Evie immediately tensed up. “So you’re not going to tell me?”
Part of why the previous times had worked was because she’d known what would happen next. If she couldn’t prepare for it… If she didn’t know…
“I’ll tell you some of it. Not all of it.” Natalya ran her hands up from Evie’s wrists, intertwining their fingers. “Do you trust me?”
The question made the fear a negligible thing. She was still nervous. But she knew Natalya wouldn’t hurt her. She would stop if Evie needed her to. And she would respect Evie’s decision to stop. She’d already proven that.
“I trust you,” Evie whispered. Natalya’s eyes glinted.
“I like that answer.”
The words summoned blissful, radiant warmth. Knowing she’d pleased Natalya made Evie feel a strange, childish joy. Like a teenager who’d been noticed by her crush.
Luckily, Natalya spoke before the thought could settle.
“I’m going to get something. You’re going to lie still until I get back.” She leaned down until her lips were hovering over Evie’s. “You’re going to obey me because that’s what good girls do. And you are a very good girl. Aren’t you?”
Evie nodded so quickly her teeth clattered. “Yes, Mistress.”
A look of delight played in Natalya’s eyes when Evie said her title.
“You say that word beautifully. And I appreciate that you’ll be a good girl. Good girls are sofunto see writhe.” She pushed off slowly and exited the bedroom.
She was gone for what felt like an eternity, leaving Evie tense and panting. When she returned, Evie was surprised to see her holding four long silk scarves.
“Have you ever been tied to a bed before?” Natalya asked.
Evie had been convinced to do it to a girlfriend once and found it awkward. She’d never experienced it herself. “I haven’t.”
Natalya tied two of the scarves into big loops, throwing them over the headboard bedposts.
“Then I want to give you a taste,” Natalya said. “Because I want your hands out of the way. And you’ll need to hold onto something.”
Natalya put Evie’s hands through the loops, instructing her to rest her hand against the fabric and then clasp down on it. As she did, the scarf tightened around her wrist, restraining it against the silk. If Evie let go, the restraint would be undone immediately.
Her hands weren’t really tied. But it felt like they were.
Using the remaining two silk scarves, Natalya tied Evie’s ankles so her legs were stretched out toward the corners of the bed. The silk was soft against her skin.
“I’m only giving you one rule for now,” Natalya said. “Keep your hands in the loops until I’m done with you. Understand?”
Evie was splayed out on the bed, legs apart and arms out to the side. It was exposing, and it felt even more so when Natalya started running her hands over Evie’s body. A persistent touch she couldn’t ignore or affect in her current position.
There was nothing awkward about this. It was just obscenely arousing.
“I understand.”
“As long as you stay in this position, you’re mine to do with as I please. Topleaseas I please.” Natalya straddled her again, and the wonderful warmth Evie felt from being in contact with her skin made a sigh escape her lips. “Is that something you want?”
Natalya’s body against hers, the sensation of silk digging into her skin, that commanding voice. Evie did her best to not sound desperate as she spoke.
“I want it, Mistress.”
Her voice didn’t sound desperate. It soundedpleading.
Keeping eye contact, Natalya eased back so she could trail her fingers over Evie’s pussy. The touch generated fluttering pleasure in its wake, ending with a sharp flash of delight as Natalya's fingers flicked over her clit.
The touch confirmed Evie’s suspicion. She was utterly drenched.
