drake, will be in control, I want you to come up with a safe word and use it if you need me to stop.”
“I won’t need you to stop,” she said calmly. “Drake would know long before I ever did if you needed to stop. He won’t allow you to go too far. I trust him completely.”
“It’s a very cherished gift indeed for a dominant for his submissive to have such faith in him. Drake is a very lucky man.”