Twenty-Six Evelyn
"Mia’s actually been doing much better. She’s finally taken me up on my offer to pay for her rehab."
The subject of work was far from my mind as I asked Vanessa whether the calls from Mia’s friends had ever stopped.
"You’re paying for all of it? After she wrecked your house, which you still haven’t even gotten an apology for." I reached over to steal my second sip of Vanessa’s drink as she spoke, beginning to grow somewhat tolerant of red wine’s flavor.
"Yes, honey. That’s all the more reason she needs it. Besides, the money isn’t going to affect me. And I wouldn’t quite call it an apology, but she alluded to a small level of gratitude—or at least acknowledged that I covered all the damage."
I wasn’t jealous. I’d brought up Mia in the first place. In fact, hearing about Vanessa’s unbelievable levels of sympathy and kindness toward her ex somehow made me want her even more.
"How much was it?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me as I tried to make sense of the situation.
"The damage or the rehab? I don’t exactly remember either. Does it matter?" she asked, downing the last sip of her wine before I could have any more.
"Not really. I’m just admiring your emotional maturity in the situation," I answered honestly with a shrug. "I also thought the government covered rehab for serious cases like Mia’s." I’d learned that from Meghan, who loved discussing her thoughts on government spending.
"Emotional maturity? Really, sweetheart?
" She chuckled at my wording. "And I’d estimate maybe seven thousand, give or take, for all the broken glass windows and dents from the rocks—after insurance. The government does, but they often do more harm than good. I paid for a top facility for her, but I’m not sure you want to hear the cost of that. "
I could imagine the damage with the glass. Her house was modern, with huge windows that gave it the open, vast feeling I loved.
"Oh God, it’s probably the cost of college tuition, isn’t it? Can I guess?"
Vanessa’s eyes wandered from my face, following the two men being seated at the table across from us. Her jaw clenched as her eyes widened in a mix of alarm and surprise. They hadn’t yet looked in our direction to notice Vanessa’s peculiar staring.
I opened my mouth to ask if she was okay, but before I could, she began speaking to a passing waitress.
"Excuse me—Rose," Vanessa addressed her, glancing at the woman’s name tag. "Are there any tables available elsewhere?"
"Yes, there’s a free table for two I believe. Shall I lead you there instead?"
"I’d appreciate that, thank you." Vanessa’s response seemed rushed, but still polite, as always.
"It’s no problem, ma’am. Follow me this way."
She led us to another table on the complete opposite side of the restaurant. Vanessa glanced back a few times, as if afraid of being spotted by whoever she wanted us moved away from.
The moment we were seated, her impeccable composure returned.
"Should I take your orders now, or would you like some more time?"
Vanessa and I exchanged a look, my eyes silently screaming no. She rolled hers playfully at my typical indecisiveness when ordering.
"We need a few more minutes, please," I answered with a small laugh.
The woman gave a polite nod and walked away.
"Why did we move tables?" I asked the moment she was out of earshot. My previous idea—that it was a coworker—felt silly, since there was nothing obviously taboo about two female, straight-passing coworkers going to dinner.
"It’s nothing you need to worry about. Now, let me help you choose what to order. What are you deciding between?"
I took the hint, continuing to scan the menu. I found a soup I’d love to recreate sometime, but nothing I felt confident enough to settle on.
Eventually, I insisted she choose for me so I could stop worrying about it. She knew my tastes well by now.
We walked the avenues surrounding the restaurant for what felt like ages, admiring this part of the city at night; so predictably once we got back I just wanted her to take me upstairs and have her way with me.
"Evelyn, would you like some tea or something to drink?" She offered, hanging up her coat and taking off her elegant heels.
"No thanks, no tea or anything, I drank plenty at the restaurant," I answered sitting in one of her love seats to wait for her. Much to my disappointment, she walked past me and towards the kitchen.
"Evelyn, have a drink. That was over an hour ago," she insisted, coming back with two cups of tea and sitting beside me.
She'd taken me out to a lovely dinner, and despite her obvious unease through the first half of the evening, we'd ended up having a wonderful time together. Watching her slowly relax made me want to behave for her.
“You're right. Thank you, Vanessa,” I said, taking the mug from her.
Taking a sip, I immediately recognized the familiar flavor of the tea leaves she'd brought on our trip. I hummed contentedly at the taste, smiling to myself at the memories it brought back.
