Cockiness forgotten, Evie did as she was told. Off came her heels and her sheer top. Then her bralette and her skirt, leaving her naked. She kept her back to Natalya, looking at the bed.
“You’re so considerate, darling.” Natalya ran a finger up Evie’s spine. “Not wanting to ruin your underwear. How forward thinking. Unfortunately, it means I have to ruin something else. I wonder… What could I possibly ruin in this room other than your clothes?”
Evie swallowed at the statement, but she was still smiling. “Please, Mistress. You can ruin me.”
“With you asking so nicely…” Natalya ran her nails over Evie’s back. Then her arm went in front of Evie, showing a bundle of red rope in her hand. “… how could I possibly refuse?”
With great care, she tied Evie’s arms behind her back. It went into a box tie, her arms horizontal and parallel to each other, and the rope looping around her biceps. It trailed around her, crossing over her chest and below her breasts.
The rope was soft, digging into her skin in a way that was restraining but not painful. With every loop made, every knot tied, Natalya’s fingers brushed over Evie’s skin, making her sigh.
The rope locked Evie’s arms in place, making it impossible to move them. But she didn’t really want to. The feeling of immobility, paired with Natalya’s warm presence, made her feel like she was floating. It distracted her so much that she didn’t notice Natalya had undressed too, until she moved in front of her.
Evie’s eyes trailed down her body, lingering on the gilded marks that matched so wonderfully with her golden-brown skin. Natalya stroked her thumb over Evie’s mouth.
“You’re looking a little flushed, darling. Maybe you’ve had enough already. Maybe you want me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop, Mistress.”
Natalya smiled at her. A satisfied, dark expression that summoned a rush of yearning desire. She leaned in, brushing her lips against Evie’s in a kiss that was barely there and which worked like a leash. As Natalya started to pull away, Evie followed her.
Natalya pulled her to the bed by tugging gently on the rope. Evie followed without comment or resistance. The floating sensation increased as Natalya made her kneel on the silk sheets. It was as though her body had turned into mist and could drift away at any moment.
“You look wonderful like this.” Natalya sat behind her on the bed, her breasts pressing against Evie’s back. “Bound and restrained. A gift, for me to do with what I like. Is that what you want?”
“Yes. Please, Mistress.” Evie’s voice was breathy and uneven. She hadn’t gotten to this headspace so fast before. The restraints had pulled her into submission faster than words and touches ever could.
From behind her, Natalya’s arms went around Evie in a light embrace where one hand rested on her stomach, the other between her legs. Her fingers moved over Evie’s skin, sliding down to press against her clit. The touch made her sigh.
“You’re so wet for me.” Natalya flicked over Evie’s clit. The touch, though light, produced a rush of bliss. It was effective enough to make her moan. “And you’re being honest about what you want. With how good you’ve been tonight, I think it’s about time you get what you begged for.”
Natalya placed soft kisses against Evie’s neck. They turned harder as she moved her lips onto her shoulder. When she gently bit into her skin, she started circling Evie’s clit tightly at the same time.
The hand Natalya had kept on Evie’s stomach moved up to brush over her chest. It meant the flashes of bright pleasure from Natalya’s touch were everywhere. It came from her mouth, nipping and pressing against Evie’s shoulder and neck. From her hand moving over her sensitive breasts. From her fingers going in tight, little circles around her clit.
The constant bliss made Evie’s head fall back. She moved against the rope, feeling it dig into her skin and hold her in place. She moaned lightly, the sound coming out as panting gasps when Natalya kept circling her.
“Please don’t stop,” Evie sighed. “Please keep going.”
“I’m not going to stop.” Natalya flicked over Evie again, creating delightful spasms throughout her body. “Not until you’re so out of it that you forget where you are. Not until you lose yourself to the point where you would fall apart if it wasn’t for me holding you.”
Natalya’s arms tensed around Evie. They held her in a warm embrace, pulling her back to lean against Natalya’s chest as she kept flicking over her. Kept brushing over her breasts. Kept biting lightly into her shoulder.
Evie couldn’t move out of her arms. She couldn’t push her away, not with her hands tied like they were. But she didn’t want to. She wanted to exist in that moment forever. Leaning against Natalya as her continuous touch built passionate feeling in her body.
“You’re getting close, darling.” Not a question. Just an observation. A correct one. “You’re getting there fast too. So eager for me, always.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Evie gasped. “Yes. I’m close.”
“I want to hear you cry out when you come. Loudly. No holding back.”
Natalya punctuated the order by pinching Evie’s nipple hard enough that it summoned a sharp gasp. It sent a jolt of pleasure through her, turning the noise into a drawn-out moan.
Natalya tightened her embrace. She pulled Evie closer, holding her firmly and protectively. Evie was restrained both by the ropes and by Natalya’s arms. It was a claiming hold. Evie had never felt more ready to fall apart than then.
As Natalya flicked over her, harder than before, Evie’s moans increased in volume and speed. They were high and quick, and then they turned loud as Natalya nipped harder at Evie’s skin with her teeth. The bright, searing, euphoric surges of pleasure she created rushed through Evie with such intensity it was like she got hit by a wave. Her legs shook from the feeling, and she did as Natalya instructed. She cried out as she came, loudly and with a voice that quivered.
Natalya eased her touch as Evie came down, letting her breathe for a moment. Then her fingers started flicking over her again. Her hand on Evie’s chest squeezed at her breast. Natalya’s mouth was by her ear once more.
