Thirty-Three Evelyn
The last few weeks had been spent juggling work with the exhausting process of researching, applying to, and interviewing at dozens of universities across the country.
Only one of them was in Seattle. I didn't want to leave the city, but jobs were scarce and would likely come with sacrifices of all sorts.
I didn't regret turning down the first university's offer months ago, even if they later told me the position wasn't available anymore. This experience taught me more about myself than I expected and gave me the résumé boost to apply to more renowned schools that better aligned with what I now understood I wanted—clarity that came from learning what I really hadn’t liked here. Even the university I once loved would have required moving an hour away if I’d received the offer.
But at that time I had less to stay for. Now my friendships here had grown, I’d found my place in Seattle, and fallen in love.
It was exhausting to say the least, but with my newfound motivation and Vanessa by my side, though I hadn't seen much of her, it was do-able.
Missing our intimacy was one thing, but missing her in general was another.
Just being around her had an effect on me that I still couldn't explain.
With work being all consuming and my high stress levels, I didn't even want to be touched.
We'd gone weeks without really touching each other, and I hadn't asked to touch myself either.
The anticipation of hearing back from the universities had me constantly on edge.
The little time we did get together at work was never enough, and it stayed mostly professional.
Vanessa made it clear she didn't want to distract me, so she never asked for more time unless I did first. Instead, she'd leave breakfast on my desk every morning and find little reasons to check in on me throughout the day.
Now that all the interviews were over, there was nothing left to do but wait. But somehow that part was even more draining.
Vanessa seemed to have taken notice of my lack of desire, tonight in particular rather concerned with why I still hadn't needed to take care of myself.
Vanessa: Evelyn, I'm expecting you out of the office at a reasonable time tonight. With your applications done, staying after hours is ludicrous. You're overworking and I want you to have time for yourself.
Evelyn: I will be. I've finished everything, so I'll try to relax.
Vanessa: Decompress in any way you need. Alright?
Evelyn: Thanks, but no thank you.
Her obvious request didn’t hold the same influence over my body as usual. It wasn't that I didn't want to, I just couldn't slip into that mindset with the stress.
Vanessa: Honey, it's been weeks. Are you sure you're alright?
My need to maintain control was too strong, overriding my submissive tendencies. Vanessa knew exactly how to bring them into play even during my brattiest moments, yet she seemed to recognize now wasn't the time no matter how strongly I craved to surrender.
Evelyn: Mhm, it's just hard when I'm stressed, that's all, nothing new.
Vanessa: Alright, darling. I'll see you tomorrow. Take care of yourself.
Evelyn: I will. Thanks for caring, Nessa.
I struggled to fall asleep, but my stress nearly dissipated when I woke up to an offer the next morning.
I drove into work an hour early, rushing towards Vanessa's office.
Before running to Vanessa, I sent a text to my dad. If my mom didn't complain to him about it, he would support my choice. After smiling at his congratulatory message I knocked on her door.
Vanessa was in the midst of an important phone call when I knocked, but she gave a small gesture inviting me inside without interrupting herself.
Her voice had that calm authority it always carried when she was working, every word measured and impossible to argue with. She sat perfectly composed behind her desk, one leg crossed neatly over the other, looking completely in control.
I'd missed this.
Without thinking, I crossed the room and lowered myself to my knees beside her chair, listening to her speak. I’d missed submission in each of its many forms.
Her free hand dropped down, absentmindedly playing with my hair and massaging my scalp, sending calm rushing through me.
Whether it be receiving the new position, or currently being in this one for Vanessa, my mind felt peaceful as my worries slipped further away.
She still managed to give me attention throughout the call, even while discussing serious business.
After a few minutes she ended the call, peering down at me intently.
"What's this perfect form for? I don't recall asking you to present for me," she asked, rubbing the satisfying spot behind my ear.
"I missed you, should I have not?" I asked as she took my hands bringing me up from my knees to sit on her thigh.
"No, of course not. As I've said, I love seeing you on your knees for me." She spoke closely, her lips grazing my skin.
I squirmed slightly as her breath fanned over the shell of my ear, suddenly very aware of how long it had been since I'd been touched. Without stress dimming every other feeling, every sensation felt heightened.