"Did you follow my instructions, sweet girl?" she asked, setting down her mug once she'd finished.
A blush formed on my cheeks at the mention of the lingerie she gifted me.
"Of course I did," I answered, nibbling my lip in anticipation.
"Good, because now I'm going to ravish you in it."
She reached beside her, lifting a candle in one hand and a glass cup in the other.
"Evelyn, choose. Ice or wax? To get you warmed up so to speak."
My eyes darted between them, contemplating for a moment, before pointing towards the cup. "The ice."
She hummed, reaching over, bringing a silky blindfold into view. My lips parted in anticipation, watching her lean forward to tie it before everything went dark.
"Evelyn, I'm going to be right here with you. I won't be tying you up tonight unless you give me a reason to. Understood?"
"Yes, Vanessa."
"Good girl, now lie back for me."
Laying back slowly, my head aligned perfectly on a pillow, one she had to have moved under me as I leaned back. As always, considering my comfort.
There was a clicking noise, unusually loud for how ice sounded.
The first touch was warm, a single finger caressing my jaw.
"It's a pity this has to go, you look radiant all adorned in lace for me," she sighed, trailing her fingers over the lacy bra as she unclasped it. "However, I'm not going to let it hinder my fun with you," she muttered, peeling the piece off slowly.
Maybe it was all the anticipation, but a shiver rocked through me at the simple contact, which too felt amplified.
"Having one of your senses removed heightens your others.” She placed the cube on me, causing me to shudder. “But regardless, I'm expecting you to stay perfectly still for me." She slid the smooth cube down my shoulders and over the peaks of my breasts.
I let out a shaky breath trying to relax into the sensation as she brought the ice around my nipples.
The ice melted quickly against my burning skin, but she got another piece, trailing it over my abdomen and down to my thighs. She lifted it off for a second, giving me a moment to collect my thoughts before lowering the ice back on me.
But this time, warm air fanned my skin in contrast to the chill. She had the ice in her mouth.
As it gradually melted down, she began peppering frosty kisses down my thighs instead. She peeled down my panties, scratching her nails over my lower abdomen as she did.
I let out a low moan, the ice had left my skin sensitized.
She licked over my warm center, her chilled tongue sending pleasure coursing through me. Flattening out her tongue, she took a few long strokes. At the same time, one of her hands pressed down on my stomach, creating a new sensation deep inside me, as though she were reaching that spot from within.
Needing something to grab onto, I reached down blindly. My fingers found her hair, and I grabbed a handful, tugging harder as she swirled her tongue around me painfully un-rushed.
Her free hand gently urged me to let go, stroking over the back of my hand a few times, before placing it gently down on my thigh.
Unable to truly relax, I tangled my fingers back into her hair, yanking a bit.
I let out a low whimper, as a burning slap landed on my thigh.
Still, I didn’t let go until my hands were forcibly removed and her presence on my core disappeared completely.
I whined at the sudden loss, releasing my grip on her, and blindly trying to find a sheet to clutch instead in hopes she'd continue.
"That's not why I stopped, I'm just getting you wet enough to use," she chuckled, sliding her hands up my cheeks, warning me she was about to remove the blindfold.
She untied it, allowing me to pull it off myself, adjusting to the dim lighting as she spoke.
"Though I will be tying up your wandering hands, darling. Not necessarily as a punishment, but I’ve noticed you have an easier time submitting when you're restrained. "
Considering her words, there was truth to them. When I couldn't fight I didn't want to, and that was when I entered substate.
"Arms spread out above your head. I'm tying each one to either side of the headboard so you're completely at my mercy."
She reached over uncoiling the rope, and wound it around each wrist so I was completely secured.
She moved down, casually placing a thigh on either side of my abdomen, straddling my waist for a better view of her work.
Leaning back, she trailed her eyes over me, her art, in pride as I relaxed into my bonds.
"Are you going to be a good girl for me, sweetheart? Or do I need to restrain your ankles as well?" She raised a brow in question.
"I can stay still," I insisted. "I mean, I'll try," I added, meeting her eyes swarming with disbelief.
"We'll see about that, darling," she whispered, bending down to kiss me, giving me a perfect view of her cleavage in the lacy bra she wore.
With her hovering above me, I fought the urge to press up into her. She bit my lower lip, at the same time entering my mouth with her tongue.