18. Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

P ixie's chest ached like someone had just run a car straight through it.

Beyond her therapist, she hadn't even told her closest friends as much as she'd confessed to Eva. But the sight of her mother at the bar had combined with the perfect storm of the loneliness that had been consuming her as of late, and Eva had been there. She'd been the steady presence Pixie had craved, and she'd been unable to help herself from spilling out truths she swore she'd keep locked up until she died.

Yet the world was still spinning. Her feet were still on the ground. And Eva wasn't staring at her like she was a freak, like she was broken beyond repair.

No, instead Eva stared at her like she was sexy as fuck. Like she mattered. Like pouring her guts on the pavement hadn't made a dent in the attraction flaring between them .

It was terrifying.

It was also everything she'd ever wanted.

Eva led the way to Pixie's bedroom like she belonged there, and a shiver rolled down her spine. Somehow, between leaving the bar and pouring her guts out to Eva, the intense urge to crawl out of her skin had dissipated. Instead, tendrils of heat crept inside her, filling the empty spaces.

Tonight she wanted to feel owned. Even if she and Eva weren't anything more. Even if it was just a fantasy to chase.

"We went over limits at the Play Night, but has anything changed? What's your headspace like?" Eva perched on the edge of Pixie's bed, seeming at ease.

Pixie remained standing as she took a moment to evaluate. Even though Eva was a new Domme, she got marks for being attentive and asking the right questions. Pixie had enough experience to understand when she shouldn't be playing, but she felt surprisingly clear-minded despite the pouring out of her darkest secrets. "My headspace is fine right now—shocking, I know—but I'll safeword out if anything changes."

"Still using the stoplight system?" Eva's slow perusal melted her insides like honey.

"Mmhmm." Pixie fought the urge to drop to her knees in front of Eva. The way she sat on the edge of Pixie's bed, legs crossed, arms back, was pure confidence. Combined with her red lipstick, tight black top, and sexy pencil skirt, this woman was plucked straight out of her sapphic daydreams.

"Good." Eva tapped her manicured nail against the mattress. "Strip for me."

Pixie's mouth went dry. "Yes, Mistress." She pulled her dress off and slung it to the floor, followed by her panties. She toed out of her sandals last and stepped in front of Eva.

Eva arched a brow. "You left a mess on the floor. Better bring it over to your hamper…with your teeth."

Oh fuck. Moisture gushed at her pussy. This was the sort of play she'd been longing for deep down but hadn't found with any of the other dominants at Whipped. Humiliation turned her on more than anything else, and Eva dialed onto her wavelength with zero effort.

Pixie lowered to her hands and knees, exposing her ass and her slick pussy in the process. She picked the dress up with her teeth and then rose again to carry it over to the hamper. Eva watched her the whole time from her perch on the edge of the bed, the cool composure such a turn-on. The heat of Eva's gaze burned into her as she returned to her hands and knees, dipped down, and snagged up her panties to take care of them as well.

"Good girl," Eva said, and the rush of heat through Pixie's body was reward enough. The way Eva alternated between humiliation and praise would be her undoing. "Come over here and kneel between my legs."

Pixie's mouth watered. She didn't know what to anticipate, but she was already soaked.

Eva rolled her skirt up to her waist and tugged her black lace panties down, showing her pretty pussy with the trimmed auburn curls. Pixie went delirious with want. She sank to the floor in front of Eva, exercising all her restraint to keep from diving in to get a taste.

"Mouth on my pussy, but rest it there." Eva spread her legs wider as she inched to the edge of the bed. "You're going to be my pussy warmer, dove."

Lord have mercy .

Pixie whimpered as she lowered her mouth to Eva's pussy. The temptation to lick and suck at it rose in a big way, but she rested her open mouth there, her tongue flat against Eva's clit. Eva carded her fingers through Pixie's hair. Pixie placed her palms on the floor to brace herself. She might be here a while. Her pussy was fucking soaked, and tasting Eva's nectar on her tongue but unable to do anything about it was torture.

Eva ran her fingers through Pixie's hair, using her nails, which gave the motion the lightest bite. A shiver rolled through Pixie, along with a heady hum. Getting her hair played with was something she was a slut for, but combined with the pleasant sensation of having her face pressed on Eva's pussy, she was in heaven.

