23. Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three

T he studio was a thing of beauty.

As Eva strode through the open space, the lingering scent of paint tickled her nostrils. They'd walked through a corridor of locked doors to get to this one, so Eva presumed they were all individual studios rented out, but this place was quintessential Pixie. Although most of the center area remained clear, the side was a chaotic mess of paintings leaning against the other precariously, and a slight floral note—lavender, maybe—drifted through the area.

Her mind reeled with ideas, given the canvas of Pixie's body and the blank space in front of them. Except she needed to figure out a few logistical elements first.

"What toys do you have in that bag of yours?" Eva asked. Considering Pixie had come from a class at Whipped, there was a high chance she had options tucked away.

Pixie chewed on her lower lip.

Eva arched a brow. "Oh, now we're acting shy, dove? I'm pretty sure the time for that went by the wayside after I fucked you with two other people involved."

Pixie's cheeks reddened, but her pupils dilated with lust. Her panties would guaranteed be soaked.

"Come on. Empty the bag," Eva commanded, placing a hand on her hip.

Pixie flipped the top of the messenger bag over and rummaged around, then walked to an open table along the right side of the room. Eva followed her but stopped a few paces behind her on purpose. They slipped into their roles with an ease that surprised her since they hadn't known each other that long. Eva loved the way it felt to dom for this woman.

As Pixie placed items on the table, Eva looked around the studio. The paintings along the far wall were all frenetic brush strokes and splashes of color, beautiful and evocative. Truly, she could sit and study Pixie's art for hours, but right now, she wanted to study her body even more.

"There." Pixie swept a hand over the array on the table.

A handy bottle of lube, condoms, a butt plug, and a bullet vibe. Her gaze landed on the last one—a hot pink strapless strap-on.

Fuck yes.

A thrill rose inside her, one she always got when plans started to come together. There was a certain magic to it, a tenuous sense of control that pumped through her veins like an addiction, one of the many reasons she loved domming .

"Good girl." She strode over to a cabinet along the far wall. She tugged it open. Inside lay an assortment of paint, brushes, and more. "Do you have any paint that's body-safe?"

Behind her, Pixie gulped audibly.

Eva grabbed a few brushes that looked thick enough to paint with as well as some blue contour wedges, a bit bigger than her hand with a nice flat surface.

Pixie stepped up beside her and grabbed a handful of paints tucked in the back. "These ones."

"Perfect. Place those on the table and strip for me."

She picked up the cloth tarp folded over next to the cabinet, unfolded it, and laid it on the floor in the center of the room, then looked up. Pixie had followed orders and stripped down to nothing.

After everything they'd shared tonight, the sight of Pixie bare struck Eva square in the chest. She had always been beautiful—shapely thighs and hips, luscious tits, and a heart-shaped face with deep-set blue eyes. Her tattoos along her arms were colorful splashes against her pale skin. However, after seeing Pixie's resilience, how she cared and remained open in spite of everything she'd survived—fuck, the woman was radiant. And Eva wanted Pixie to understand the exact way Eva felt tonight.

"So, dove. What are your limits?"

"No different from the usual ones," Pixie said, flexing her fingers by her sides. "I'm a little rawer than normal, so I might be more susceptible to a reaction or drop afterward, but I want whatever you'll give me."

Eva licked her lips. Oh, the possibilities. "On your hands and knees, then. "

Pixie obeyed, sinking into the center of the tarp gracefully. Her tits hung down, and her holes were exposed in a way that made Eva's mouth water. However, she had other plans for her needy girl.

Eva swept over to the table and grabbed the paint and paintbrushes. She wanted to start with them. With a quick twist of the container top, she popped open the purple and dipped in the brush. The idea of leaving these marks on Pixie's body appealed to her so damn much her core throbbed. She sank next to Pixie, kneeling on the floor beside her, and she began to paint.

The moment her brush hit Pixie's skin, a full-body shiver rocked through Pixie. Eva bit back her smile as she worked through it. She wrote "Good Girl" along her side, loving the slight squirm.

"No one's ever done this to me before," Pixie murmured, her voice thick.

"Painted the artist? I'm shocked."

She angled herself as she began painting along the side of Pixie's tit "Fuck me." The stark contrast of the dark purple paint on her pale skin was addictive, and the brushstrokes soothed her. Along her spine, Eva wrote the words "Perfection." Pixie looked over her shoulder, and based on the hazy, dreamy look in her eyes, she veered toward subspace, yet Eva had plenty more canvas to map.

Eva dipped her brush into the paint again. She lost herself in the motions, praise and humiliation appearing in turn across Pixie's body: "whore," "slut," "dove," "meant to be filled," and "sweetest sub." The stroke of brush to skin became a hypnotic process, and like this, Eva felt like she might know Pixie a little better, understand how the art could grip her at times, threatening to send her tumbling into bliss.

