As her moans turned rapid and high, Natalya dialed up the pressure further. It made Evie cry out, the sound partially stolen by the gag ball in her mouth. Her muscles spasmed, and she let out a long moan as she came.
One.
Natalya smiled and wound down the intensity. It hadn’t even been five minutes. Evie was sensitive, and Natalya’s presence and small touches made her even more so. She really had needed this badly. But it wasn’t just sexual frustration that had gotten her off that briskly.
Being in Evie’s current position required trust. An extreme amount too. She was helpless. Bound and blind. Unable to speak or call out for help. Unable to use her safe words. Complete submission. It turned her on more than Natalya had ever seen her, and she trusted Natalya not to ruin her when in that state.
She wouldn’t. Not much anyway.
Two.
Though she chose not to detect Evie’s emotions in the way she could, where she felt them in her own body as easily as Evie felt them in hers, it didn’t mean her keenness for reading body language went away.
If needed, Natalya would stop this. But it wasn’t needed. Evie was pressing against her restraints from frustration, not from panic. Her sharp moans were from intense pleasure, not pain. Though she was nervous, it wasn’t consuming her. It wasn’t driving her to want to stop this.
In fact, she wanted more. She waswrithingto get more.
Three.
Natalya could have made it worse. She could have put noise-canceling headphones on her too, taking away her hearing as well as her sight. Before doing so, Natalya could have whispered that she was leaving her there, by herself, to squirm and come apart on her own.
Though Natalya would have remained in the room, regardless of what she said, it didn’t matter. In this state of submission, Evie would have believed she was leaving, even if logic might have told her otherwise. And then she would have panicked.
Evie couldn’t be left alone like that. There were many things she could handle, but the worst thing Natalya could do to her was abandon her. To leave her alone when she was hurting or after they’d been together. It tore at her worse than any physical pain could do. She needed to know Natalya was there.
“Had enough yet, darling?”
Hearing Natalya’s voice after several minutes of silence made Evie’s hips twitch. She groaned loudly against the gag ball, shivering and spasming.
“It doesn’t look like it to me.” Natalya toyed with the controls on the remote, making the vibrations pulse. It made Evie shiver and tremble. Made her groan loudly.
Four.
There was no signature click after that one. Evie had missed the count. Natalya smiled, only just holding back a chuckle.Poor,poorEvie.
Natalya repeated the pulsating feeling except at a higher intensity. Kept dialing slowly, back and forth, until Evie was gasping against the gag, moaning so loudly it would have drowned out the conversations of the Second Circle had this happened on one of the stages.
Five.
Oh, it would be magnificent to have her on the stage. To have an audience watch as she came apart. To lace her desire with theembarrassment and excitement of exhibitionism. There were so many ways Natalya could heighten Evie’s pleasure. Untold ways to make sex more than its basic, boring tenets.
Though Evie had plenty to deal with just from this alone. And only half an hour had passed. It probably felt like no time at all to her. Or perhaps this was a grueling, torturous hour she prayed would end any second. Most likely, it was a mix of the two.
Natalya could have let her know how much time remained. As Evie tried desperately to buck her hips away from the butterfly, Natalya decided not to.
Six.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Natalya asked, lowering the intensity of the vibrator to almost nothing.
Evie nodded furiously. Saliva fell from her mouth to stain the sheets. Drops of sweat were running down between her breasts. She was trembling with every breath.
“You’ll be polite in the future?” Natalya smiled as she said it. She didn’t care that Evie couldn’t see. She was having too delightful a time with this.
Evie nodded again, the motion stopping when Natalya increased the intensity. Evie yelled out against the gag ball, heaving and shaking. The ropes dug into her skin as she strained against them.
“I think you’re not quite there yet. A little while longer should do it. A few more. Just to make sure the lessonreallysticks.”
Evie whined, and the sound made Natalya sigh. There were many things about Evie she delighted in. Her kindness, her courage, her attentiveness. Right then, deep in a dungeon of danger and desire, Natalya’s favorite thing about her was how she whimpered.
