Twenty-One Evelyn #2
With one hand she grabbed both mine, pinning them in place before continuing to take her time.
"Stop trying to push me, you're not in control. Accept it."
But that was easier said than done, my submission needed to be earned. Not just by trust, she’d earned that ages ago, but also by proving she was capable of claiming it.
She stopped her movements, pulling back to examine me. She was definitely used to more obedient submissives. Would this work?
"I'm not rewarding you for your bad behavior, love. You should have picked that up by now. No?” But her expression remained calm, content. I couldn’t read what she was thinking and the anticipation only made me ache more.
Her eyes were gentle, caring. She wasn't mad or disappointed with my behavior.
But she didn't give in, instead, her grip only tightened.
"I'm going to try something, turn around. "
I did as she asked, laying on my stomach as patiently as I could while dripping with anticipation. She must've noticed my effort because, after a moment, she slowly began rubbing gentle circles across my back.
"Remember your safeword," she murmured. "Don't push yourself past what you can handle."
To my delight she trailed her fingers lower, rubbing over my butt a few times before bringing her hand down on me in one swift motion.
I ached knowing what she was going to do, but jumped at the contact regardless.
It was so exhilarating, likely for her too as there was no doubt in my mind she’d wanted to do this for a while.
I moaned as she pulled me across her lap for a better angle, soaking in the feeling of our skin clad thighs touching before she delivered the next one on the other cheek.
She spanked me a few more times, not too hard to where it hurt, but hard enough to be felt.
Each one had more force than the last, and I wasn't complaining, just trying to hold myself still as my arousal built. Regardless, each one drew a gasp from me as she finally released all the pent-up desire to do this she’d surely had to suppress around me.
Her next slap was the hardest one yet, and I couldn't stop myself from squirming pathetically in her lap, seeking friction between my thighs. I didn't want her to know how much this was turning me on, so I kept fighting to stay composed.
On the next one, I finally allowed myself give in. My mind calmed, my awareness slipping away, surrendering. Everything around me was slowly fading, my mind turning quiet. Nothing else existed other than her and I. No stress, no obligations, no burden of control.
But all too soon she stopped, rubbing over the pinkish skin in tantalizingly gentle circles with her palms.
"Don't stop,” I whimpered, wanting to stay in this blissful state forever.
"I know," she whispered. "But right now, I know your limits better than you do."
A bashful smile played on my lips, so this was sub-state. This euphoria I’d never touched upon at such a tranquil level.
Her hands moved up to caress my shoulders, softly prompting me to move onto my back. I did so without having to be told. "How do you feel, sweet girl?” she asked, stroking my hair.
"Content," I whispered, using all my energy to arch up to kiss her.
She guided me back down with a sturdy hand on my chest but pressed her lips to mine for a few seconds, moving them against mine slowly, never deepening the kiss. But that didn't satisfy me; it only deepened my need for her to take me completely. In my current state, every touch was over sensitized.
"Tell me what you need."
"You. I need you."
She let out a breathy laugh at my honest words, her caresses never stopping. She had me completely in this moment, and she knew it.
"I'm going to need you to be more specific since we’ve had no prior conversations surrounding limits.” She squeezed my hand gently. “I'm not usually this spontaneous, sweetheart." Everything about Vanessa was so planned and calculated, so that was no surprise.
"Vanessa, I need you to take me." My words held so much emotion. Why was I suddenly so needy?
Vanessa seemed to sense my sensitivity and realize leaving me hanging any longer wouldn't be wise.
"It's okay, I'll take good care of you, I promise.” Vanessa seemed to sense my sensitivity and realize leaving me hanging any longer wouldn't be wise. “You just relax and let me do the work," she consoled, trailing kisses down my toned stomach.
Involuntary whimpers fell from my lips, every touch sending sparks through me. She held my gaze as her slender fingers hooked around my bikini bottoms.
I gave her a nod, and that was all it took for her to peel them down my legs.
One hand caressed my innermost thighs while the other one pulled down one of my bikini cups.
Both hands began in small circles, one hand at the center of my breast and one at the apex of my thighs.
