“Yes, Mistress.” Evie’s voice was uneven with desire and nervousness, but Natalya noticed the tenseness there too. Something beyond anxiousness. “How will you punish me?”
Though their times together had been frequent and ecstatic, they hadn’t explored this aspect of Natalya’s dominating nature much. Though Evie’s excited reaction to being called abadgirlwould have been evident to anyone, her fear of what might come after was hidden enough that it would be hard to notice.
It wasn’t hard for Natalya. And she knew how to alleviate it.
“Showing off your neediness would be an efficient reminder not to let it guide your tongue like that again.” Natalya nipped at Evie’s earlobe, making her gasp. “No pain. No hurting. I just want to see that beautiful face of yours flush with embarrassment.”
Hearing there would be no pain made Evie relax a little. But just a little.
“Go to the railing, darling. Face the crowd.”
Evie obeyed with only slight hesitation, walking to and putting her hands on the railing. They were trembling a little. More with excitement than with nervousness. Natalya followed her, keeping herself right behind Evie and her mouth near her ear.
Below, the nightclub goers were contorting to the beat of the music. Standing at the edge of the Royal Lounge platform, everyone could easily see them.
Natalya could see the stages with the poles she’d gotten installed. The bar where Blake, Sam, and Drago were still sitting—not looking at them. But they could. They easily could. Natalya let Evie come to that realization on her own—hearing her breath hitch—before she did anything else.
Slowly, she ran her fingers over Evie’s back. Over her green top that matched her beautiful eyes. She wore the color often, suggesting it might be a favorite of hers. Something Natalya had once thought she’d lost.
She lowered her hand to trail the bottom of Evie’s shorts. Over her leg first, then her ass, then up to tease along the inside of the hem.
”Your punishment will be simple,” Natalya said. “Don’t come. No matter what I do to you. You’re not allowed to come until I tell you. Is that understood?”
“I understand, Mistress.”
“There are a lot of eyes on you.” Natalya eased her fingers further down, tugging on the edge of Evie’s panties. “Would you like them to watch as you get punished?”
Evie’s face went bright scarlet. She started to turn around, but Natalya grabbed her by the hair and held her tightly in place.
“Answer me, darling.”
“No. Please.” Evie was breathing heavier now. “I don’t want them to see. Please, don’t let them see.”
“What will you do to keep that from happening?”
Natalya had always enjoyed bargaining. Submissives were keen on digging their own graves. And though Evie could stop this with a single word, Natalya knew she wouldn’t. She was made much too excited by this.
“Anything,” Evie said.
A perfect response. For Natalya. It made her a little regretful that she actually had somewhere to be. With a response like that, she could’ve had fun with Evie for hours. She could make her writhe, moan, and shiver. It would be so easy. And all the while, she’d whisper in Evie’s ear that she asked for this. She said she’d let Natalya doanything.
“Turn around,” Natalya said instead. “And hold on to the railing.”
Evie turned to face Natalya, her hands reaching back to grasp the railing tightly. Her large green eyes were filled with trepidation at what was about to happen.
Natalya moved next to her, leaning one hand against the railing and looking down at the crowd. She feigned a disinterest that would be convincing at a distance but which wasn’t believable up close. Up close, she looked much too satisfied.
With her eyes still on the crowd below, Natalya undid the button on Evie’s shorts. She pulled down the zipper, moving slowly. All the while, she didn’t quite look at Evie.
From below, it looked like they were just engaged in regular conversation. At least, as long as Evie was turned away from the floor. Her face was bright red, and her mouth fell open when Natalya eased her hand into her panties.
“You want this, Evie.” Natalya ran two fingers over her. She was so wet they moved with ease. Evie stiffened but then relaxed. Natalya was holding back her touch, so there was no otherworldly pleasure roiling through her. Just the regular kind.
“Getting punished has an effect on you.” She pressed her fingers against Evie’s clit. The touch was sudden and brief. Evie tightened her grip on the railing. “Does it excite you, darling?”
“Yes. It excites me.” Evie swallowed, trying to maintain her composure. “It excites me a lot, Mistress.”
“Do you remember your instructions?” She started circling Evie’s clit with the question.
