Chapter 7
Evie
Dru buckles the leather cuffs onto first one wrist, then the other, and they’re connected in the middle with a heavy metal carabiner, restricting my movement, so once they’re on I am definitely feeling bound.
I have a brief moment of panic, which quickly turns to a heady exhilaration as I breathe in the scent of leather and realize how completely she is the one in control.
There’s a sense of freedom, which I didn’t expect, simply being rendered helpless, knowing that everything is up to her. How did I never realize how much I needed this?
“Too tight?” she asks.
“No, they feel… amazing.”
“Good girl,” she says in that low, husky tone that makes me all shivery.
Keeping a hand on my back, she moves around behind me again and smooths her hand over my ass.
“Such a perfect ass. So lush and round, and your pale skin shows my marks so beautifully.”
God, I love hearing her when she’s like this, her deep voice rough with desire. My pussy clenches just from hearing her talk. But even more when she lands a good, hard slap on one cheek, then the other.
I drop my head until it’s resting on my cuffed wrists, and she really goes to work on my ass, spanking, then pausing to pinch and scratch the tender skin, or to kiss her way up my spine to my neck, then back down again.
But she doesn’t stop there; she kisses the welts I can feel rising on my sore skin, and it’s tender and hot as fuck.
My head is emptying out, my body beginning to fill up with that floating sensation I’ve discovered with her whenever she spanks me. But it’s more intense this time. Maybe because I’m feeling more and more connected to her all the time? But it’s too hard to really think right now.
She leans over me to ask, “Color, Evie? Are you still green?”
“Yes, so green.”
“Good, baby,” she says.
She runs her hand over my back, then her short nails, scratching my skin just enough to make me shiver. Her hand moves lower, then she reaches down and shoves her fingers into my soaking wet pussy.
“Oh!”
She starts to fuck me while she uses the other hand to spank me, moving both in the same rhythm, fucking me, spanking me, and I am about to lose my mind. I’m shaking with pleasure, with the need for more. With the need to take whatever she gives me, to be good for her.
She stops, leaning down to murmur in my ear, “Tell me, Evie. What color are you?”
“Green. Soooo green.”
She moves around to the front of me and pulls my chin up. “I need to see your eyes. Oh, yeah, you’re in subspace, my pretty girl.”
She gives me a quick kiss, then pushes my head back down until my cheek is resting on the mattress, and she holds it there for several long moments, pressing, pressing, commanding my body, which I fucking love.
“Stay,” she orders, and the command itself makes me even wetter.
I hear her behind me, but I can’t tell what she’s doing, and I brace myself for her to spank me again, but instead I feel something cool and smooth slide over my ass cheeks.
“I’m going to spank you with my belt, baby. You use your safe words if you need them, okay?”
“Okay. Yes, Dru,” I reply, unsure about the belt, but excited at the same time.
The first hit hurts, but not too bad. It’s both stingier and thuddier than her bare hand, but I like it. A lot. There’s something about just knowing it’s leather she’s hitting me with that’s hot as fuck.
Another strike, and this one burns, but in the best way possible. It doesn’t make sense in my brain, but I don’t want her to stop.
She smacks my ass with the belt a few more times, then the back of my thighs, and I’m moaning a little, but even as it hurts, it feels so good.
“Color, Evie?” she demands.
“Mmm, green.”
She starts in again, using an even cadence, going from one cheek to the other, occasionally smacking the back of my thighs instead.
And there’s something building inside me.
Sensation, yes, but also some sort of mental yielding.
The pain sort of forces me to give in, and I’m nearly swooning, my body warm and loose all over.
I don’t ever want her to stop. I don’t ever want to go without her touching me, hurting me, taking me to these impossible heights where I want to come and cry and laugh all at the same time.
Another hard strike of the belt, and this time I yelp.
“Ouch!”
“That’s not a safe word, baby. Do you need to safeword?”
A giggle rises up in me, and it spills out; there’s nothing I can do about it.
Her hand goes to the back of my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Look up at me,” she says.
But I’m giggling so hard, I can’t.
She digs her fingers into my hair and pulls my head up, but it only makes me giggle more.
She leans down, her gaze locked on mine, then she smiles.
“Ah, you’re in what we call the forever place. Time to stop, baby.”
“What? Noooooo,” I wail, then giggle once more. “But your dimples are so cute.”
“Yes, darlin’. I know you don’t want to, but I’m the boss, aren’t I? Dimples or not.”
