Page 59 of Extraction Play
If she did this, there was no going back.
Her heart would well and truly belong to Eva.
She pushed the car door open and stepped out. The wind smacked at her cheeks, but she took the first steps toward her studio.
Chapter Twenty-Three
The studio was a thing of beauty.
As Eva strode through the open space, the lingering scent of paint tickled her nostrils. They’d walked through a corridor of locked doors to get to this one, so Eva presumed they were all individual studios rented out, but this place was quintessential Pixie. Although most of the center area remained clear, the side was a chaotic mess of paintings leaning against the other precariously, and a slight floral note—lavender, maybe—drifted through the area.
Her mind reeled with ideas, given the canvas of Pixie’s body and the blank space in front of them. Except she needed to figure out a few logisticalelements first.
“What toys do you have in that bag of yours?” Eva asked. Considering Pixie had come from a class at Whipped, there was a high chance she had options tucked away.
Pixie chewed on her lower lip.
Eva arched a brow. “Oh, now we’re acting shy, dove? I’m pretty sure the time for that went by the wayside after I fucked you with two other people involved.”
Pixie’s cheeks reddened, but her pupils dilated with lust. Her panties would guaranteed be soaked.
“Come on. Empty the bag,” Eva commanded, placing a hand on her hip.
Pixie flipped the top of the messenger bag over and rummaged around, then walked to an open table along the right side of the room. Eva followed her but stopped a few paces behind her on purpose. They slipped into their roles with an ease that surprised her since they hadn’t known each other that long. Eva loved the way it felt to dom for this woman.
As Pixie placed items on the table, Eva looked around the studio. The paintings along the far wall were all frenetic brush strokes and splashes of color, beautiful and evocative. Truly, she could sit and study Pixie’s art for hours, but right now, she wanted to study her body even more.
“There.” Pixie swept a hand over the array on the table.
A handy bottle of lube, condoms, a butt plug, and a bullet vibe. Her gaze landed on the last one—a hot pink strapless strap-on.
Fuck yes.
A thrill rose inside her, one she always got when plans started to come together. There was a certain magic to it, a tenuous sense of control that pumped through her veins like an addiction, one of the many reasons she loved domming.
“Good girl.” She strode over to a cabinet along the far wall. She tugged it open. Inside lay an assortment of paint, brushes, and more. “Do you have any paint that’s body-safe?”
Behind her, Pixie gulped audibly.
Eva grabbed a few brushes that looked thick enough to paint with as well as some blue contour wedges, a bit bigger than her hand with a nice flat surface.
Pixie stepped up beside her and grabbed a handful of paints tucked in the back. “These ones.”
“Perfect. Place those on the table and strip for me.”
She picked up the cloth tarp folded over next to the cabinet, unfolded it, and laid it on the floor in the center of the room, then looked up. Pixie had followed orders and stripped down to nothing.
After everything they’d shared tonight, the sight of Pixie bare struck Eva square in the chest. She had always been beautiful—shapely thighs and hips, luscious tits, and a heart-shaped face with deep-set blue eyes. Her tattoos along her arms were colorful splashes against her pale skin. However, after seeing Pixie’s resilience, how she cared and remained open in spite of everything she’d survived—fuck, the woman was radiant. And Eva wanted Pixie to understand the exact way Eva felt tonight.
“So, dove. What are your limits?”
“No different from the usual ones,” Pixie said, flexing her fingers by her sides. “I’m a little rawer than normal, so I might be more susceptible to a reaction or drop afterward, but I want whatever you’ll give me.”
Eva licked her lips. Oh, the possibilities. “On your hands and knees, then.”
Pixie obeyed, sinking into the center of the tarp gracefully. Her tits hung down, and her holes were exposed in a way that made Eva’s mouth water. However, she had other plans for her needy girl.
Eva swept over to the table and grabbed the paint and paintbrushes. She wanted to start with them. With a quick twist of the container top, she popped open the purple and dipped in the brush. The idea of leaving these marks on Pixie’s body appealed to her so damn much her core throbbed. She sank next to Pixie, kneeling on the floor beside her, and she began to paint.