Eva crouched behind Pixie, who remained still on her hands and knees, even though her body slightly trembled, the occasional shiver racking through it. With the lift of her brush, she painted "Use me" on Pixie's ass.

Because she had plans for tonight.

"How are you feeling, dove?" Eva asked, checking in. The quietness of the room hadn't registered in this fugue space, and she could understand how certain practices became as relaxing for the dominant as they were for the sub.

"So green," Pixie slurred, and Eva couldn't help her grin.

She pushed up from her crouch and headed over to the sink on the far side. Making quick work of washing the brush and setting it to dry, she kept flicking her gaze to Pixie. The woman remained steady with her posture, the arch of her back delicious as it exposed that ample ass. Seeing her handiwork all over Pixie's body was heady, and she couldn't wait to mark more of her. Eva stopped by the table and grabbed the implements she needed—the lube, the dual strap-on, and the contour wedge.

"Okay, dove." Eva rested on her knees beside Pixie. "Come drape yourself over my lap."

Pixie shimmied a little bit before she crawled over to Eva's lap. When she settled there, her ass high in the air and slumped forward, Eva drew in the scent of her—all jasmine and sex.

"God, you're hot." Eva stroked her fingers through Pixie's hair. A contented sigh passed Pixie's lips, one that struck Eva on such a deep level she almost keeled forward. Her pussy was wet and tingling at having this warm, willing woman spread over her lap like a buffet, and she planned on enjoying every second of it.

Eva reached for the wedge. "I want to sink into your holes tonight, dirty girl, but I think we'll warm you up first." Getting a solid grip, she brought the flat of the wedge down on Pixie's ass. The cheek jiggled with the impact, and the thud echoed through the studio. "How are you feeling?"

"Green, Mistress," Pixie said, her voice breathy and alluring.

"Mmm." Eva lifted the wedge and brought it down onto Pixie's other ass cheek. The subsequent thump and jiggle were mesmerizing, and she wanted more. She alternated the thwacks, loving the rhythm. While impact play didn't tend to be her thing, the intimacy of having Pixie sprawled over her lap amped up her interest a thousandfold.

Once Pixie's cheeks grew nice and red, blazingly hot to the touch, Eva dropped the wedge. "Now, let's see how much my dove liked that." She reached between Pixie's thighs and brushed her finger over her folds. "Soaked for me, just like I expected. Is there something you want?"

"To get fucked, Mistress," Pixie moaned, writhing back and forth in her lap. Eva teased her fingertips up and down her slick folds, toying with the entrance. Like this, Pixie's asshole was on clear display as well, and she couldn't resist herself. Eva brought her fingers, glistening with slick, over to rub a circle there.

"I think I'll claim this tonight too," Eva said, tapping her wet fingertip against Pixie's hole.

A shudder rocked through Pixie, which sent a shock of endorphins right through Eva. God, the way she responded was addictive. Eva's clit throbbed with need, her panties soaked. She wanted to come right along with Pixie, to spill over the edge with her.

She also wanted to toy and tease her until she was sobbing, begging for mercy.

Thankfully, she could have both.

"Can I take a picture of just the words?" Eva asked, surprised at her boldness. However, this woman inspired her to new heights, and she needed a memory of this beautiful sight. "If you want to delete it after the scene, that's fine too."

"Fuck yes, I want to see everything you wrote."

Eva set the wedge down and fished her phone from her pocket. With Pixie still sprawled out over her lap, she took a few photos, loving the glare of those purple words against her pale skin. Once she got her fill, she set her phone on the tarp beside them.

"All right, dove. Roll onto your back and spread your legs for me like the dirty slut you are."

"Nghhh, yes, Mistress," Pixie moaned out. "How is it you've got such a filthy mouth?" She followed directions smoothly, shifting onto her back and spreading her legs.

"What can I say?" Eva rose. "You inspire me."

As she unbuttoned her blouse, her nipples tested the fabric of her shirt. The sight of Pixie spread out on the tarp, her thighs wide open and revealing her glistening pussy was one for the books. Even though most of the words had been painted on Pixie's back and would smear on the tarp, some of them were visible over the sides, and the sense of ownership sent a silent thrill up her spine. As if such a treasure could truly belong to her.

Eva shrugged out of her blouse, then undid her bra and drew the straps down her arms. Pixie's eyes remained glued on her, even though the heady, dreamy look guaranteed she sailed into subspace. Eva chewed on her lower lip, a gush of arousal flooding her panties. She took her time sliding her pants and panties down her legs in one move. The anticipation prickled between them, crackling in the air. Pixie's legs trembled, and they'd be worse once Eva was done with her.

