Addtional tags: SMUT, Original Female Character, Lesbian Eva Stratt, Lesbian Original Character, Strap-ons, Sex Toys, Dom!Stratt Sub!OC, Degreadation Kink, Mommy Kink, Aftercare, Sugar Mommy Eva Stratt AU
Being in charge of Project Hail Mary and The Petrova Taskforce is a stressful job, so behind closed doors, Eva Stratt relieves some of that stress with a female partner she sought out online.
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Olivia never expected her life to turn out like this. Well, she also didn’t expect the sun to start getting eaten right when she was about to graduate college, so she couldn’t really blame herself. Like she learned in ninth grade English class from Steinbeck, best laid plans can always go awry. For mice, men, and women like her.
Ever since she went to a petting zoo when she was three, Olivia knew she wanted to be a veterinarian when she grew up. She was always bringing squirrels, frogs, birds, and even a few caterpillars into her childhood house, much to the annoyance of her parents. She loved all creatures, but couldn’t bear to see them ever in pain. Fortunately, her tolerance got stronger when she shadowed a vet tech in high school, but that compassion never waned. She got into a university with one of the best pre-vet programs in the country, shadowing doctors by day and cramming for exams over Monster energy drinks by night. She went into her senior year filled with hope, feeling like the entire world was her oyster. She was looking at grad schools, dreaming of moving to another state, preferably one with beaches. Halfway through her senior year, all those hopes were dashed.
One of the dining halls on campus had a TV that was constantly playing sports. Olivia never cared for sports, so never paid the TV much attention, until the day they changed it to something completely different. It was the news. And students had abandoned their meals to go stand up and look at it.
Olivia was confused, but always naturally curious, so she joined the mob that was beginning to grow. The title card below both the reporters seated at their desk said BREAKING: SCIENTISTS CAPTURE FIRST VIDEO OF “STAR-EATER”. The newscasters turn their heads to the large screen behind them, then a video takes up almost the entire screen. A grainy video that shows nothing more than moving black dots. They throb as they slowly move across their surface. Olivia hears some students gasp, sees others shake their heads silently with their hands over their mouths. One of the newscasters starts crying and walks off set.
“What is that?” Olivia asks no one in particular.
A boy in front of her turns his head. “It’s astrophage. It’s eating the sun.”
Olivia furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head in confusion. “What do you mean, eating the sun?”
Sure enough, when Olivia gets back to her apartment and props open her laptop, it’s explained all over the internet. The little black space dots known as astrophage are feeding off the sun’s energy, and will lower the sun’s temperature, and Earth’s by proxy, rapidly in the next few years. Crops won’t be able to grow, people will starve, wars will make it worse.
So basically, this was all for nothing.
Olivia could never become a vet because there would be no more animals to take care of. Humans will slaughter them all before she could even get a chance to help sick and starving ones.
This is all for naught. School. Studying. Shadowing. What was the point of it all now?
She dropped out of school. Cut off her family. Spent her days in a deep depression scrolling and searching for anything online that might make her feel better. It was certainly interesting seeing how people changed online ever since hearing the world was basically going to end. Some people seemed kinder. Others are depressed and hopeless like her. Some were starting to learn about the meaninglessness of worldly items, money being the biggest one.
There were whole websites and online discussion boards dedicated to people willing to blow all their money on their deepest sexual fantasies. People willing to give everything they own to have the best nights of their lives one last time. She saw the appeal. If the world’s all going to shit, why not end it all on your terms, doing something you love? These boards were extremely entertaining, and she could spend hours scrolling through every single post.
Male. 40s. Caucasian, bald, overweight. Looking to have my first (and last) orgy will all blondes. Must be under 5’6 and 120lbs, and blonde. Will take as many girls as I can get. Willing to pay $10,000 each for one night.
32M in the UK. Want to be dolled up and made into a beautiful woman’s sissy. Willing to pay $250,000 for a week.
57 year old male here from Canada. I want to worship beautiful ladies and their feet. I want to get stepped on. Willing to pay each girl $5,000 for an hour long session. Taking as many applicants as possible, I’m not picky.
Not surprisingly, a vast majority of these posts were from men. Which is why Olivia stopped the page she was scrolling on when she saw a long post with proper grammar. Surely, something as well-written and eloquent as this had to have been from, well, not a man. She read it thoroughly.
Hello. I am a 48 year old woman, originally from Germany but am now currently residing in San Francisco. I hold a powerful position at a job that is quite taxing, so I am looking for some companionship from another female. Once chosen, you may live in my house or your own. You don’t have to worry about buying food, clothes, or rent if you choose to live with me. But you will be at my beck and call, 24/7 if I need you for anything. We will discuss our sexual relationship further once chosen, but you must be open-minded to a lot. I will also discuss further payment with you once you are selected. Please reach out if interested. I look forward to meeting my new partner.
Olivia felt flutters in her stomach. Her heart began to race and blood flushed to her cheeks, giving them the first color they’ve seen in weeks. She clicked on the profile that posted the request, seeing if she could find out more about her. Not much, other than an option to message her. Suddenly, Olivia was overcome with something she hadn’t felt in a long time; hope. She didn’t care if the world was ending, if she could face it with a gorgeous older woman and get paid for it, she could die happy. Let those little star eaters nosh on the sun as much as they want.
