Ruby Rose (12 page)

“Books, movies… social media. People know what it is now. Plus it gets grouped with BDSM, which is really becoming the ‘in’ kink.”

“Have you had Domestic Discipline with any of your relationships? With Maxine?”

Evan tensed slightly. “I tried, but it never seemed genuine. Everyone I was with seemed to make a sexual game out of it. It’s a lifestyle choice for me, so I guess I’ve always been more intense. It scares people away. That, and my fame.”

“Why do you think it made you famous?”

Evan continued stroking her back and placed small kisses on her head. “The strong, dominant, alpha male became every woman’s fantasy.” Evan smirked. “I became the fantasy. I don’t know how it exactly happened, but books sold, the scene grew, and I somehow represented it,” Evan laughed. “I still find it all a little overwhelming.”

“I get the feeling it bothers you. Like you don’t want it all.”

Evan shrugged. “I do. I mean, I like the perks and I like the money. But it makes it really hard for me to truly trust people. For many women, this is just a fad, and they aren’t willing to give their whole hearts. Or I get the women who are really into getting spanked, but they don’t want the emotional connection it takes to be in a DD relationship.”

“Hmmm. So, how does it work? Let’s say I did something you disapproved of. What happens?”

Evan laughed again. “So sure you’ll do something wrong, huh?”

“Yes, I mean no. I mean, what if?” Ruby stammered.

“Depends on where we are, what you did, and so on,” Evan replied simply.

“Let’s say I did something at a club to make you angry,” she suggested nervously.

Evan kissed her head again. “I spank behind closed doors. But I would make it very clear with my expression that you better fix what you’re doing or else. If you continued on, I might whisper in your ear that a spanking was coming later, and you better not make it worse.”

“So, do women just willingly let you spank them? Do you ever have to force it?” Ruby asked, feeling embarrassed by her curiosity.

Evan let out a sigh. “Why are we talking about other women? You already know I've never really been serious with anyone. I don’t want to talk about my past mistakes. I’m with you and always will be with you.”

Ruby stroked Evan’s stomach lightly. “I know. It’s just that I’m new to this whole DD thing. I’ve read about it. I’ve heard about it… and I’ve even fantasized about it. But now that I’m with you… this is just a lot to understand.”

“You’re right. What other questions do you have?”

Ruby smiled against his chest, extremely embarrassed about her next question. “What other ways would you punish me?” She paused for a moment before continuing on. “I’ve read of other ways.”

“There are. I’m a big fan of the old-fashioned spanking. But there are other ways to make you submissive. Which ultimately is the goal of the whole punishment.”

“Submissive?”

Evan rubbed Ruby’s head, lightly lifting her hair off of her back. He slowly moved his finger down her back until it rested softly on her anus. He applied a little pressure but didn’t press in. Ruby’s breath caught and she let out a soft sigh.

“Yes, submissive. I sometimes like to use my finger in a very intimate way to get your mind ready to submit and for me to establish a dominant role. I usually do this in addition to a spanking. But I also do it as a way to remind you of who’s boss… so to say.” He pressed his finger a little more. “How does this make you feel? Does it make you feel submissive?”

Ruby couldn’t answer. She didn’t know how she felt. All she could do was let out a small gasp every time his finger pushed a little further.

“Ruby, answer me. How does my finger pressing here make you feel?” Evan softly demanded.

She shook her head and pressed her face against his chest. She couldn’t answer. She didn’t know how to voice the mixture of emotions. She felt embarrassed to have his finger invading such a forbidden area. Part of her wanted to escape his sensual probing, but another part of her wanted to scream for more. As his finger inched its way deeper, she experienced a slight pinch and burn that set Ruby’s whole body on fire.

“Answer me,” Evan commanded in a much firmer tone. He thrust his finger the remainder of the way, punishing her silence.

“Desire!” she whispered between her gasps.

“Good. How does it make you feel mentally?” Evan asked while pressing his finger even deeper.

Ruby shook her head again, hiding her blushing face against his chest. She didn’t know how to voice the emotion. Submissive? Controlled? Mastered? Whatever it was, it was like nothing she had ever experienced. The presence of his finger had such a grasp of her internal struggles. Her wall crumbled more with every second his finger possessed her. Ruby wanted to just release and let go. Allow the feelings to rush through her. And yet something in her kept trying to fight them away.