“Well…yes. You’re the boss,” I say, hearing the pout in my voice.
I feel pouty. I want to beg, but I can’t allow myself to do it.
She bends over me and kisses my back again, then moves my hair aside to kiss the back of my neck before she unbuckles the handcuffs. Then she sits on the bed and pulls me into her lap.
I’m still pouting.
“You did so good. You took it so well. But it’s my job to watch out for you, to be sure we don’t take things too far, because you can’t take that back.
And I want this to always be good for you.
I don’t want to ruin it for you; some damage you can’t undo, and I won’t risk that with you, baby. Do you understand?”
I inhale, then blow out a quick breath. “Yeah. But I don’t have to like it.”
She pulls my chin up, forcing my gaze to hers. “There will be other times, you know.”
Suddenly I’m feeling all the emotions at once. All the emotions.
“Will there be, though?” I demand as tears form in my eyes yet again.
I hate that I cry with them so much, but at the same time, she’s created this safe space for me to feel whatever I’m feeling.
“Of course, baby. We have all the time in the world now—now that we’ve found each other again.”
“But… but… what if you decide you’re bored with me? Or I’m not… I’m not kinky enough for you? I mean, I’ve done some stuff before, but you have leather cuffs, and paddles, apparently. What if I don’t know enough? What if I hate the paddles? What if you just decide that… you don’t want me anymore?”
I’m nearly choking on a sob, and I know I’m being ridiculous and probably saying too much. I squirm in her lap, suddenly feeling like I need to get away to deal with my emotions on my own, but her arms just tighten on me.
“Evie. Baby. How could I ever do that when I’ve wanted you all these years?
This is a dream come true for me. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about you.
How I thought about you even when I shouldn’t, back when I was dating Marcy.
When I’ve dated other women since then. It’s always you I compare other people to, which I know wasn’t fair to them, but I couldn’t help it.
But Evie, I really think you’re just possibly deeper in subspace than you’ve been before. Is that right?”
“Well, yes.”
“And today might have been a lot for you.”
“I mean, it was, but in a really good way.” I sniffle as new tears start to trail down my cheeks, and I wipe at them impatiently.
“I needed it. Needed to try to make Christmas good again, and no one I’ve been with has ever wanted to do that for me.
They just blew me off because they didn’t want to be around my shitty attitude.
I can’t blame them. But you wanted to be with me, to try to help. ”
“That doesn’t mean it wasn’t a lot to process, probably on some very deep level. But this is my fault. I shouldn’t have tried any kink with you today after all that.”
“Or maybe I needed that to… I don’t know. To feel it all?”
“Hmm, maybe. I’m still sorry, baby.”
“Please don’t be sorry. I wanted it, all of it. Today and the Christmas tree and the spanking and the cuffs, and even your belt. I just wasn’t prepared to feel so much. But Dru, I’m so…”
I trail off. I can’t tell her how I’m feeling. It’s far too soon. And what was I about to say, anyway? That I’m in love with her? That I always have been?
She doesn’t seem to notice I didn’t finish my sentence, or maybe she’s ignoring it. She just pulls my head against her chest and strokes my hair.
“What do you need right now, pretty girl?”
“Just this,” I answer on a sigh.
It’s true. I’m here with her, my skin against hers, and she’s being so sweet with me, so careful. So caring. No one has ever treated me this way.
“Let’s get under the covers,” she says, and I sort of nod, then let her shift my body around, too limp to do much for myself.
She gets under the blankets with me and pulls me close, wrapping her arms around me, one leg slung over my hip, enveloping me in her warm embrace.
I’m so tired suddenly I can barely keep my eyes open. I bury my face in her chest and hold onto her, breathing her in, and close my eyes, basking in the safety of her arms, in the familiarity of her, in what feels like love.
When I wake up there’s the scent of coffee in the air—that and a touch of cinnamon. I hear the rain coming down outside the dark windows. Dru is no longer in bed with me, but it’s okay. I stretch, then yawn, wondering how long I was out.
Dru glances up from her laptop on the kitchen counter and smiles as she gets up and comes over to the bed, then sits on the edge.
“Hi there, sleepy girl,” she says, stroking my hair from my face “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”
She’s peering into my face as if she’s trying to figure out the answer before I can respond. She’s so damn cute.
“Mmm, I actually feel pretty good, like I just needed the rest. How long was I asleep?”
“A couple of hours. You were so knocked out, I thought I should let you sleep. Are you hungry?”