Page 60 of Extraction Play

The moment her brush hit Pixie’s skin, a full-body shiver rocked through Pixie. Eva bit back her smile as she worked through it. She wrote “Good Girl” along her side, loving the slight squirm.

“No one’s ever done this to me before,” Pixie murmured, her voice thick.

“Painted the artist? I’m shocked.”

She angled herself as she began painting along the side of Pixie’s tit “Fuck me.” The stark contrast of the dark purple paint on her pale skin was addictive, and the brushstrokes soothed her. Along her spine, Eva wrote the words “Perfection.” Pixie looked over her shoulder, and based on the hazy, dreamy look in her eyes, she veered toward subspace, yet Eva had plenty more canvas to map.

Eva dipped her brush into the paint again. She lost herself in the motions, praise and humiliation appearing in turn across Pixie’s body: “whore,” “slut,” “dove,” “meant to be filled,” and “sweetest sub.” The stroke of brush to skin became a hypnotic process, and like this, Eva felt like she might know Pixie a little better, understand how the art could grip her at times, threatening to send her tumbling into bliss.

Eva crouched behind Pixie, who remained still on her hands and knees, even though her body slightly trembled, the occasional shiverracking through it. With the lift of her brush, she painted “Use me” on Pixie’s ass.

Because she hadplansfor tonight.

“How are you feeling, dove?” Eva asked, checking in. The quietness of the room hadn’t registered in this fugue space, and she could understand how certain practices became as relaxing for the dominant as they were for the sub.

“So green,” Pixie slurred, and Eva couldn’t help her grin.

She pushed up from her crouch and headed over to the sink on the far side. Making quick work of washing the brush and setting it to dry, she kept flicking her gaze to Pixie. The woman remained steady with her posture, the arch of her back delicious as it exposed that ample ass. Seeing her handiwork all over Pixie’s body was heady, and she couldn’t wait to mark more of her. Eva stopped by the table and grabbed the implements she needed—the lube, the dual strap-on, and the contour wedge.

“Okay, dove.” Eva rested on her knees beside Pixie. “Come drape yourself over my lap.”

Pixie shimmied a little bit before she crawled over to Eva’s lap. When she settled there, her ass high in the air and slumped forward, Eva drew in the scent of her—all jasmine and sex.

“God, you’re hot.” Eva stroked her fingers through Pixie’s hair. A contented sigh passed Pixie’s lips, one that struck Eva on such a deep level she almost keeled forward. Her pussy was wet and tingling at having this warm, willing woman spread over her lap like a buffet, and she planned on enjoying every second of it.

Eva reached for the wedge. “I want to sink into your holes tonight, dirty girl, but I think we’ll warm you up first.” Getting a solid grip, she brought the flat of the wedge down on Pixie’s ass. The cheek jiggledwith the impact, and the thud echoed through the studio. “How are you feeling?”

“Green, Mistress,” Pixie said, her voice breathy and alluring.

“Mmm.” Eva lifted the wedge and brought it down onto Pixie’s other ass cheek. The subsequent thump and jiggle were mesmerizing, and she wanted more. She alternated the thwacks, loving the rhythm. While impact play didn’t tend to be her thing, the intimacy of having Pixie sprawled over her lap amped up her interest a thousandfold.

Once Pixie’s cheeks grew nice and red, blazingly hot to the touch, Eva dropped the wedge. “Now, let’s see how much my dove liked that.” She reached between Pixie’s thighs and brushed her finger over her folds. “Soaked for me, just like I expected. Is there something you want?”

“To get fucked, Mistress,” Pixie moaned, writhing back and forth in her lap. Eva teased her fingertips up and down her slick folds, toying with the entrance. Like this, Pixie’s asshole was on clear display as well, and she couldn’t resist herself. Eva brought her fingers, glistening with slick, over to rub a circle there.

“I think I’ll claim this tonight too,” Eva said, tapping her wet fingertip against Pixie’s hole.

A shudder rocked through Pixie, which sent a shock of endorphins right through Eva. God, the way she responded was addictive. Eva’s clit throbbed with need, her panties soaked. She wanted to come right along with Pixie, to spill over the edge with her.

She also wanted to toy and tease her until she was sobbing, begging for mercy.

Thankfully, she could have both.

“Can I take a picture of just the words?” Eva asked, surprised at her boldness. However, this woman inspired her to new heights, and sheneeded a memory of this beautiful sight. “If you want to delete it after the scene, that’s fine too.”

“Fuck yes, I want to see everything you wrote.”

Eva set the wedge down and fished her phone from her pocket. With Pixie still sprawled out over her lap, she took a few photos, loving the glare of those purple words against her pale skin. Once she got her fill, she set her phone on the tarp beside them.

“All right, dove. Roll onto your back and spread your legs for me like the dirty slut you are.”

“Nghhh, yes, Mistress,” Pixie moaned out. “How is it you’ve got such a filthy mouth?” She followed directions smoothly, shifting onto her back and spreading her legs.

“What can I say?” Eva rose. “You inspire me.”

As she unbuttoned her blouse, her nipples tested the fabric of her shirt. The sight of Pixie spread out on the tarp, her thighs wide open and revealing her glistening pussy was one for the books. Even though most of the words had been painted on Pixie’s back and would smear on the tarp, some of them were visible over the sides, and the sense of ownership sent a silent thrill up her spine. As if such a treasure could truly belong to her.

Eva shrugged out of her blouse, then undid her bra and drew the straps down her arms. Pixie’s eyes remained glued on her, even though the heady, dreamy look guaranteed she sailed into subspace. Eva chewed on her lower lip, a gush of arousal flooding her panties. She took her time sliding her pants and panties down her legs in one move. The anticipation prickled between them, crackling in the air. Pixie’s legs trembled, and they’d be worse once Eva was done with her.

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