Twenty-Four Evelyn #2
Her hand on my head, once holding me in place, began to move me downwards, tugging on my hair like a horse's reins. I let out a muffled whimper as without hesitation she guided me exactly where she wanted me. She managed to dominate the situation even with me on top, and I didn't mind one bit.
I didn't hesitate, surprisingly disinterested in delaying her gratification. Having wanted to do this for a while, I dove in eagerly, lapping her up with my tongue. She was warm and wet, smelling like her eucalyptus serum.
"Yes, just like that," she breathed out, her strong thighs holding me in place.
Feeling her get close, I sped up my motions, nearly losing my focus as her hand resting in my hair dropped down to cup my cheek.
She seemed to have much more control over herself than I did when in this position. Her hands were careful not to grip me too tight and her hips refrained from riding my face—though it was something I dreamed of her doing.
"Good girl, keep going," she purred, her voice an octave lower than usual. I moaned at her words, slipping the tip of my tongue inside her to feel her silky walls pulse around me. Her walls began fluttering, tightening around me, but I didn't stop until her hand in my hair tugged me upwards.
I placed a kiss on her thigh, before resting my chin on her chest, looking into her soft green eyes, as she stroked my hair.
I couldn't get the stupid smile off my face, she was so beautiful.
I really wanted to kiss her, but resisted, worried she'd be one of those people who didn't want someone to after going down on them.
She rolled her eyes at my prideful grin, sitting up and pulling me onto her lap.
Our faces were mere inches apart as she ran her hands through my hair, which had gotten all messed up.
"Honey, you can kiss me," she chuckled, noticing the way my eyes kept darting to her lips. Cupping my cheeks, she kissed me more gently than usual. It felt more intimate.
I tried to focus on her lips, not the tingling in my lower abdomen, refusing to let myself press against her. I pulled away blushing, knowing this was working me up all over again. She had to feel it with me sitting on her thigh, bare underneath my robe.
"Awe, you poor thing, did all of this really affect you that much, love?"
"No, I'm fine," I lied, getting off her thigh to lay down beside her, playing with the hair at the nape of her neck. In moving the soft strands, I noticed a reddish mark, where I’d clearly sucked too hard.
Gulping, I moved the hair back, knowing I’d messed up. It had to be gone by tomorrow, it wasn't that bad. All considered, I’d done a relatively good job resisting the urge to mark her, in case she even thought about sleeping with someone else anytime soon. I was immature like that.
I hummed as she wrapped her arms around me, spooning me from behind. Of course I was incredibly comfortable, but I preferred sleeping on top of her, on my stomach, where I could listen to heartbeat, and she could keep me warm.
I pulled her arm further around, hoping I could hold it against me, still not feeling enough of her. Realizing that wouldn't work, I just lay still, not quite bothered enough to make her move, I'd still be able to sleep just fine. Her being here was enough.
"This isn't going to work for you, is it?"
"What isn't?"
"Just come here, honey." She rubbed my back and I turned around smiling sheepishly. "On top of me, darling. Don't go all shy on me now."
I giggled, flipping onto my stomach and surrounding her completely with my body. More sleepy now than horny, I slipped my thigh between her legs to be closer to her as I dozed off.
I woke up reasonably early. Vanessa was still fast asleep beneath me, one arm draped possessively around my waist.
The first thing I noticed as my eyes adjusted, was a dark spot on her neck redder than last night with a hint of purple.
With the sunlight streaming in through the large glass windows, I noticed a few smaller pink spots I hadn’t caught the night before.
I was absolutely screwed when she woke up and saw the damage.
She wasn’t an oblivious person; she’d notice it immediately.
It wasn’t my place to leave a hickey on her, and it was unwise for so many reasons.
Even her ungodly amount of patience with me wouldn’t extend this far.
I slowly rolled off her, suddenly aware of how hungry I was. I wanted to cook something nice for us, and she didn’t seem to mind me using her things. It was odd because I specifically remembered her telling me she didn’t like people messing with them.
Adam and Michael had told me it was why she’d fired so many people before Jane.
She seemed to have a long history of firing people.
There were lots of rumors—apparently she’d taken down a whole company several years ago just to be petty.
It wasn’t my place to ask her about it yet, but I was rather curious.
She always had her reasons, and I had a feeling there was a method to her madness others missed.
She had enough ingredients, tools, and space for me to make pretty much anything.
Deciding pancakes would be nice, I started on the batter. My kitchen technique was best described as controlled improvisation, but somehow it always worked out. I sliced some fruit in between flipping the pancakes.
Turning around to grab a plate for the finished ones, I noticed Vanessa leaning in the doorway, watching me with a coy smile.
"You didn’t have to do this."
"I wanted to. Besides, I’m starving."
"So, Evelyn, is there something you were planning on telling me?"
I stopped my fork midair, my mouth suddenly going dry. I wasn’t ready for this conversation, the embarrassment starting to sink in.
"Can you pass me the syrup, please?" I asked, looking down and picking at my pancakes with my fork.
"Evelyn, look at me. You’re not getting out of this, sweetheart."
I looked up, still playing with my pancake for confidence.
"I’m sorry," I mumbled sheepishly.
"Oh, are you? Because I don’t think you are."
"It was kind of an accident."
“‘Kind of’ isn’t very convincing."
"I wasn’t thinking logically when I was, um…"
"So you thought it was appropriate to mark my neck where everyone can see it, just because I let you touch me?"
"No, no. In the moment I just—I felt… I’m not sure."
"This is not the way to send me a message, sweetheart."
"I wasn’t—”
I totally was.
“It won’t happen again," I finished.
"I’m sure it won’t. But do you honestly think I’m going to let you get away with this that easily?"
I failed to hold back a smile, excitement rushing through me, knowing exactly what was going to happen.
"Desperate much? You’re going to need to finish your breakfast first, love."
She led me to her bedroom, my hand finding its way around her forearm out of habit. She sat down on the bed, beckoning me over. Without hesitating I followed, laying myself face down over her lap without a command.
It was nearly alarming how excited I was about this.
She clicked her tongue. "Not like that. Lay on the bed, flat on your stomach."
"But last time, on the boat, I liked when you took me over your lap—"
"I'm sure you did. But last time you didn't make a mess of my neck, no?"
"Right." I did as she said, looking back at her expecting some kind of praise for my compliance.
"Don't question me again. Understood?”
"Yes, Vanessa."
"I'm not restraining you physically per say. You are to keep your hands held together behind your back, is that clear?"
"Yes, but I liked it when you used rope—"
"What did I tell you, Evelyn."
"Not to question you."
"So why are you still doing so when you know you'll be a whimpering mess completely at my mercy in a few minutes?"
"Right."
"I'm also going to be using a riding crop instead."
"But your hand felt wonderful can't you just—"
"Evelyn, if I have to remind you to keep your mouth shut again, I will quite literally gag you."
"Oh."