Page 46 of Extraction Play
“Mmhmm.” Pixie fought the urge to drop to her knees in front of Eva. The way she sat on the edge of Pixie’s bed, legs crossed, arms back, was pure confidence. Combined with her red lipstick, tight black top, and sexy pencil skirt, this woman was plucked straight out of her sapphic daydreams.
“Good.” Eva tapped her manicured nail against themattress. “Strip for me.”
Pixie’s mouth went dry. “Yes, Mistress.” She pulled her dress off and slung it to the floor, followed by her panties. She toed out of her sandals last and stepped in front of Eva.
Eva arched a brow. “You left a mess on the floor. Better bring it over to your hamper…with your teeth.”
Oh fuck. Moisture gushed at her pussy. This was the sort of play she’d been longing for deep down but hadn’t found with any of the other dominants at Whipped. Humiliation turned her on more than anything else, and Eva dialed onto her wavelength with zero effort.
Pixie lowered to her hands and knees, exposing her ass and her slick pussy in the process. She picked the dress up with her teeth and then rose again to carry it over to the hamper. Eva watched her the whole time from her perch on the edge of the bed, the cool composure such a turn-on. The heat of Eva’s gaze burned into her as she returned to her hands and knees, dipped down, and snagged up her panties to take care of them as well.
“Good girl,” Eva said, and the rush of heat through Pixie’s body was reward enough. The way Eva alternated between humiliation and praise would be her undoing. “Come over here and kneel between my legs.”
Pixie’s mouth watered. She didn’t know what to anticipate, but she was already soaked.
Eva rolled her skirt up to her waist and tugged her black lace panties down, showing her pretty pussy with the trimmed auburn curls. Pixie went delirious with want. She sank to the floor in front of Eva, exercising all her restraint to keep from diving in to get a taste.
“Mouth on my pussy, but rest it there.” Eva spread her legs wider as she inched to the edge of the bed. “You’re going to be my pussy warmer, dove.”
Lord have mercy.
Pixie whimpered as she lowered her mouth to Eva’s pussy. The temptation to lick and suck at it rose in a big way, but she rested her open mouth there, her tongue flat against Eva’s clit. Eva carded her fingers through Pixie’s hair. Pixie placed her palms on the floor to brace herself. She might be here a while. Her pussy was fucking soaked, and tasting Eva’s nectar on her tongue but unable to do anything about it was torture.
Eva ran her fingers through Pixie’s hair, using her nails, which gave the motion the lightest bite. A shiver rolled through Pixie, along with a heady hum. Getting her hair played with was something she was a slut for, but combined with the pleasant sensation of having her face pressed on Eva’s pussy, she was in heaven.
“Don’t worry.” Eva purred like a cat. “I’ve got plenty planned for you tonight.”
Truth be told, Eva could tell her she wasn’t allowed to come, that she had to stay with her mouth on Eva’s pussy all night and get her hair played with, and she’d be thrilled. Already, the stress and worries from earlier swirled away like water down the drain. Her mind was growing fuzzier with each pass of Eva’s nails against her scalp, and the shivery sensation rolling through her was one she wanted to bask in. The woman was helping her come down from the emotional outburst and easing her in, but she loved that Eva didn’t call attention to it. That she just took care of Pixie in whatever way she could.
Eva continued those even strokes through her hair, and her mind floated a million miles away.
“Where are your restraints, dove?” Eva asked. It took a moment for those words to pierce through her head. “You can answer me.”
Pixie pulled back, flexing her jaw. Her lips were wet with Eva’s slick, and fuck if that wasn’t hot as hell. “I’ve got leather ones for hands andfeet in the chest at the base of the bed, and I’ve got rope and bondage tape there too. Pick your poison.”
“Well, this newbie doesn’t have enough experience with rope to tie you up, but I’m curious about the bondage tape.” Eva gave Pixie’s hair one more pass with her fingertips, then rose from the bed, leaving a glistening spot on the blanket. Pixie squeezed her thighs tight, as if that might help from the way she dripped onto the floor right now.
“Bondage tape is wonderful,” Pixie said, her words coming out slightly slurred as if she was already fuckdrunk without even getting fucked.
“Fantastic. Get on the bed. I’ll be right back.”
Pixie followed her command as Eva slipped out of the bedroom. When Eva returned, she juggled black straps and something neon pink, and Pixie could make some wild guesses, even though Eva dipped out of view fast. A creak from the foot of her bed meant Eva had found the chest with Pixie’s sex toys.
“Someone’s a filthy girl.” Eva’s casual drawl turned her on beyond belief. “How often do you shove these beasts up your legs?”
Ah, her dildo collection.
“I asked you a question, dove,” Eva said, the slightest hint of warning in her voice. Pixie loved it.
“Every day.” Heat rose to her cheeks. She’d been fucked on a platform in front of a crowd before, but something about how Eva teased her made her blush like she was new to this all. Maybe because of the arch tone of her voice or the coy way she looked at her, but either way, Pixie’s pussy ached to be filled.
“Definitely a filthy girl then,” Eva said, rising from her crouch with the bondage tape in hand. Eva closed the space between them and crawled on top of the mattress. She was still dressed while Pixie was bare, and that had her dripping more.
When Eva’s hand brushed against her arm, sparks traveled through her. Her body lit up at the mere contact. Sheer magic or just their connection? Eva wound the bondage tape beneath her and wrapped it around her arms, which wasn’t what she’d expected. Wrist and ankle ties were more the norm. But no, Eva bound her arms to her torso above her tits and then wrapped another strip of bondage tape below them.
“Perfect.” Eva spread Pixie’s thighs wide and settled between them. Pixie shifted a little to test the tape around her arms, but the hold remained firm. All she could do was wiggle in place. If she weren’t already floating, this would skyrocket her there. Something about being helpless brought her to subspace with ease, and Eva seemed to systematically press every one of her buttons.
Eva grabbed Pixie’s tit hard and then licked her nipple.