"Don't worry." Eva purred like a cat. "I've got plenty planned for you tonight."

Truth be told, Eva could tell her she wasn't allowed to come, that she had to stay with her mouth on Eva's pussy all night and get her hair played with, and she'd be thrilled. Already, the stress and worries from earlier swirled away like water down the drain. Her mind was growing fuzzier with each pass of Eva's nails against her scalp, and the shivery sensation rolling through her was one she wanted to bask in. The woman was helping her come down from the emotional outburst and easing her in, but she loved that Eva didn't call attention to it. That she just took care of Pixie in whatever way she could.

Eva continued those even strokes through her hair, and her mind floated a million miles away.

"Where are your restraints, dove?" Eva asked. It took a moment for those words to pierce through her head. "You can answer me."

Pixie pulled back, flexing her jaw. Her lips were wet with Eva's slick, and fuck if that wasn't hot as hell. "I've got leather ones for hands and feet in the chest at the base of the bed, and I've got rope and bondage tape there too. Pick your poison."

"Well, this newbie doesn't have enough experience with rope to tie you up, but I'm curious about the bondage tape." Eva gave Pixie's hair one more pass with her fingertips, then rose from the bed, leaving a glistening spot on the blanket. Pixie squeezed her thighs tight, as if that might help from the way she dripped onto the floor right now.

"Bondage tape is wonderful," Pixie said, her words coming out slightly slurred as if she was already fuckdrunk without even getting fucked.

"Fantastic. Get on the bed. I'll be right back."

Pixie followed her command as Eva slipped out of the bedroom. When Eva returned, she juggled black straps and something neon pink, and Pixie could make some wild guesses, even though Eva dipped out of view fast. A creak from the foot of her bed meant Eva had found the chest with Pixie's sex toys.

"Someone's a filthy girl." Eva's casual drawl turned her on beyond belief. "How often do you shove these beasts up your legs?"

Ah, her dildo collection.

"I asked you a question, dove," Eva said, the slightest hint of warning in her voice. Pixie loved it.

"Every day." Heat rose to her cheeks. She'd been fucked on a platform in front of a crowd before, but something about how Eva teased her made her blush like she was new to this all. Maybe because of the arch tone of her voice or the coy way she looked at her, but either way, Pixie's pussy ached to be filled.

"Definitely a filthy girl then," Eva said, rising from her crouch with the bondage tape in hand. Eva closed the space between them and crawled on top of the mattress. She was still dressed while Pixie was bare, and that had her dripping more .

When Eva's hand brushed against her arm, sparks traveled through her. Her body lit up at the mere contact. Sheer magic or just their connection? Eva wound the bondage tape beneath her and wrapped it around her arms, which wasn't what she'd expected. Wrist and ankle ties were more the norm. But no, Eva bound her arms to her torso above her tits and then wrapped another strip of bondage tape below them.

"Perfect." Eva spread Pixie's thighs wide and settled between them. Pixie shifted a little to test the tape around her arms, but the hold remained firm. All she could do was wiggle in place. If she weren't already floating, this would skyrocket her there. Something about being helpless brought her to subspace with ease, and Eva seemed to systematically press every one of her buttons.

Eva grabbed Pixie's tit hard and then licked her nipple.

"Oh god," Pixie moaned out, writhing in place. The shock of bliss short-circuited her brain, but she didn't have time to recover. Eva licked and sucked on the nipple, each tug sending a jolt right to her core. Being bound while Eva teased her tits was turning into one of her favorite things ever.

Eva was meticulous as she nipped and sucked at her nipple, sometimes drawing back to lick around the areola. She alternated between kitten licks and sharp stings, the sensations pushing Pixie toward overload. Her pussy dripped like a faucet, and Eva hadn't even touched it. Pleasure rolled through Pixie in waves, her clit all but humming.

Eva let go of that breast and switched to the other one with the same kind of pressure in her grip. Pixie's eyes fluttered, and when that sinful mouth wrapped around her nipple and sucked, lust jolted straight to her core. The thump of desire between her legs was a second heartbeat, and she'd immolate on the spot when Eva finally touched her clit or fucked into her sopping wet pussy .