She wanted to fuck this woman so hard she forgot her own name.

While she lay on her back like this, Pixie's tits looked magnificent, and her nipples were hard and tight nubs begging to be sucked. Except the need to sink into her formed a steady pulse through her veins. The amount of ups and downs that had occurred tonight had her needing release with a chokehold force.

Eva grabbed the dual strap-on and brought the large bulb with the curve up to her pussy. She sucked in a sharp breath and slowly inserted it inside her, her whole body humming with lust. When she pushed the vibrate setting on the strap, sparks flared through her from the pressure against her G-spot. She had the feeling this tarp would be a mess before the end of the night.

"God, I can't wait to fuck that dripping pussy," Eva said. "You're being so patient for me."

Pixie let out a whimper, and Eva settled between her thighs at last.

"Want me to just tease you for a while?" Eva asked, lifting a brow. She brought the tip of the length to trace up and down the seam of her folds.

Pixie groaned, throwing her forearm over her forehead. Of course the sweetheart wouldn't complain. Eva's chest squeezed tight, the thrum of warmth threatening to overtake her. Every time with Pixie felt brand new, an exploration she wanted to continue for as long as possible. Whispers of forever lingered in the back of her mind, and she swallowed hard.

"Okay, dove," Eva said as she lined the tip up with Pixie's pussy. "You've been such a good girl for me." She slowly sank inside her, the motion eased by how drenched Pixie was. When she thrust fully in, they bumped together, and pleasure rippled through her body. Eva drew back and then fucked in again, loving the jolt of sensation with the movement. Fuck, this was a fun toy, one she'd need to add to her collection. Her G-spot hummed from the internal vibrations of the strap, which was like turning the light on in a room with every pass, just sending her further into awareness .

Pixie looked so sinful splayed out beneath her. Her blue strands were tousled, some sticking to her forehead, and her mouth was open, those petal lips perfect as she panted. Eva brought Pixie's thick thighs around her waist as she increased her pace, fucking in harder as she kneeled on the tarp. The coarse fabric bit into her knees, but she was so lost in the fluid motion, the delicious sensations coursing through her, she didn't care.

With each slap of skin to skin, shockwaves rushed her, and the way they intertwined like this felt unspeakably intimate. The events of tonight had imprinted so deeply in her soul they'd always be engraved there, and this collision between them was the culmination of all that. Eva wove her fingers with Pixie's, palm to palm, as she fucked her harder. The wet noises echoed loudly, and Eva savored them as the vibrator inside her brushed against the sensitive spot until she was going out of her mind. She rarely came from G-spot orgasms, but that allowed her to take her time with Pixie, to unravel her all while enjoying the ride.

"Oh god," Pixie moaned, her fingers tightening on Eva's. "Please, Mistress."

"You need to come, dove?" Eva asked, sweat prickling on her forehead.

"Mmhmm." Her lashes fluttered as if she was right on the edge.

"Come for me," Eva commanded.

The words had barely left her tongue when Pixie's mouth opened in a long, low groan. Her body tightened, and she arched her back as she came with a gush that trickled down onto the tarp beneath them. Eva licked her lips, anticipation building inside her. Her clit goddamn throbbed, and it wouldn't take more than a few rubs to burst, but she couldn't stop now. She had a plan to execute .

Eva didn't give Pixie time to recover but slid out. She grabbed the lube, opened the bottle, and dripped a little onto her fingers. With a few swipes across Pixie's asshole, Eva followed by working a finger inside her. Once Pixie had come down from the throes of her orgasm, those moans started anew as Eva thrust a finger in her tight heat. She swallowed hard. Fuck, this woman was insatiable, and she loved it.

"Little slut, you want to get taken here too, don't you?" Something shifted when Eva sank into Domme space, where the confidence surged through her, even if she struggled in her day-to-day life. It lifted her up more than anything else, and being with Pixie had awakened her in every way.

"Yes, Mistress." Pixie gasped while Eva pumped her finger in and out of her ass.

She pulled out and squirted a little more lube onto the dildo, which still glistened from Pixie's wet pussy. "How used to ass play are you, dove?" Eva asked, less out of genuinely wanting to know but more to draw attention to it. "Do you get taken here all the time? Just filled up in every hole over and over again?"

"Nngh." Pixie's lashes fluttered. "Yes, constantly."

Eva's lips tilted in a grin. Fuck, that was hot. She couldn't get the image of Pixie riding Fin's cock while Meg fucked her in the ass out of her head, and she wouldn't be opposed to exploring more in that direction, even if this turned into the relationship she hoped for. The amount of filthy things she wanted to do to this woman would take a lifetime to explore.