“Ruby. Not answering me when I ask warrants discipline.” Evan began to pump his finger in and out. His action was not sensual or seductive like before, but replaced with firm and direct thrusts. The pace resembled a spanking, but it was an intimate alternative to being spanked. She wanted to plead for more, and at the same time, she wanted to beg for him to stop.

Evan pressed his finger to the hilt and used the force to push her even closer to his body. He pressed hard against her inner depths. Ruby’s gasp turned to a moan.

“I know this might be hard. Hard to let go and submit. I want you to relax and allow the sensation,” Evan coaxed. He kissed her lightly on the head as he slowly removed his finger, only to press it forward, past the tight ring, once more. “I’ll ask again. Does this make you feel submissive?”

Without pause Ruby answered, “Yes.”

Yes, it did make her feel submissive. That was the only word that seemed to fit the rush of emotions coursing through her. She felt safe, protected, loved. She also felt compliant and obedient. But then the realization hit her. Ruby felt feminine, womanly. And Evan was masculine and dominant. Everything felt right.

Evan slowly removed his finger, leaving her with a sense of emptiness. He quickly pulled her closer into his strong embrace. With his arms wrapped tightly around her, Ruby closed her eyes and relished in the dynamic Evan had created.

“Are you all right, sweetheart? That was a pretty intense thing we just did,” Evan asked as he squeezed her even tighter.

Ruby nodded her head. “I had no idea… I didn’t know.”

“Does that help explain the power of Domestic Discipline?”

Ruby nodded again. “Yes.” She pulled away enough so she could look into his eyes. “I find it hard to see how that could be considered a punishment. It made me want you even more.”

Evan smiled before softly kissing her lips. “I like the way you think. But trust me, it isn’t always going to be something you enjoy. Can you imagine if you were mad and I did that? And this time I wasn’t angry or disappointed in you, so you didn’t feel any remorse. And you didn’t do anything wrong, so you weren’t anxious that a spanking would follow.” Evan paused and took a moment to just look at her. “I need you to always trust that I have your and our best interests in mind. I will never abuse this.”

“I trust you with my life, Evan. I’m scared, and I’m nervous. But I’m also excited for our future.”

Chapter 13

By the next evening, everything returned to normal with Ruby. The drama from the night before seemed to have dissipated, but Evan knew the issue with Maxine would still be an ongoing problem unless he did something about it. So, when Evan saw Maxine standing by the bar where they all hung out that night, he figured it was as good a time as any to take care of this once and for all.

Maxine’s eyes brightened and she stood up anxiously when she saw Evan approach. “Hi, sexy.” She smiled seductively at Evan, tossing her hair back. “I haven’t seen you around without that little leech hanging on your arm all the time. It’s refreshing to see you alone for a change.”

Evan clenched his teeth, trying to ignore the comment. “We need to talk.”

“Of course. We have so much to catch up on. I’ve missed you.”

“I know what you’re trying to do, Maxine. It needs to stop.”

Her smile dissolved. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yes, you do,” Evan snapped. “Stop acting like you and I have something.”

She stared straight into Evan’s eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“You purposely try to pose in every picture with me. Or you try to stand by me like we’re a couple at all the events.” Evan’s jaw tightened. “I’m tired of it.”

She shifted her weight and avoided Evan’s eyes. “Is this you talking? Or your needy little girlfriend?”

“It’s getting old.”

“You never complained before.”

“Well, things are different now.”

Evan could see the rage in her eyes. Knowing how much she loved attention, Evan worried she would make a scene just for some added publicity. He heard the venom in Maxine’s words clearly. “You didn’t answer me. Is this your girlfriend being a jealous bitch?”

Evan wasn’t about to give her the pleasure. “To be honest, she’s never mentioned you. Believe it or not, the world doesn’t revolve around you, Maxine.”

Maxine laughed, attempting to sound sarcastic, but failed. She slammed her drink on the bar, spilling the liquid all over. She glared at Evan, lip quivering. “You think I need you? If you haven’t noticed, I’m doing just fine on my own.” She lifted her arms and motioned at the bar around her. “I get invited to just as many of these gigs as you. And I have men begging to master my body.”