Pixie writhed in place, desperate, and not even sure what for. Eva's mouth on her tits felt so damn good she could die happy here. Eva continued to alternate between the two until her nipples grew puffy and tender. Fuck, she'd never had a partner pay this close attention to her nipples before, and she didn't realize how much she adored it. Each suck sent a zing straight to her clit until she was primed to burst at even a breath.

A little gush of wetness trickled down her leg, and her cheeks heated at how shamelessly turned on she was. With her arms bound to her side, her tits were on full display to play with, and Eva didn't hesitate. Seeing the woman's crimson lips wrapped around her nipple was masturbation fodder for the next century. And those little lipstick smudges left around her tits were equally alluring.

"Please, Mistress," Pixie said, unable to take it anymore. God, she was going to combust.

"Mmm, but I could play with these pretty tits all day," Eva said, her voice sensual and smoky.

Pixie let out a whimper, but she couldn't squeeze her thighs together with Eva planted right between them.

"Do you want to be fucked between these thighs, filthy girl?" Eva grazed her teeth across Pixie's already sensitized nipple. Tears pricked in her eyes from the sheer assault of pleasure bordering on pain.

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned.

Eva pulled away, a smirk on her lips as she slipped over the side of the bed. When she rose again, she ditched her skirt and tugged the straps of a harness up and over her hips. A thick neon dildo protruded from the O-ring. The interesting bumps and ridges along the length would sure as fuck feel amazing. Even though she'd undone a few buttons, Eva still wore her blouse, which was so damn hot.

"This what you looking for, dove?" Eva sauntered toward the bed, her length bobbing with the movement.

"Mmph," Pixie moaned. "Yes, Mistress." Her clit throbbed, and her hole ached to be filled. The sight of Eva with the strap-on was like Pavlov's bell, triggering her consuming need. The mattress creaked as Eva climbed back onto it and settled between Pixie's spread legs. The way her shoulders tipped back, how she loomed over her, was sexy as hell.

"You're being such a good girl," Eva purred. "It'd be a shame to deprive you."

Pixie swallowed hard. Her nipples tingled from the attention Eva had given them, but right now, she needed this woman between her thighs something fierce.

"Bet you'll take me nice and easy," Eva teased, and Pixie's cheeks heated in response. God, why was that so hot? The hum of a bullet vibe hit the air, a familiar buzz that comforted her. Eva lined herself up in front of Pixie's pussy, and a second later, she glided right inside her.

Pixie's cheeks heated a little more with how fast Eva slid in, especially with the wicked glint in Eva's dark eyes. The thickness pushed at her walls, but she liked the stretch far too much. Eva planted her palms on Pixie's thighs and thrust all the way in.

"Look at you, dove. You look so damn sexy filled up."

Pixie bit down on her lip, her whole body heating. She wriggled a little, but the bondage tape around her torso reminded her she was completely at Eva's mercy. All other thoughts had been obliterated.

Eva pressed her palms into the mattress on either side of her as she moved. The glide had Pixie's lashes fluttering in seconds, sheer pleasure trickling through her .

"That's it, good girl." Eva pumped her hips harder. The thrusts started to hit the right spot, and Pixie tilted her head back in surrender, letting herself feel. The pleasure traveled through her body from between her thighs and out to her fingertips. This was the part about submitting she adored—when she found a partner who helped her soar.

"Oh god," she gasped out, the slam inside her sending sparks flaring up through her. The ridges added to the sensation, amplifying everything as Eva worked into a harder pace. The buzz of the vibe, the huff of Eva's breaths, the slap of skin to skin elevated her even higher until her whole awareness zeroed in on the woman consuming her body and soul.

Eva fucked her in such an intimate way Pixie's heart skipped a beat. Face-to-face like this, she zeroed in on the furrowed brow, the intense concentration burning in those serious brown eyes. The strands of hair that had slipped from her normally pin-perfect bun and the firm press of her lips, like her entire focus belonged to bringing Pixie as much pleasure as humanly possible.

This woman lit her up on the inside like no one ever had before.

Sweat prickled on Pixie's forehead as the pressure built between her thighs. When Eva had played with her tits, she'd been a hair trigger to come, and now with this thick length drawing out more bliss with each pass, she was reaching the edge.