"Do you have something to tell me, sweetheart?" She pressed, running her nails up and down my arms, warming up the previously extinguished embers in my core.
"Um, yes. I got a job. It's the one in Ohio so definitely not my first choice, but still," I answered. Her antics with my current state of mind nearly caused me to forget why I’d come here to begin with.
"Oh Evelyn, that's wonderful," she murmured, pressing her lips to mine.
I pulled my head away quickly, letting out a little whimper as the previously warm embers began to smolder.
She caught the implication instantly.
A knowing smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she bit her lip.
"I can tell."
One hand drifted a little higher along my thigh while the other idly traced slow, absentminded patterns against my lower abdomen.
"Nessa, stop."
The words were supposed to sound firm. Instead, they came out as little more than a pleading whimper.
One brow arched.
"Don't tell me what to do," she chided, tightening her hold just enough to keep me from pulling away.
Then, as though deciding she'd made her point, she pressed one last lingering kiss to my neck before easing back and giving me the space I'd been asking for all along.
A quiet whimper escaped me anyway as my arms slipped around her, my fingers sinking into the silky fabric of her blouse before disappearing into the softness of her hair.
Our proximity was still too much to bear, and she'd already gotten me worked up past the point of no return. I mindlessly shifted in her lap, somewhat frustrated with why she had to do this now at work, where she'd previously made it clear she'd never escalate things.
"Stop that”—She grabbed my hips firmly—“before you leave a stain on my beloved Prada skirt." She started lifting me onto her desk, causing me to clutch onto her tighter, tangling my fingers in her hair.
My cheeks, and seemingly the rest of me, burned with embarrassment. The last thing I wanted was for her to keep looking as she calmly smoothed out her skirt.
Acting on instinct, I reached out and gave her hair a sharp tug, forcing her head back up. I'd do just about anything to stop her from noticing that I had, in fact, left my mark on the sleek black fabric.
Her response was immediate.
She caught my wrist with practiced ease, pinning it against the desk as she fixed me with a firm, unamused stare.
A quiet whimper escaped me as I hastily arranged my features into a picture of perfect innocence.
"And here I was going to take care of your little problem," she teased, gripping my wrist tighter as I tried to escape her grasp.
"No you weren't!" I objected, knowing she'd never do anything but tease me in her office.
“Oh, really? I was going to bed you over my desk. Spank you if you gave me a suitable reason, then coax orgasm and orgasm from your pretty body until you were begging me to stop and trembling in my arms, utterly satisfied."
I groaned, hoping she'd at least have some sympathy. "I'm sorry, you were humiliating me, and so I didn't think before I yanked."
"You poor thing, but it's satin. I can't walk around with your arousal displayed for everyone to see.” She wet her lips with her tongue. “It's mine, Evelyn."
"Yes, but when you said that, I didn't mean to pull your hair…it just happened, Nessa."
"Oh, trust me sweetheart, I'm well aware of how out of control you are, given you're still pressing yourself against the desk."
I parted my thighs, immediately sitting normally. It was an even harder task given the effects her humiliation had on me. I failed to hold back a needy whimper at the loss of contact.
"Aw, it's okay, my sweet girl," she whispered in her most patronizing tone.
"No, it's not okay." I pouted like a child, only feeding into how condescending she was being.
"Poor thing, I bet you feel all tense. I'm just ruining your ability to finally relax now, aren't I?"
"Mhm, Nessa, but last night you said you wanted to help me. You said I could touch myself," I protested trying to change her mind.
"Plus, you didn't even choose to touch yourself when I permitted it. You wanted to be a good girl and wait for me, didn't you, honey?" she egged me on.
"Yes, exactly and now I'm aching for you. Please touch what's rightfully yours," I begged, my discretion long gone as she ran the tip of her heel up my leg.
"I can imagine, humiliation really gets to you, doesn't it?
" She whispered, her hand previously resting on my knee playing with the fabric of my dress which had ridden up.
"Furthermore, I can feel it," she whispered, sliding my dress further up to run her fingertips along the lacy panties I wore, a pair she’d bought me.
"These are wrecked, honey," she murmured, feeling the heat radiating from my center as she pressed them into my slit.