Washington D.C. Series 2:1 - Eva's Discovery
Eva smiled as she took another bite of the muffin Brent had brought her this morning. He was so thoughtful. Every morning for the past month he had brought her something, whether it be coffee or breakfast and on a few occasions, flowers. Eva couldn't help but wonder if she were dreaming. He was such an amazing man and the sex was mind blowing.
She had been with him almost every night over the past month. Each time they were together, she learned something new about him or about herself. The thought made her shiver with delight. Just last night she discovered that he liked to be scratched hard. He had been fucking her with her legs up over his shoulders. She had clawed at his back in an effort to get him to fuck her harder. One of her nails clawed all the way down his back and she could feel his hard cock throb inside her. She did it again and he groaned with pleasure. She remembered smiling to herself and scratching all the way down his back. He had uttered an expletive and stopped for a moment.
"Fuck, Eva," Brent had moaned, "You'll make me cum like that."
"Like this?" she asked and clawed him again.
She had watched as Brent took in the sensations, stopping fucking her completely and holding still as her nails seared into his flesh.
"Again, please," he had moaned and she felt his cock throb harder inside her.
Curious, she complied and watched him shudder each time her nails drug down his back. Eva wasn't sure but she thought she may have drawn blood.
"Brent..." she started to say but his plea to do it again interrupted her.
She did it again and again and watched as Brent began to shake with his orgasm. The further her nails drug down his back, the more he pushed against her. Ultimately he had cried out and his whole body convulsed as he came just from her nails digging into his skin.
Her moment of remembrance was broken suddenly by her speaker phone.
"Eva, Ms. McCabe would like to see you regarding the Bradford case."
Startled, she replied, "Oh, um, ok, I'll be right up."
Another thing she learned over the past month was never to keep Elizabeth McCabe waiting. The woman was fierce, but Eva adored her. Any time she could spend in Ms. McCabe's presence was time well spent. Her mentor had taught her so much about being a lawyer. Definitely much more than she ever would have learned working under someone else. Ms. McCabe had taken her under her wing and was guiding her better than she could have hoped for.
Eva walked off the elevator to the big oak office door. She glanced at the secretary and smiled before knocking softly.
"Come in," said the voice on the other side.
"Do me a favor," Elizabeth McCabe said softly as Eva entered, "close the door behind you, I don't want us to be disturbed."
Eva turned and closed the door behind her then moved to take her seat. She was somewhat taken aback when she saw Brent on the other side of the chair. She hadn't seen him when she first walked in the room. But here he was, knelt down on the floor in front of Ms. McCabe's desk. She looked at Elizabeth McCabe then, the sight didn't quite comprehend in her brain. Ms. McCabe was sitting on the front edge of her desk. Her long lean legs were covered by a tight skirt and black stockings. But it wasn't that which drew Eva's attention so much. It was the one leg that was pushing the heel of her stiletto into the shoulder of Brent, keeping him knelt on the floor.
Eva didn't now what to say. Her mouth hung open as she stared at them.
"Don't be alarmed," Elizabeth McCabe said in a sultry voice. "Brent here has been telling me all about the fun you've been having."
Eva's panicked. Her thoughts raced, "Was Brent with Elizabeth McCabe? Could he be her lover and cheating on her with me?"
"Have a seat Eva and we'll have a talk."
Eva sat and felt the burn of embarrassment stain her cheeks.
"Brent here has told me what a wonderful lover you are. He came to tell me this morning that he felt the two of you had a deep connection and he wanted to explore his relationship with you further."
Eva blinked at her.
"He told me he thought the two of you were ready to take it to the next level."
"Ms. McCabe, I..."
"No worries, Eva, Brent was under instructions to tell me when you were ready. You see, Eva, he's my pet, my plaything, my little whore. But for as much as he's my slut, I want him to be happy too and when I saw his reaction to you, I knew you'd make him happy. I gave him permission to see you."
Eva stared at her not knowing where the conversation was going.
"I gave him permission," she continued, "because I could see that you might have it in you. And according to Brent I was right. That was another reason why I chose you to be on my staff."
Confused, Eva replied, "Have what in me?"
"The power," Elizabeth McCabe said matter-of-factly, "the power to assert yourself, the power to demand what you want when you want it, the power to make him submit to you, to make him your slut. Eva, you my dear, are a Dominant."
"I'm a what?"
"A Dominant, a woman who has the power to control her submissive. Brent has given in to you completely. He trusts you, he loves you, he adores you and he'll do whatever you want. In fact, I may need to get myself a new pet with him moving over to you."
"I don't know..." Eva said hesitantly.
"Perhaps it would be easier if I showed you," Elizabeth said as she slid off the front of her desk and stood in front of Brent...