Twenty-Nine Evelyn #3
"If a ring makes all the difference, so be it. I'll put you on a leash and bring you to your knees once more. Only able to crawl at my feet. Is that what I need to do for you to understand what you mean to me?" she murmured against my ear.
My mind was growing fuzzy, but this time it wasn't from my self deprivation of orgasms, it was something else, something deeper.
"No, Vanessa," I murmured looking down, away from the perfect picture in front of me, struggling to breathe as is. She moved closer, her round breasts pressing against my back.
"I had this made with the earrings because I knew you'd be mine.
Likewise, your body already seemed to have known exactly who it belonged to for a while now.
Hasn't it, Evelyn?" She whispered, lifting my dress and trailing her fingers in between my thighs, brushing across the lingerie she'd gotten me.
"Yes, I've been yours,” I gasped at the contact.
"I'm not only talking about this," she purred, snapping the panties against my skin, making me gasp.
"I'm talking about this," she whispered, gently lifting my right hand from my side and interlocking our fingers. With her hand above, she guided mine over my clothed center. She pressed down on my forefinger, directly over my clit, chuckling as I flinched and did my best to stifle a moan.
I kept my eyes down, knowing if I looked up, this scene reflected in the mirrors would be too much to handle.
"It hasn't worked the same for weeks, has it, my sweet girl." She guided my hand in a circular motion, allowing my hand to bring me pleasure for the first time in weeks.
"Yes, my hands don't compare to yours," I got out, as my other hand was lifted in a similar fashion and brought over my left breast. My nipples hardened under my dress as she pressed down on my fingers in sync, pinching and twisting their stiff peaks.
My goal of staying quiet was long forgotten as she slipped our hands beneath the seam of my panties, allowing us both to feel the warm sleek arousal she'd caused to form.
"Your hands can still work if that's what you use when on your own, sweetheart. But you need to know when they can. You need to know you have my permission to touch yourself."
My head fell back against her shoulder, more of my weight slipping onto her, as I slipped deeper into subspace.
"And if you ask nicely, I'll oblige, I want you satisfied, darling. Sex is more pleasant when you aren't so deprived that you come from a few touches within mere minutes," she cupped my jaw as she spoke, holding it up so I was forced to watch.
My knees began to wobble, they'd surely give out beneath me any moment.
"Look at yourself, Evelyn. You're breathtaking, and you're mine."
My body felt weak, yet enhanced, enchanted. My shoulders fell back against her, as I lost myself in her arms.
She pulled the end of my braid, angling my face up to kiss her. Melting into the kiss, I surrendered myself completely.
When I was about to fall, Vanessa lifted me into her arms. I leaned into every bit of her touch she gave me, needing more, needing her.
"Vanessa, I need you, now," I murmured as she climbed on top of me, making quick work of unclasping my bra and slipping off my stifling dress.
"I'm right here with you, sweetheart," she crooned, capturing my lips in another passionate kiss.
My hands were free, my legs were free, but I was bound under her like never before.
"Please," I whimpered as she trailed kisses down my body, caressing every inch of my skin on the way down.
She didn't tease, giving me exactly what I needed.
Even after the orgasm faded, the blissful trance remained. I‘d lost sense of time, not sure how long we lay in tranquil quiet as she stroked my back. Time seemed to fade away. The whole world did, leaving only us.
Eventually, I stirred in her arms, my senses slowly returning.
“You’ve come back to me, angel,” Vanessa murmured, reaching over to hand me a glass of water. “Drink this.”
I took a few sips of the chilled water before placing it back on the nightstand and settling against her again.
“Evelyn, the whole thing.”
I finished the glass without protest, too content to argue, then curled back into her, feeling incredibly clingy.
“Thank you, Nessa. That was just… I can’t put what I felt into words,” I whispered, holding her tightly.
“How are you feeling now? Is there anything specific you need?” she asked, hugging me just as firmly.
“Incredible. I don’t think I need this much aftercare since we didn’t do anything extreme, but I appreciate it anyway—so don’t stop,” I giggled, still pleasantly high on endorphins and adrenaline.
“Extreme physically, maybe not. Mentally, though, I’ve never seen you this deep in subspace. You gave me so much of yourself tonight, and I’ll always look after you—during and after. I promise.”
“You’re right. I think I really do need it. I still feel unwound.”
“Just let yourself relax into me. You don’t have to think right now—just let go.”
I obeyed, allowing the peaceful bliss to take over once more. The moment I did, the exhaustion that’d been building all night hit me all at once.
“Evelyn, thank you for this.”
“For what?”
“For your trust in me, my darling.”