Page 25 of She Came Upon A Midnight Clear
Evie
Dru buckles the leather cuffs onto first one wrist, then the other, and they’re connected in the middle with a heavy metal carabiner, restricting my movement, so once they’re on I am definitely feeling bound. I have a brief moment of panic, which quickly turns to a heady exhilaration as I breathe in the scent of leather and realize how completely she is the one in control.
There’s a sense of freedom, which I didn’t expect, simply being rendered helpless, knowing that everything is up to her. How did I never realize how much I needed this?
“Too tight?” she asks.
“No, they feel… amazing.”
“Good girl,” she says in that low, husky tone that makes me all shivery.
Keeping a hand on my back, she moves around behind me again and smooths her hand over my ass.
“Such a perfect ass. So lush and round, and your pale skin shows my marks so beautifully.”
God, I love hearing her when she’s like this, her deep voice rough with desire. My pussy clenches just from hearing her talk. But even more when she lands a good, hard slap on one cheek, then the other.
I drop my head until it’s resting on my cuffed wrists, and she really goes to work on my ass, spanking, then pausing to pinch and scratch the tender skin, or to kiss her way up my spine to my neck, then back down again. But she doesn’t stop there; she kisses the welts I can feel rising on my sore skin, and it’s tender and hot as fuck.
My head is emptying out, my body beginning to fill up with that floating sensation I’ve discovered with her whenever she spanks me. But it’s more intense this time. Maybe because I’m feeling more and more connected to her all the time? But it’s too hard to really think right now.
She leans over me to ask, “Color, Evie? Are you still green?”
“Yes, so green.”
“Good, baby,” she says.
She runs her hand over my back, then her short nails, scratching my skin just enough to make me shiver. Her hand moves lower, then she reaches down and shoves her fingers into my soaking wet pussy.
“Oh!”
She starts to fuck me while she uses the other hand to spank me, moving both in the same rhythm, fucking me, spanking me, and I am about to lose my mind. I’m shaking with pleasure, with the need formore. With the need to take whatever she gives me, to be good for her.
She stops, leaning down to murmur in my ear, “Tell me, Evie. What color are you?”
“Green. Soooo green.”
She moves around to the front of me and pulls my chin up. “I need to see your eyes. Oh, yeah, you’re in subspace, my pretty girl.”
She gives me a quick kiss, then pushes my head back down until my cheek is resting on the mattress, and she holds it there for several long moments, pressing, pressing, commanding my body, which I fucking love.
“Stay,” she orders, and the command itself makes me even wetter.
I hear her behind me, but I can’t tell what she’s doing, and I brace myself for her to spank me again, but instead I feel something cool and smooth slide over my ass cheeks.
“I’m going to spank you with my belt, baby. You use your safe words if you need them, okay?”
“Okay. Yes, Dru,” I reply, unsure about the belt, but excited at the same time.
The first hit hurts, but not too bad. It’s both stingier and thuddier than her bare hand, but I like it. A lot. There’s something about just knowing it’s leather she’s hitting me with that’s hot as fuck.
Another strike, and this one burns, but in the best way possible. It doesn’t make sense in my brain, but I don’t want her to stop.
She smacks my ass with the belt a few more times, then the back of my thighs, and I’m moaning a little, but even as it hurts, it feelssogood.
“Color, Evie?” she demands.
“Mmm, green.”
