Thirty-Four Evelyn #2
I dripped onto her sheets, more than ready for her. But she remained maddeningly deliberate, her pace unchanged. She gently stroked my labia, only circling my outer folds.
"Nessa?" I prompted, wanting more.
"Patience, sweetheart," she answered gently, continuing to rub me for a few more seconds. "Now breathe," she whispered, slipping a finger deep inside me, facing no resistance. “That’s it”
"Oh, Vanessa," I moaned as she thrust, adding another digit, her palm rolling against my clit.
As my body adjusted to the intrusion, she began to curl her fingers inside me, adding a new sensation to the mix.
Rather than speeding up, she pushed deep inside me, much further than last time.
When she added a third finger and curled them at the knuckle in unison I realized what she was trying to do.
"Only ask to come when you really need to," she instructed, still rubbing my clit to prevent friction.
"Okay," I groaned, holding myself back. I fisted the sheets, my knuckles turning white as I squeezed them. Another gush of arousal coated her palm as she assaulted my body with wave after wave of unfamiliar pleasure. But I stayed strong resisting the urge to clench around her fingers.
"Vanessa, can I please come? I don't know how long I can wait," I got out in between gasps, a moaning mess beneath her.
She hummed in amusement, her eyes twinkling in satisfaction as she curled her nimble fingers still hitting that same perfect spot deep within me. "You're even more desperate than earlier," she murmured, tracing her fingers along my neck, brushing the thin gold chain around it.
"But I'm trying to be a good girl for you." Slipping may have been more difficult but now I was completely hers. Her girlfriend, her submissive, her toy and whatever else she’d grant me the honor of being.
"Darling, I mean I've never seen you so eager to submit. You've missed this. Haven't you?"
"Yes, Vanessa. So much," I nodded earnestly, still pleading with my eyes, but not asking. If she wanted me to come she'd tell me to. Until then, I'd wait, grateful for whatever she chose to give me.
"You can come for me. Your ability to hold off exceeded my expectations, sweetheart. That's not praise I hand out lightly."
Giving into every sensation, I let go completely, relinquishing the last of my control.
There was a new tingling sensation inside me, and to my surprise, a wet warmth spread between my thighs as she continued to rub me through the aftershocks.
She left her fingers inside me, easing me out of the particularly long lasting high as I withered in the small puddle beneath me.
I wanted to put what she'd just made me feel into words, but the task felt impossible with all the euphoric feelings rushing through me. I opened my mouth, speaking without much thought as she pulled out of me, drunk on all the pleasure like alcohol.
"Mommy, I—"
I stopped, snapping out of subspace. All the endorphins and dopamine previously coursing through my body seemed to vanish as the realization of what I'd just said hit me.
Vanessa's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected term of endearment. She blinked, momentarily taken aback by the slip of my tongue. A brief moment of confusion crossed her features before she composed herself, a hint of amusement glimmering in her eyes. "Oh, Mommy?"
"Vanessa, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean—I wasn't trying to call you that. It just slipped out. I don't even know why I said it.” Rambling, I covered my face as it grew redder by the second.
Sensing my panic, Vanessa's features softened slightly. "Shhh, it's quite alright, my darling. Do you really think you're the first to call me that?" She comforted me, but I only screwed my eyes shut tighter mentally scolding myself for introducing kinks I swore I never would with her.
"Is that supposed to make me feel better? I'm actually going to kill myself," I muttered more to myself, completely appalled by my own behavior. There were some thoughts or fantasies I’d been perfectly content keeping to myself.
"Unfortunately, you're not the first to express such sentiments either, darling," she commented, trying to remove my hands to see my face.
I nearly laughed at her remark before scrunching up my face again in embarrassment as she once again attempted to peel my hands away.
"Evelyn, stop. You're being immature," she said, successfully prying my hand away and forcing me to look at her.
"I don't want to talk about it. Please, can you pretend this never happened?" I pleaded.
"Honey, it's honestly inconsequential. In fact, I find it a bit attractive, if I'm being honest," she answered, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"Wait, what?" I asked, even though I’d heard her perfectly clearly.
"Yes, so stop being so dramatic." She rolled her eyes.
"Okay, Mommy," I teased, beaming.
"Evelyn, I swear to God. Cut it out." Her jaw tensed, daring me to continue.
"Why, Mommy?" I tilted my head, pouting innocently.
"Just because I was forgiving of your slip-up doesn't mean I've granted you the liberty to come up with and use whatever honorific you want for me without my permission."
"And what if I don't stop, Mommy?"
"Then there will be consequences. We both know I won't hesitate to punish you. And I prefer Mistress if you're going to use a title."
"Mistress," I repeated just above a whisper, loving the way it sounded—fitting her so perfectly. Just as it had in my dream.
"Mhm, yes, baby?" she chuckled lightly, thinking she'd successfully gotten me to behave.