"Well then, I'd better not disappoint," Eva said, lining up the lubed dildo and pressing the tip against Pixie's hole. She bore down with the ease of experience, welcoming Eva in, and the dildo disappeared into her. The moment Eva pushed all the way inside, the movement jostled the part in her, pressing against her G-spot. The gentle buzzing still drove her out of her mind, her clit aching to the point of pain.

Eva clenched her jaw to focus and thrust in and out of Pixie's tight hole, reveling in the sensations each back-and-forth glide brought. Her pussy was glistening, and Eva chewed on her lower lip, the urge to taste so fierce. She pulled Pixie's thighs over hers as she fucked into her ass again and again, the vibrations inside her making her breath hitch.

Eva brushed her thumb across Pixie's clit. Pixie gasped loudly and bucked up. "Someone need to come again? Slutty girl hasn't gotten enough?"

Pixie's cheeks pinked. "No, I need more, Mistress."

"That I can do," Eva said, fucking harder into Pixie's ass with the dildo. God, each slam against those warmed cheeks had her delirious, and she sure as hell wouldn't last much longer. She stroked Pixie's clit while she thrust into her ass, loving the squelch of the lube with each pass.

Her breaths were coming out harder, her muscles burning from exertion. The dig of her knees into the rough fabric below, the ache of her clit, the sting each time their skin smacked together all increased her awareness of how desperately she needed to come. A drop of sweat tickled as it trailed down her face.

"I'm so close." Pixie forced the words out, her hands balled into fists by her side.

"My sweet dove," Eva murmured, her heart expanding. Something about seeing this woman submit for her had her heart melting every time. Their connection had been strong from the start, but tonight the overfull bucket had tipped over. She couldn't contain these feelings any longer, nor did she want to. "Come for me."

She pressed down hard against Pixie's clit, and Pixie followed her orders .

Her whole body tightened with a release that quaked through her, all while Eva rocked the dildo through her ass cheeks over and over again. Pixie's cries burst through the room like birdsong in the first days of spring, filling the empty space. And when Pixie finally stopped writhing in the throes of her orgasm, Eva pulled her hand off and strummed on her own clit.

Her clit was so sensitive from being ignored for so long a gasp left her. God, this ache was unreal. She was soaked, and her slick guided the way as she began a few passes against her clit, the rising tide of an orgasm threatening to steal her away.

She was still buried inside Pixie, the G-spot vibe inside her thrumming, bringing her so close it was painful. Except that wouldn't spill her over the edge. She continued to work her clit, memorizing the sight of Pixie beneath her, limbs sprawled out, eyes closed in bliss, smudges of purple across her body and the tarp beneath them from the words Eva had painted on.

Mine.

Somehow, she knew this woman was meant to be hers despite the fact that she'd met her at rock bottom. Despite the fact that her brother was Pixie's best friend and this wasn't something that should've ever come to fruition. Despite the fact that she'd promised this would only be a fling.

The tension mounting inside her grew so intense her teeth ached, and she stroked her clit until finally—finally—she spilled over.

She groaned long and low. Her clit pulsed, pulsed, pulsed with pleasure, and a moment later, the torrent of her release burst from between her legs. It gushed out, the liquid fast soaking her cunt and splashing onto Pixie's ass and thighs, then settling into pools on the tarp. She lost herself in the headiness of the rush, how she felt wrung out and complete all in the same breath. Her fingers remained on her clit, the gentle throb a susurration against the surface, and she sucked in deep lungfuls of air.

When their gazes met, Pixie's smile was blinding. "When you come, you don't mess around." She paused and glanced to where Eva was buried inside her ass, her legs coated in Eva's cum. "Well, I guess you do."

A sharp laugh escaped Eva, lightness bubbling up inside her. Pixie's grin widened, and her giggle snuck free. Eva slumped down on top of her, shoulders shaking as she cracked the fuck up. When the giggles subsided, she pressed a long, slow kiss to Pixie's lips.

The simplicity of it sent a quiet shudder through her, and she basked in the sweetness of the moment, willing it to last for an eternity.

When she pulled back a few inches so their breath puffed against each other's lips, Eva stared into Pixie's eyes. Those dark blue pools brimmed with satiation, and the tenderness in her expression crept inside Eva's chest to remain there.

After going through the heartbreak of losing her longtime boyfriend and her new girlfriend as well as her parents, she hadn't thought she'd be open to love for a long time.

However, Pixie had crashed into her life, and Eva began to understand a key distinction. The people she had lost—she had given love, but they hadn't returned it. Not like Pixie, with her open surrender, gentle smiles, sweet surprises, and earnest affection.

Despite her resistance, her concern it was too fast, in the blink of an eye, she'd fallen in love with Pixie Monroe.