She reread over the post multiple times to make sure she wasn’t missing out on any important details this woman required. Didn’t mention anything about what appearance she preferred in women, only that she liked them young. Hopefully, Olivia’s ripe age of 22 would be young enough for her.
She dragged her house over the “Message” button on this woman’s profile, and let it linger there for a long time. Her mind raced with thoughts competing to tell her if this was a good idea or not.
What if this is just a catfish? Maybe she's not a woman, instead just some creepy dude.
But, come on. Free food, clothes, and housing? What’s not to love? It’s worth a shot.
But what will I need money for when the world is ending? It’ll be useless.
What if the Earth gets saved? And you could be rich!
What if what if what if. There were so many what ifs. She ignored them all as she clicked the message button, and wrote out a short text expressing her interest, and throwing in a few pictures to really sell herself to this woman. A mirror selfie, a selfie in her car wearing vet scrubs, a picture of her in a bikini lying by a pool.
She hovered the mouse over the “Send” button. She was terrified, like a scared middle schooler asking their crush to the dance over a note stuck in their locker. This was either going to be the best decision Olivia has ever made, or something that ends with her getting her own true crime documentary.
It all sounded too good to be true. It was too perfect. If she chose to send this message and go through with it, it would be a total crapshoot. A shot in the dark. A Hail Mary.
She took a deep breath. She clicked “Send”.
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The sun has already set, the amber lights of the modern, spacious house giving it a warm and cozy aura. Olivia is laying on her back on the leather couch by the electric fireplace, scrolling through various short videos on her phone while soft jazz music from the house’s sound system provides a quiet ambience.
It was getting late. Eva should be home soon. She always texted Olivia if she was running late, which was to be expected with the tremendous job Eva had. She was the director of Project Hail Mary, a super-secret task force dedicated to sending astronauts to the one star in the galaxy that wasn’t getting eaten by the astrophage. That’s pretty much all Eva was allowed to tell her, since this was an uber-classified mission spanning across all governments in the United Nations. And Eva oversaw it all.
The past couple months living with Eva have been the best of Olivia’s life. Every day, when she wakes up in Eva’s king size Egyptian cotton covered bed in her sleek, modern house, she thanks her past self for sending that message to Eva all those weeks ago when she was at her lowest point.
Eva was true to her word. Olivia could live in the house rent-free, which of course she did. Who wouldn’t want to trade their one bedroom apartment for a huge house? Eva’s single-level house matched her personality perfectly; it was clean, minimally decorated with mute-colored furniture and art, and almost had a bit of a brutalist vibe to it. Food was covered, so was all the utilities and clothing she wanted. On top of that, Olivia got an allowance of $2,000 a week. She struggled to find things to spend it on, since Eva was practically spoiling her and giving her everything she could ever want or need.
It certainly wasn’t free, though. But Olivia was more than happy to provide whatever Eva wanted in exchange. Sometimes, she’d run errands for Eva while she was at work. Eva would tell her what she wanted for dinner, and Olivia would have to get it delivered or make it at home. There was also the sex. Lots and lots of it.
Quite literally, Eva had the fate of humanity in her hands. Having a job like that certainly would weigh on a person and cause them to age rapidly from all the immense pressure they’re under. Eva relieved her stress in the form of sex, doing whatever she pleased with Olivia, within the limits they had discussed previously, of course. Eva was literal. Methodical. She had a contract with detailed notes ready for Olivia to sign at their first in-person meeting at a coffee shop. If Olivia had any questions, Eva always answered quickly and with great detail.
Even though their relationship was transactional, they had quickly developed genuine emotional bonds with each other. Eva loved that she had someone to devote her time and hard work to, someone to live for and make the outcome of Project Hail Mary worth it all. Someone worth saving the world for.
Olivia loved how caring Eva was. Though many could see Eva as being very stone-faced and hard to read, Olivia could always tell when she needed a hug, or an extra cup of coffee, or a cigarette.
She also loved all the things in the bedroom Eva had introduced her to. Stuff she could've never imagined liking, Eva had unlocked in her. She loved getting bent over the kitchen counters and spanked if she didn’t reply to a text fast enough. She loved it when Eva made her get on all fours in front of the couch and act as a footstool. She loved getting her hands tied behind her back while a vibrator against her clit tortured her to tears, all while Eva sat in the corner and watched, slowly nursing a glass of whiskey. Woof. That memory always made Olivia blush when it replayed in her head. Her looking over at Eva, kneeling on the mattress with watery eyes. “Please, mommy…it hurts..!” Eva simply swirled the whiskey in her glass and continued to stare motionless at Olivia, responding with the most nonchalant “Hmm. Does it?
A text notification pops up at the top of Olivia’s phone screen. It was Eva. She immediately sits up in excitement. “I will be home soon. I’m bringing dinner if you haven’t eaten.” Olivia loves how Eva texts like she speaks. Short, sweet, and to the point.
Olivia quickly texts back a “Thank you! See you soon :)” then closes her phone to start getting the dining room table ready for dinner. She sets out plates, forks, and napkins, not even sure if she needs to. She just wants to make Eva proud, just in case.
Twenty minutes later, after the table is set and Olivia finishes washing some dishes that were left in the sink, the front door opens, and Eva walks through.
“Hey! Welcome home!” Olivia greets her cheerily.
“Hello.” