Home / LGBTQ+ / Désiré Me 2 / Chapter 4 — The First Shivers 

Share

Chapter 4 — The First Shivers 

Author: Déesse
last update publish date: 2026-02-05 23:45:43

EVA

They make me get up. Each step towards them is a challenge, a shiver that runs down my spine. The room seems to breathe with me, each light, each reflection on the parquet floor amplifying my tension. My body is on alert, every fiber vibrating under their gaze.

“We'll start slowly,” Sasha said. Only one rule: no restraint… towards yourself.

Niko comes forward, and his perfume envelops me like an invisible caress. He touches my cheek with his fingertips, slowly, as if to gauge my reaction. My breath catches, my body tenses. My heart is beating too fast.

“Close your eyes,” Sasha whispers behind me.

I comply. His body presses lightly against mine, his hands brush my shoulders, moving down my arms with calculated slowness. A burning shiver runs through me and lodges in the pit of my stomach, irresistible, like an electric wave that sets me ablaze.

“Focus on what you feel,” Niko whispers in my ear. Don't think, feel.

My hands are shaking slightly. Fear and excitement mingle in an intoxicating mix. Each caress, each breath on my skin seems to awaken a part of me that I had never explored. I feel vulnerable and yet irresistibly attracted.

Sasha slides her hands under my hair, her fingers brushing the back of my neck with calculated precision, while Niko takes my wrists gently, just enough for me to feel his control and quiet power.

— Forget the world, Eva. It’s just you and us here, said Sasha. Surrender.

My body responds before my mind. Each contact makes me shiver, each breath on my skin triggers a heat that rises from my temples to my lower abdomen. I feel like I'm wavering between fear and desire, between restraint and abandonment.

They exchange a silent look and I understand that I am at the center of something larger, a game of power and seduction for which I was never prepared.

“Show us you dare,” Niko whispers.

Sasha moves gently down my back, her hands grazing the curve of my hips and back. My breathing becomes short, irregular. I feel my body opening in spite of myself, each caress awakening shivers that I didn't think I could feel.

— Every sensation is a step towards yourself, Eva, Sasha whispers. Every thrill, every hesitation, every desire… it all counts.

I close my eyes and tremble. Niko brushes his lips against my neck, a hot breath, a whisper that makes me shiver to the depths of myself.

“Now let go,” Sasha said, her voice a mixture of command and caress.

I feel my defenses giving way, my body tensing then relaxing, sensitive to each gesture. My scent, Niko's, Sasha's warmth, the leather against my thighs... Everything becomes intensely real. I'm trapped in their game and yet I don't want to escape.

They explore me methodically, my breasts rise under the influence of desire, each gesture is calibrated to wake him up, test my limits and make me discover sensations that I had never imagined.

— Your body is your mirror, Niko whispers. Listen to him. Respect him. Learn from him.

I shiver harder and harder. My breathing quickens. My hands clench on the sofa, but my body opens in spite of myself with each touch, with each whisper. A part of me still resists, but the rest surrenders with new strength.

“That’s good, Eva,” Sasha said, her hands moving down to the base of my thighs, brushing my bare skin exquisitely slowly. Each contact is a fire that rises within me, a delicious, unreal shock.

My stomach churns. I feel like I'm losing control, but I don't want to stop. Their presence is addictive, like a drug that I have never tasted and to which I am already addicted.

“We're going to go further,” Niko whispers, his voice warm and low, caressing my ear. Every limit you cross will be a victory.

I understand that it is not just a physical initiation. It is an initiation to myself, to my desires, to my fears, to my abandonment. I am crossing boundaries that I never imagined I would cross.

Sasha runs a hand over my stomach, brushing against my delicate skin, while Niko slides his fingers up my arm. Every touch is electric, every breath hot. My body arches slightly, instinctively seeking their warmth and attention.

“You’re ready to explore,” Sasha whispers against my ear. And every shiver, every tremor, every sensation... will make you more alive, more you.

And I feel, deep down, that I will never go back. I am ready to cross the line, to lose myself in order to better find myself, to completely abandon myself to this initiation which is only just beginning.

Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App

Latest chapter

  • Désiré Me 2   CHAPTER 109 : THE PUNISHMENT

    — Sir, please… she whimpers.— Leave, he interrupts, his voice low again, but of an absolute coldness. Never speak to me again. Never come near my family again.She curls in on herself, broken. A colleague, out of pity or fear, discreetly takes her elbow to guide her towards the exit. The door closes on her shattered back.The silence that follows is electric, charged with fear and a brutally learned lesson.Dimitri speaks again, more calmly, but each word remains an engraving in stone.— Let this incident serve as a reminder to all. The next person who disrespects my wife, or allows disrespect to be shown to her, will share her fate, but with far more severe professional consequences. You may go.They leave, silent, swift, without a glance at me, the invisible and absolute center of this hurricane.When we are alone, he walks to the discreet bar, pours himself a glass of water. His hands do not tremble. He ta

  • Désiré Me 2   CHAPTER 108 : THE INVITATION

    And as I cross the threshold, I understand that the real test wasn't in the car. It was here. In this humiliation. In this silent verification: am I still submissive enough to endure this without protest? Am I still worthy of being invited to his table?The door closes behind me, without a sound.DianeThe door absorbs me into an even thicker silence. His office is a flagship, all in length, with a panoramic picture window giving onto the city like a conquered kingdom. He stands near the window, his back turned, motionless in a dark suit that merges with the gray light outside.— She is sorry, I say, my voice echoing faintly in the immense space. She didn't recognize me.He doesn't move right away. Then he turns slowly. His face is a mask of perfect calm. But his eyes… His eyes are two dark embers, a coldness preceding the explosion.— She was disrespectful to you.It's not a question. It

  • Désiré Me 2   CHAPTER 107 : THE GILDED ENVELOPE 3

    But then I open my eyes, and I see the bars on the windows. I feel the weight of his gaze on me, even when he reads. I remember the primordial terror, the foundational violence of all this.I am a sanctuary, yes. But a sanctuary is a prison for what it contains. A gilded, suffocating envelope that preserves and slowly kills.The baby moves again, a quick motion, almost a protest. His hand leaves the book and comes to rest on my belly, calming the agitation, demanding silence.— Hush, my treasure, he murmurs, to the child or to me, I no longer know. Everything is fine. Papa is here. Mama is here. You are safe. Forever.And these words, spoken with infinite gentleness, are the most terrifying of all. For they seal, in silk and poetry, the life of gentle servitude that awaits this child. And mine, which will never end.I close my eyes. The voice continues reading, a lullaby for the unborn child and for the mother who, she, is alrea

  • Désiré Me 2   CHAPTER 106 : THE GILDED ENVELOPE 2

    DianeHis smile is triumphant. Our "adventure" is limited to the bridle path bordering the property, a one-kilometer loop of packed earth, surrounded by hedges trimmed to perfection. He has it raked every morning, so that no stone, no branch might threaten my balance.Outside, the air is sharp, heavy with autumn's damp smell. The trees have shed their leaves, their black skeletons silhouetted against a leaden sky. He takes my arm, slips it under his, his hand covering mine. A protective embrace. A gentle taking of possession.— Slowly, my darling. Take your time.We walk. Slowly. Each step is measured. He speaks, in a low, continuous voice. He tells me about his plans for the park, for the baby's room, for education. He speaks of private tutors, foreign languages, chosen sports. He has planned everything, right up to adolescence. His voice is a warm murmur against my ear, a filter between me and the world.I watch our feet moving forward, sid

  • Désiré Me 2   CHAPTER 106 : THE ANNOUNCEMENT 2

    Time stops.His hand, on my neck, freezes. His eyes, so penetrating, dilate. One second, two. The silence of a cathedral after a collapse.Then, something breaks in him. Not anger. The exact opposite. A tension of a year, of a predator on the alert, of an anxious possessor, dissolves in an instant. His face, usually so controlled, cracks. His mouth parts. His eyes, of such a cold blue, fill with a light I have never seen in them. A light of an intensity almost painful.— What? he whispers.He did not hear. Or he dares not believe.— I'm pregnant, I repeat, a little louder, the words foreign on my tongue.Then, it happens. A tremor runs through his entire large body. His hand leaves my neck and comes to rest, with incredible delicacy, on my stomach. He places it there, as one places a hand on a sacred relic. His fingers spread, covering the flat surface, already seeking a curve, a warmth, a proof.— A child, he breathes. Our child.His voice is unrecognizable. Hoarse, broken by an emot

  • Désiré Me 2   CHAPTER 104 : THE ANNOUNCEMENT 1

    The day is a fog. I walk, I sit, I stand up again. The housekeeper, a silent woman with a shifting gaze, offers to prepare lunch. I refuse with a shake of my head. I cannot swallow anything. The nausea has become a certainty, an animal crouched in the pit of my stomach.I need to know. I need to be sure. Before him. I need to have one moment, one single moment of truth that is not his.The idea germinates, fragile and desperate. The housekeeper. She goes out. She goes to town for the shopping. I have never spoken to her, except for murmured politenesses. But today…I wait for her in the entrance, when she passes with her coat. She startles when she sees me there, standing, like an apparition.— Madame… are you alright?My voice, when it comes out, is a hoarse thread.— I… I need something. From town.Her gaze lowers, wary. She knows the rules. She is paid to know them.— Mr. Delarive said that…— It's for a feminine emergency, I interrupt, my cheeks burning with shame and despair. Ple

More Chapters
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status