Anthony and Eva lay for hours talking after that first taste. Anthony never did reveal what exactly it was that inspired his actions, but Eva had her suspicions, still. That night, Eva lay with her limbs wrapped around Anthony's strong body and fell into a very deep and satisfied sleep as she envisioned herself as his slave. The following morning, when Eva awoke, she touched her neck, where the collar no longer embraced, and sat on the bed, thinking back to the events that took place right in that same room the night before. She blushed at how aroused Anthony made her, and what a slut she acted like for him. Her nipples stood erect as she played everything back in her mind and her clit throbbed in remembering. She wasn't sure where this was all going to lead, but she knew she wanted more than just a taste. Eva found herself stroking her clit as she sat on the edge of the bed before she realized she had better get moving if she were going to make it to the office in time.
Eva slipped on her robe and headed to the kitchen to find a single red rose bud next to a plate with cuts of fresh melon and strawberries. Anthony had already left the house, leaving behind his usual endearing note to wish Eva a good day. If Eva hadn't known better, she would have thought it was all a blissful dream. The small welts that still burned on her sensitive posterior told her differently.
In the days following their sojourn, the dynamic between Anthony and her had remained pretty much the same as it had been before their first exchange. Anthony returned to working his night shift the following evening, leaving Eva to wonder if that night was a passing whim on Anthony's part. Eva returned to old habits and sank back into Cecilia's book, and found herself once again burning with inspiration. Eva still wrote in her diary; however this time, Eva hoped Anthony was going to read it. Eva continued this for many nights and went to great lengths to find not-so-subtle hiding places for her diary, that she knew Anthony would stumble across. After a few weeks of this with no response from Anthony, Eva was beginning to lose sight that her Master would make his return.
Anthony, on the other hand, knew precisely what he wanted with Eva. Her diary had become fodder for his thoughts, but he wanted to remain in the driver seat. He loved every minute of watching Eva sweat it out. Eva, meanwhile, watched Anthony like a hawk every moment they were together, and while she thought he was oblivious, Anthony read her signals clearly. He knew Eva was suspect to his voyeuristic reading that first night, so he made sure that however Eva left her diary was exactly as she would find it. Anthony would wait until Eva was fast asleep before he would peek at her most secret thoughts, masking his throbbing hard on with pillows when he returned to bed. Eva, a very deep sleeper, was never the wiser. Meanwhile, Eva grew impatient as she had finished the novel Cecilia gave her and was left with only her memory of Anthony's first dominance, and her own written thoughts to fuel her fantasies. Eva's times of self pleasure were becoming bitter-sweet.
Almost a month went by before Eva and Anthony finally had an evening off together. Eva had planned for days; purchasing sultry lingerie, stockings and a new dress for the occasion. Eva had hoped that Anthony would take her out, but would have been just as satisfied staying in with take-out, so long as they were together. When that evening finally came, Eva broke speed limits driving home from work and was devastated when Anthony's car wasn't in their driveway. Eva entered the dark house and sulked. She hung her keys, dropped the mail on the kitchen counter and made her way to the bathroom for a good soak. Eva was nearing a breaking point.
While the tub filled with steaming water, Eva added her favorite lavender bath salts to try and sooth her nerves. Eva stood before the full length mirror in the bedroom and pinned her locks in a loose knot on her head. She stripped off her frumpy office attire and inspected her form in the mirror. The insecurities about her curvy body, that she constantly battled, managed to creep up once again as she scowled at her image. Eva stepped into the tub and sank down to her chin, letting the aroma of the lavender still her thoughts and sooth her anguished spirit.
Anthony pulled into the driveway, taking note that the only light in the house came from the bathroom window. He had been out making preparations for their first night off together in a while and had tried his hardest to get home before Eva. Anthony prayed he hadn't blown it. Anthony entered the house and made his way to the hall. Eva's eyes were closed when Anthony slipped through the bathroom door. She hadn't heard him pull up, nor did she notice his presence next to the tub and was startled by him when she opened her eyes.
Anthony placed his finger on Eva's pouting lips to quiet her before she spoke. Anthony smiled a sweet smile as He picked up the sponge and Eva's leg and gently washed, beginning with her scarlet painted toes, down her shapely leg until his hand was submerged and grazing the soft curls of Eva's mound. Anthony's awakening cock twitched in his pants as Eva let out a deep sigh. Anthony continued with her other leg and then her arms. Eva wanted to tell him how disappointed she was when he wasn't home. She was bursting to pour her soul out to him; to tell him all of her dark fantasies since that first taste. Anthony sensed Eva's frustration by the furrow in her brow and stifled a chuckle. Anthony lifted Eva to her feet, toweled her off tenderly and hit the release on the tub drain before taking her hand and leading her, naked, into the bedroom. It was then that Anthony broke his silence.
" I have something for you, little girl, but first we must put these on you..." Anthony said as he reached to his drawer and pulled out the four leather cuffs from the first night. Eva had to swallow her squeal of delight.
Anthony placed the cuffs on Eva's wrists and ankles and led her to the bed where he instructed her to sit on the edge. Anthony produced a brand new collar, this one looking much less like that meant for an animal. It was an ornate, crafted black leather choker with intricate silver chains that came together at a double ring in the front. On the back of the collar, Anthony's initials were carved into the hide. Eva was as giddy as a little girl, but maintained her composure. She didn't want to seem too wanton or greedy. "Now, this collar is more befitting such a sensual pet" Anthony spoke softly as he placed it around Eva's neck. Eva let out a contented sigh as she touched the collar.
Without any more words, Anthony forcefully tossed Eva onto her back. She found her self scrambling to the head of the bed feigning distress until Anthony pushed her down and ran his warm velvet tongue from Eva's soft, feminine tummy through the valley between her ample breasts. Eva yielded and arched her back in offering as her large pink nipples became erect under the touch of Anthony's searching mouth. She raised her hips to meet Anthony's denim clad erection in vain; he was just far enough out of her reach. Anthony had pinned Eva's wrists to the bed on either side of her and she let out a small cry of protest as she struggled and wiggled under his weight.
"Remember, the word is ' purple' if it gets to be too much for you, love" Anthony whispered breathless into Eva's ear. She nodded in acknowledgment.
Anthony grabbed a cord from the left side of the bed and hooked it to Eva's wrist. Eva's smokey green eyes shone wide as she watched Anthony repeat the restraint with her right wrist. He smiled and softly kissed Eva's pouting lips before sliding down to attach identical cords to Eva's ankles, leaving her spread eagle on their bed. Anthony stood over and watched as Eva tested the strength of the cords which she discovered were hooked to strong anchors Anthony had bolted into the floor before their first interlude.
Eva was agonized by her arousal and tense with anticipation as Anthony loomed over her, looking deeply into her eyes, he asked " Do you trust me Eva?" Eva began to fidget, curious to why he would ask such a question. She apprehensively nodded and Anthony left the room.
"Where are you going? Don't leave me alone like this!" Eva loudly pleaded as Anthony took his leave.
"You'll see...I'll just be in the next room." Anthony replied with a chuckle.
Eva lay on their bed, her charms exposed to the chilly dusk air from the open window, for what seemed like an hour. Anthony returned with his arms loaded with assorted toiletries, most in new packaging but some Eva had recognized from her own vanity. He placed the items on Eva's dresser and turned to look at his bound delight in the sparsely lit room. The scent of Eva's lust was unmistakable upon entering the room. It hung in the air like a heady incense, sweet and musky. Anthony returned to Eva's side and asked her again "Eva, do you trust me?"
