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“Okay?”
I nod, allowing myself to close my eyes for a moment to gather my composure, to remind myself I’m safe and no one is going to hurt me. When I open them again, Everett is staring at me intently, a flash of worry in his eyes. “I’m alright,” I assure him.
He watches me for another moment before speaking. “I’ve bound your wrists with a silk scarf. It’s not tight and if you tug you’ll be able to release the knot. If you get too overwhelmed I want you to say your safe word and tug at the scarf to break free, okay?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to thank him for doing this for me, but he can see it in my eyes how thankful I am for him giving this part of myself back. So instead I say, “Yes, I can do that.”
Everett smiles down at me before cupping my cheek in one of his big hands. “I’m proud of you, dove. Even if we get three minutes in and you safe word, I’m still going to be so fucking proud of you.”
I preen under his attention, under his soft words that hold so much meaning, and even though I’m nervous, I know I can do this, because Everett will hold me up even when I can’t hold myself, just like he always has.
“I want you to bend over the arm of the lounge over there, and then we’re going to start slow.”
He doesn’t check in this time, and I’m kind glad for it. Every time he does it gives me an opportunity to back out, and even though the intensity of the anxiety coursing through my body makes me question myself, I don’t want to stop.
I do as he asks, taking slow, measured steps across the room, acutely aware of my bound wrists and clumsiness, but I make it and do as he asks, carefully folding my body over the arm and repositioning until the cushioning is in a comfortable place.
The sound of a drawer opening piques my interest, but I don’t lift my head from the softness beneath my cheek. If he wants me to know what he’s doing, he’ll tell me. Heavy footsteps grow closer and a bag drops behind me. Anticipation builds low in my belly, mixing with something else entirely. Heat. Every move Everett makes is like a lightning rod to my core.
“I’m going to give you twenty, but I want to trial some other things apart from my hand. I’ll give you two with each and then check in before continuing. What are your safe words?”
“Green for okay, orange to pause and talk, red for stop,” I rattle them off like I’ve done it a million times when in reality, I’ve only ever used the system once in the past.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Five with my hand to warm you up, then we’ll move on.”
His palm rubs across my bare ass and a shiver of need rushes across my skin and takes my breath away. He doesn’t make me wait long before his hand lifts and then comes down in a brutal slap that makes my hips shove forward into the arm of the chair. Another three come in hard and fast before he lands the last one and massages the burn in. I’m already panting and he’s barely even started.
“How are you doing, Wynter?” Everett asks as he kneads the stinging flesh of my ass, massaging until the burn runs so deep it feels like it’s at the bone.
“Green,” I moan. The combination of startling pain and heat rush together to my core, setting my entire body on fire.
Everett makes a pleased noise in the back of his throat and I hear him rustle around in the bag he set beside me, but I stay where I am, face pressed into the cushion, fighting my inquisitive nature. His warmth returns behind me and I hold my breath for the feel of something on my already sensitive ass, but nothing comes. For long moments my breath is hitched, waiting, and waiting, and waiting. But he just stands there.
I open my mouth to ask what he’s doing when I hear it. Buzzing. Familiar buzzing. Where do I know that sound from… I almost get all the way through asking myself the question when an assault of vibrations hits my clit and I lurch forward in surprise.
“Ev,” I groan.
“You wanted to give yourself… how did you phrase it again, dove? Self-care.” The words are darker than I’m used to hearing from Everett, and that only makes my pussy clench around the emptiness. The vibrations increase and I let out a hiss, every inch of my skin is alight with electricity, and every bit of pleasure he pushes upon me is felt throughout every cell. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I whisper through the climax climbing at the edge of my consciousness. Everett and I haven’t been together enough for him to be able to play my body like this, and yet he is. He’s sure of every move he makes, of the pressure he uses on my clit, on the gentle caress of my bare back as he drives me higher and higher, and the exact moment I reach the precipice of my release. That last one I know for a fact he knows because one second I’m riding the edge, ready to tumble over the edge, and the next there’s nothing. “What the fuck?” I snap.
Everett chuckles. “Bad girls don’t get to come, Wynter. Bad girls get edged until their legs shake with the need for release, until they’re begging and promising every dirty deed under the sun just to be allowed to come.”
My mouth drops open at the words and for a moment, the slightest of seconds, I think about saying my safe word. But it wouldn’t be right because I’m not overwhelmed or unable to handle what he’s doing to me, I’m just frustrated, which is exactly how he wants me.
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Everett
Ialmost chuckle at her silence. I’m not sure why she’s surprised, I told her this would happen if she disobeyed me, and that’s what she’s been doing from the moment we stepped foot back in this house.
Wynter will learn she’s not in control, but only because I’m going to teach her. My little dove isn’t going to know what hit her when I start training her to be exactly what I need, and this is just the beginning.
I press the small vibrator back to her clit and smirk as her body jolts again. She’s so sensitive considering I’ve barely touched her and I find myself idly hoping this is how it always is between us. That she’ll always crave me just the same way I crave her.
“Everett,” she whines, her body barely able to remain still, but she’s doing so well. For someone who has been out of the lifestyle for such a long time, she remembers a lot. Part of me is ropable that she ever allowed someone to touch her, that she would walk into a BDSM club unprotected, but then the rational, although small, part of my mind remembers that she was safer there than she was with her own security, and then there’s barely contained rage boiling in my blood again for an entirely different reason.
“Are you close, dove?”
