“What else?”
Evie’s muscles tensed with the effort of not giving in to what Natalya was doing to her.
“It’s what I know how to do. What I’m great at. And the crowd, it… it makes me happy. It makes me feel confident.”
“Does it make you feel beautiful?”
The question distracted in a different way. One that pulled her from the present.
“It makes me forget everything.”
There was a small pause before Natalya turned away from the crowd, looking into Evie’s eyes.
“Does it make you feel in control?”
Evie swallowed at the intensity in her gaze. It pulled her right back into the moment. She still hadn’t gotten used to just howgorgeousNatalya was. Especially when she looked like this. Violet eyes shining and wanting, smiling with delight, her figure poised. Evie was a flustered mess next to her.
“Yes. It does.”
“Do you like being in control?” Natalya pressed her hand against Evie’s pussy, pushing her back against the railing. “On the stage, I mean.”
Evie’s mouth was drier than a desert. Her legs could give out any minute, and Natalya was still circling her so delightfully it pulled almost all her attention away from the conversation.
“On the stage, yeah.” Evie took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. It didn’t help in the slightest.
“What about other times?” Natalya flicked her fingers over her clit, drawing out a startled moan. “Do you like being in control then?”
“Not always,” Evie gasped out. “Not with you.”
There was nothing but truth to the words. Before Natalya and the Courts, having sex had been a task. A fun enough task, but still a task. She’d been expected to take a degree of command she wasn’t comfortable with. She’d been expected to catch others while never really being caught herself.
Her girlfriends had always noticed. Evie often became distant during or after sex, but the vulnerability of voicing how she felt kept her from sharing. When her partners asked if something was wrong, she said she was fine. When they asked if it had been fun for her, she said it was good. Neither answer was a lie. They just weren’t entirely true, either.
But Natalya had taken those words, finding seemingly great delight in stripping away Evie’s defenses until she knew exactly how to make her quiver.
“I can tell you enjoy giving up control,” Natalya said. “You like submitting to me. You like letting me do what I want with you. You like beingpunished.”
Natalya flicked over her again, and Evie winced.
“I do like it,” Evie said. “I like it a lot.”
Natalya made a contemplative sound. A considering noise that felt like a warning. It was confirmed as such when bright pleasure surged through her from Natalya’s fingers, making Evie’s body jerk in shock at the delightful touch. She moaned loudly at the suddenness of it.
“You’re forgetting what I like to be called, darling,” Natalya said calmly. “Is something making you forget your manners?”
Her fingers were moving faster now. Circling tighter and tighter. Closer and closer. Evie was no longer just breathing heavily. She was fully gasping.
“It’s… hard… Mistress.” Evie said the words between shaking breaths. When the intensity of Natalya’s touch didn’t let up, she started moaning.
“Is it hard not to come?”
“Yes!” Evie yelled. If it wasn’t for the blaring music, several people would have probably heard her.
“Do you want to?” Natalya grinned at her. “Are you getting close?”
She had been close for a while. She had a feeling Natalya was well aware of that.
“I’m close.” Evie gasped out the words. The muscles in her legs were tensing against the need to fall apart from Natalya’s touch. A bead of sweat ran down the inside of her thigh. “I’m so close. Please let me.”