"I'm going to come."

Eva slowed her pace, a knowing look in her eyes that turned Pixie on just as much as it made her want to scream. The extreme shift chased away the impending orgasm, and she let out a choked sob.

"Sorry, dove. I need you to hold on a little longer."

"Please," Pixie gasped back .

"Please, what?" Eva teased as she continued on with a torturously slow pace.

"Please, Mistress." Pixie needed to come so badly her limbs shook. The tension inside her had stretched to the point of pain, and all she could think about was finding relief.

"Such a good girl." Eva thrust in a little faster, a little harder. Pixie preened under the praise, even as she spread her legs open wider as if it might mean she'd come faster. It wasn't like she could do anything herself, not with her arms bound to her sides.

Pants exploded from her lips, and with each thrust, she shifted her hips, trying to soak in every ounce of pleasure possible. The bursts hit faster now, and Eva's brow furrowed again as she quickened her pace. Each time she fucked into her, the slap of their skin echoed through the room, and the scent of sweat, sex, and peaches, pure Eva, elevated her higher.

Eva's breaths came out quicker. "Mmm, you feel so sinful, dove." She placed her fingertips against Pixie's clit, which was just as soaked as the rest of her. The moment she moved them, the arcs of electricity rolling through her limbs threatened to make her come on the spot.

"Oh god, I can't." Pixie was going straight over the edge if Eva didn't stop.

"Good," Eva said, her lashes fluttering as her mouth dropped open. She thrust her length fully inside, but with the way her limbs locked up, she was clearly in the throes of an orgasm. However, she pinched Pixie's clit at the same point, and that was all it took.

A gush of Eva's release splashed over her right as she catapulted over the edge.

"Fuck," she cried out, tipping her head back as the orgasm claimed her. Eva's length remained settled inside her, even though her core rippled around it, and her clit throbbed, the waves of ecstasy rolling through her body. First they rushed in hard and furious, but then they ebbed, sheer pleasure that continued to steal her breath away. Her mind was bleached of anything but the white-hot bliss consuming her, and she didn't want to come back down.

As the fringes of her orgasm receded, Eva's cum dripping all over her thighs grew more apparent. Pixie couldn't help her giddy little grin. Fuck, that was hot.

"God, I've never come that hard when I strapped before," Eva said, a soft smile on her lips. "You had me so turned on though."

"Ungh, you were turned on? Try being tortured the whole time by the sexiest fucking Domme on the planet." Pixie wriggled her upper torso.

"I'm sure you've been with sexier." Eva pulled out of her, the dip of her chin and glance away screaming vulnerability.

Pixie couldn't reach up to stop her, so she spoke instead. "Hey. Look at me."

Eva brought her gaze back.

"I'm not exaggerating," Pixie said, her voice holding steady despite the way her limbs were complete jelly. "You're intuitive as hell when it comes to me, and I've never clicked with anyone quite like this."

"Same," Eva whispered. She undid the bondage tape around Pixie's torso. As the pieces fluttered to the bed and the restrictive hug around her released, Pixie sucked in a long, deep breath that dizzied her brain.

Eva slid off the bed and slipped out of the harness, her thighs glistening from her release. Some of it had splattered beneath her so she was lying in a wet spot. Not that she minded.

"Sorry I didn't put something down." Eva offered Pixie a hand.

Pixie placed hers in Eva, allowing the woman to help her up. She sure as fuck couldn't make her limbs function. "It's not a big deal to change the sheets," Pixie said as Eva wrapped an arm around her waist. Fuck, the way this woman instinctively took control of her body was the hottest thing.

"Let's go get cleaned up, and then I'll tackle the bed." Eva guided her toward Pixie's bathroom.

A request leaped to the tip of Pixie's tongue, and this time, she didn't hold back. "Only if you'll stay there with me tonight?"

Eva stopped and stared at her, the air charged. For a moment, Pixie could swear Eva would say no, turn her down. With how needy she was feeling—not just from their scene but also the emotional upheaval from earlier—she needed to curl against Eva and feel that solidness for as long as possible.

Eva's lips tilted up. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

Pixie swallowed hard, and butterflies exploded in her chest. God, she was in way over her head.