“I’m happy for you. It’s what you wanted to begin with. You’ve always been an attention whore.”

“This is how you treat me, Evan! Have you forgotten everything we once shared?” Maxine screeched. She took a moment to regain her composure and smooth down her wild hair.

“That short-lived relationship is over,” Evan replied, never releasing her from his glare.

Maxine returned the stare with her bloodshot eyes. She was clearly coming off a high from the night before. “You still want a Domestic Discipline relationship, don't you? I can give you that.”

“No you can't, Maxine. This is all a game to you. A sexual kink. For me, it's different, and you know that.”

Maxine casually crossed her arms against her chest and gave an alluring grin. “So take me in hand then. Discipline me when I'm bad.” Maxine took a long pause as she scanned her eyes along the full length of Evan's powerful build. “Show me who's boss.”

Evan's jaw locked, and his expression grew fierce. “Maxine, you will never truly get Domestic Discipline. And even if you do, I'm not the man for you. I need more, and you will never be the woman who can give that to me. Please face that fact.”

“Face what? The fact that you will never find this fantasy of a woman? You're crazy to think that this whole Domestic Discipline is anything but a sexual fantasy. Women can tell you what you want to hear, but the truth of the matter is, the only woman who wants the lifestyle actually just loves to be spanked. It is a kink whether you want to admit it or not. We were good together, Evan. Power, control, ecstasy – our sexual need was always met… in all ways. Is this the life you want to leave for some unrealistic expectations?” Maxine took a few steps closer toward Evan. “You can't possibly think that bartender is the woman of your dreams?”

Evan clenched his teeth, holding all his fury within.

Maxine smiled. “She's fascinated with your fame and your sexual reputation.” Maxine released a soft but evil laugh. “I'm sure you think you can convince her of your DD beliefs. We'll see.”

“What I do from now on is none of your concern. I've asked you to back off and leave me alone. I will not ask again.”

“Go to hell, Evan!” She began to storm off. After only a few steps, she stopped and turned around. “And don’t flatter yourself. You don’t have to worry about me speaking to you ever again.”

“Thank you.”

With that, Maxine spun around and walked away in a huff. All things considered, it had gone a lot better than Evan had hoped. He walked out of the bar feeling an enormous weight taken off his shoulders. He desperately hoped his problems with Maxine were over.

****

Evan looked forward to the photo shoot for a new BDSM magazine. He hadn’t hung out with the guys alone in a while. He needed some good, quality bro time. They took photos, laughed, and goofed around. Even though the shoot was technically work, they always made things fun.

Evan had just finished the last shot with Adam and Gage when he saw Maxine rush toward him, looking very determined.

“Can I talk to you?” she said.

Evan walked over to the makeup table to remove the pound of cosmetics on his face. “Go ahead.”

“I mean alone.” She glanced at Adam and Gage. They both turned to Evan, who shrugged.

“We’ll be over here, Evan.” Adam pointed. They didn’t go too far, choosing to sit at a table nearby.

“How dare you dismiss me just like that?” Maxine crossed her arms and stood in front of Evan, forcing him to stop. “As if I never meant anything to you.”

Evan bit his tongue, not wanting any more drama, but he had Ruby to think about. “Maxine, I’m seeing someone now. I can’t be dealing with you.” Evan waved his hand up and down in front of him. “With all this craziness.”

“Did you know she’s never been in the scene before? She's faking, just to get close to you.”

Evan laughed, though he didn’t find this conversation funny at all. “Trying to dig up dirt, I see. Don’t you have better things to do with your time?”

“That’s what everyone is saying. I’m surprised you haven’t heard. She had never even been in a club like this before.”

“I don’t pay attention to petty gossip.” Evan did everything he could to control his temper.

“I don’t mean to hurt you, Evan. I just thought you should know.”

The inflated attempt to sound sympathetic infuriated him. The blood curdling in his veins made Evan want to scream.

Evan glared at her. “You could never hurt me, Maxine. I’d have to care about you for that. You know nothing about Ruby, so mind your own business.”