Page 13 of Extraction Play

“I’ll be taking point on this tonight,” Meg said, “but before we get started, let’s go over limits.”

Relief settled onto Eva’s shoulders. The idea of co-topping with Meg at the helm made her feel infinitely calmer than it had with Jack. Co-topping with him had turned toxic, a push and pull that had shattered them apart, but Meg seemed to like everything outlined from the start. And given Meg and Fin had both played with Pixie before, Eva trusted Meg wouldn’t steer them wrong when it came to their sub.

“Hard limits include blood, urine, feces play, fire, age play,” Eva said. “There’s plenty I haven’t explored yet, but the scene you outlined feels comfortable.”

“Mine are similar,” Meg said. “Same with Fin.”

“Uh, bring on the fire.” Fin rummaged through some box on the opposite side of the room.

“Not in my café, you won’t,” Meg said. “Pixie, sweetie, state your limits and then kindly answer Eva’s question.”

“The same as Eva’s, though with the addition of no choking. Restraints are fine, but around the neck sets me off a bit.” She looked up, and Eva’s breath hitched. With her on her knees already, palms restingon her thighs, Pixie was utterly sinful. Eva couldn’t wait to get to touch and taste this woman.

“As for what I was hoping from tonight,” Pixie said, her voice going softer. “I want the three of you to work me over until I can’t feel my legs anymore.”

Eva had noticed the beautiful way Pixie responded to direct attention, and the words came from her unbidden. “Come on now. I think you can be a little more specific.”

Pixie squirmed, clenching her thighs tight together. Eva longed to pry them open to see how turned on she was. The idea of sliding a crop between them to nudge them wide—fuck. Her pussy sparked to life, those tingles racing through her.

Pixie’s eyes were hooded. “I want to be teased and used and toyed with. I want every hole taken until I’m screaming.”

“Good girl,” Eva said. Holy fuck, that was hot. Pleasure rushed through her, her mind reeling with the number of ways they could accomplish just that. However, Meg was running the show tonight. Pixie shifted in her spot again, clearly turned on, and hell, Eva salivated at imagining getting to taste between those thighs.

“That sounds like the perfect plan to me,” Meg said. “Since you’re our guest, Eva, do you want to do the honors? Strip our little sub down?”

Eva’s body was on fire at the thought. Her lips curved into a grin, the slightest thread of her shattered confidence returning. “Yeah, I definitely do.”

“We’ve got plenty to play with tonight.” Fin held a harness in one hand and a thick red dildo as well as a double-sided strap in the other. They quirked a brow. “Care to play with any toys, Eva?”

Her heart thudded a little harder. “I’ll go with the basics tonight. Hands and mouth should work plenty well to get her off.” Sheapproached Pixie with a slow stalk, the air thickening between them as the distance dissipated.

When she lowered to her knees in front of Pixie, she breathed in the sweet jasmine scent of her, fucking delicious. The creamy skin on display begged to be licked, to be marked, and tonight, she’d get the chance. The flimsy fabric of Pixie’s tank top didn’t do anything to hide the pointed tips of her nipples, which threatened to cut through the fabric.

The only command Meg had given was to strip her down, but no rule had followed on how long that had to take. And Pixie’s body was a work of art, meant to be savored.

“You want to be teased, dove?” Eva asked, her voice dipping. She didn’t know where the pet name came from, but based on how Pixie’s breath sharpened, she didn’t mind it.

“Yes, Mistress,” Pixie breathed out, her lashes fluttering. Watching her shift into a submissive headspace was a thing of beauty. Her posture deepened, and her eyes grew more intense, her expression almost feverish with an open neediness that drew Eva in like a siren’s call.

She brushed her fingertips over one luscious nipple, then the other, and Pixie squirmed slightly. Eva maneuvered to the side, aware Meg and Fin waited in the wings. Even though she’d draw this out, she’d give them a show. She continued to tease her fingertips over the pointed nubs, loving the way Pixie trembled, even though she stayed in her position. Like this, she was open for exploration, and Eva had been entertaining fantasies from the moment their gazes met.

She dipped down and licked Pixie’s nipple through the fabric of the shirt. Pixie let out a low moan, so Eva continued to nip and suck. Pixie smelled fucking delicious, her tits so ample they strained her flimsy shirt. Eva wanted to rip her shirt off and worship both until she cried, but she wouldn’t be selfish tonight.

“What should I peel off you first? This ruined shirt or these ruined panties?” Eva asked, a teasing edge to her voice that emerged around the right type of sub.

“I, for one, would like to see just how ruined those panties are,” Fin said.

“Hear that?” Eva purred as she placed her hands on Pixie’s bare thighs. “You better show everyone, dove.” The skin-to-skin contact sent a bolt of electricity through her, so strong it made her head spin. She wrenched Pixie’s thighs open, and Pixie let out a whimper, her chest heaving with the lust that flowed tangibly between them.

The stain on her floral boy shorts was sexy as sin. Eva cupped her cunt, pressing down on the wetness. Pixie panted, her blue eyes widening. Eva hadn’t thought she’d be this comfortable with another sub after Sienna, but the ease she felt around Pixie, the way they’d connected, allowed her to settle into her role.

“What do you think?” Eva asked Meg. “Do away with them?”

Meg’s eyes glinted with a delicious wickedness. “Sure, but if she makes a mess on my floor, she can lick it up.”

Another whimper escaped Pixie, and Eva pressed harder against her pussy. Some naughty girl loved the sound of that. From everything Eva had observed so far, Pixie was a slut for humiliation, and her mind whirled with all the possibilities.

“You heard them.” Eva reached for the sides of the boy shorts and peeled them down her hips. “Let’s get these off.” Pixie helped her shimmy them along her legs, and when she tugged the panties off, she placed them on the floor beside her. “Spread your legs. Let’s see how wet you are.”

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