Page 48 of Extraction Play

“Please, Mistress.” Pixie needed to come so badly her limbs shook. The tension inside her had stretched to the point of pain, and all she could think about was finding relief.

“Such a good girl.” Eva thrust in a little faster, a little harder. Pixie preened under the praise, even as she spread her legs open wider as if it might mean she’d come faster. It wasn’t like she could do anything herself, not with her arms bound to her sides.

Pants exploded from her lips, and with each thrust, she shifted her hips, trying to soak in every ounce of pleasure possible. The bursts hit faster now, and Eva’s brow furrowed again as she quickened her pace. Each time she fucked into her, the slap of their skin echoed through the room, and the scent of sweat, sex, and peaches, pure Eva, elevated her higher.

Eva’s breaths came out quicker. “Mmm, you feel so sinful, dove.” She placed her fingertips against Pixie’s clit, which was just as soaked as the rest of her. The moment she moved them, the arcs of electricity rolling through her limbs threatened to make her come on the spot.

“Oh god, I can’t.” Pixie was going straight over the edge if Eva didn’t stop.

“Good,” Eva said, her lashes fluttering as her mouth dropped open. She thrust her length fully inside, but with the way her limbs locked up, she was clearly in the throes of an orgasm. However, she pinched Pixie’s clit at the same point, and that was all it took.

A gush of Eva’s release splashed over her right as she catapulted over the edge.

“Fuck,” she cried out, tipping her head back as the orgasm claimed her. Eva’s length remained settled inside her, even though her core rippled around it, and her clit throbbed, the waves of ecstasy rollingthrough her body. First they rushed in hard and furious, but then they ebbed, sheer pleasure that continued to steal her breath away. Her mind was bleached of anything but the white-hot bliss consuming her, and she didn’t want to come back down.

As the fringes of her orgasm receded, Eva’s cum dripping all over her thighs grew more apparent. Pixie couldn’t help her giddy little grin. Fuck, that was hot.

“God, I’ve never come that hard when I strapped before,” Eva said, a soft smile on her lips. “You had me so turned on though.”

“Ungh, you were turned on? Try being tortured the whole time by the sexiest fucking Domme on the planet.” Pixie wriggled her upper torso.

“I’m sure you’ve been with sexier.” Eva pulled out of her, the dip of her chin and glance away screaming vulnerability.

Pixie couldn’t reach up to stop her, so she spoke instead. “Hey. Look at me.”

Eva brought her gaze back.

“I’m not exaggerating,” Pixie said, her voice holding steady despite the way her limbs were complete jelly. “You’re intuitive as hell when it comes to me, and I’ve never clicked with anyone quite like this.”

“Same,” Eva whispered. She undid the bondage tape around Pixie’s torso. As the pieces fluttered to the bed and the restrictive hug around her released, Pixie sucked in a long, deep breath that dizzied her brain.

Eva slid off the bed and slipped out of the harness, her thighs glistening from her release. Some of it had splattered beneath her so she was lying in a wet spot. Not that she minded.

“Sorry I didn’t put something down.” Eva offered Pixie a hand.

Pixie placed hers in Eva, allowing the woman to help her up. She sure as fuck couldn’t make her limbs function. “It’s not a big deal to change the sheets,” Pixie said as Eva wrapped an arm around her waist.Fuck, the way this woman instinctively took control of her body was the hottest thing.

“Let’s go get cleaned up, and then I’ll tackle the bed.” Eva guided her toward Pixie’s bathroom.

A request leaped to the tip of Pixie’s tongue, and this time, she didn’t hold back. “Only if you’ll stay there with me tonight?”

Eva stopped and stared at her, the air charged. For a moment, Pixie could swear Eva would say no, turn her down. With how needy she was feeling—not just from their scene but also the emotional upheaval from earlier—she needed to curl against Eva and feel that solidness for as long as possible.

Eva’s lips tilted up. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Pixie swallowed hard, and butterflies exploded in her chest. God, she was in way over her head.

Chapter Nineteen

The sunlight streamed through the blinds, a bit too bright, as Eva slowly blinked awake. The scent of jasmine surrounded her, and a soft, warm weight rested beside her—someone else.

She wasn’t in her bed.

Wait, she didn’t even have a bed.

Eva pushed herself up on her elbow. Pixie lay curled up beside her, the golden rays from the window highlighting her creamy skin, her curves, her tousled bright blue strands. Like this, she looked so damn innocent, so fucking pure. Though no matter how filthy Pixie was in the bedroom, there was something so damn good about her that Eva couldn’t help but be drawn in.

Last night had been a revelation on multiple fronts. Not only had she learned more about the woman than she could ever have hoped for, but the way Pixie had surrendered to her had been imprinted onher soul. All the feelings of inadequacy, of being left behind, had been dispelled because she’d been with a woman who made her feel truly valued.

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