I wrapped one of my hands in her hair bringing her mouth back to mine.
She let me get away with it, kissing me back with the intensity I craved, never stopping what she was doing with her hands, only pulling back once I was breathless.
The contact in both places was almost too much, even without penetration I felt close in a matter of minutes.
"Evelyn?"
"Y— yes."
"I want you to hold off until I give you permission."
No one had ever asked me to do this and I doubted it was even possible. It was a wonderful reason to be punished. But Vanessa's expectation was clear. She wasn't trying to give me a forced orgasm, she already spanked me. She wanted me to obey.
I began to feel nervous, I was right on the edge and had no idea what to do. All I knew was I really didn't want to defy her, maybe I did before entering this state, but right now I just wanted to be a good girl. Her good girl.
"Vanessa please, I can't,” I pleaded, clenching my thighs together in an attempt to hold off the inevitable.
Vanessa's expression noticeably changed, seeing the fear in my eyes. Not fear of anything she'd do, it was fear of letting her down.
"I know sweetheart. It's alright, let go," she cooed.
"You're doing so well for me." She had obviously plans of making me go longer but my expression must’ve given away my condition.
She was responsible enough to realize me coming without her permission would result in feelings of shame and a major drop.
As much as I loved to get a negative reaction from her, push her buttons, talk back, and resist her every attempt to gain my submission; once she did, I craved her validation and to please her like nothing else.
She played with me through my orgasm, drawing it out.
Then she slipped a finger inside me with ease, finding a good rhythm as her palm rolled against my clit with each movement.
Her motions had me close to another orgasm relatively fast, as I began falling apart beneath her once more.
I could barely think, let alone get out the words to express how close I was.
Not as her digits brushed my inner walls, her fingers curling unimaginably deep inside me.
All I got out was an incoherent whimper as I rocked and bucked my hips desperately.
She held them down with one arm, as she rolled one of my nipples between two of her fingers.
"Come for me again, Evelyn." Waves of ecstasy rushed through me, each more powerful than the last, leaving me completely spent. Her warm arms wrapped around me, as she whispered more praises into my ears. For the first time, I didn't need to spell out my every need, someone got it. Vanessa got it.
As I slowly came back into reality, the transition was seamless.
Feeling her warm chest against my head, she practically cradled me in her arms. Her gentle hands redressed and fixed me up like a doll, as I was too out of it to be bothered to do so myself.
If I forced myself to snap back, I probably could have, but I was not passing up this opportunity to relax and let her take care of me.
She didn't seem to mind, carefully slipping my arms back under the straps wordlessly before placing a chaste kiss on my shoulder.
As we were nearing our destination this area could become more public and she knew if I wasn't so dazed I wouldn’t have wanted to be exposed.
It was assuring to know I could let myself slip, and shut off my mind because she would respect me.
"Vanessa?" I broke the comfortable silence, another thing she had known I would appreciate without being told. My mind was sensitized and the last thing I needed was going from a place so still, into one full of noise.
"Yes, darling?" I nearly lost my train of thought at the new pet name, my favorite one yet.
"Thank you, for everything."
She gazed down at me raking her fingers through my hair.
"No thanks needed, love." Her smile was filled with nothing but adoration. Not the previous firmness, curiosity, or lust, something that instead made my heart clench.
"No, not that. This."
Her eyebrows furrowed for a short second before catching on with ease.
She didn't answer, instead placing a soft assuring kiss on my forehead before picking me up, a smart move because I was too tired to walk and didn't wanna be left alone quite yet.
She held me bridal style, like I weighed nothing as I wrapped my hands around her neck.
She carefully deposited me near the front of the boat, near our snacks and water.
"Honey, we are nearing the hotel's dock, so I have to steer. But I want you to drink some water and have some of the chocolate strawberries."
The way she looked after me was just as satisfying—if not more so—than the sex itself.
I did as she asked, content to admire Vanessa as she sauntered around the boat. She was beautiful. I'd always loved the composed professionalism she carried at work, but this looser, more personal side of her had me wrapped around her finger even tighter.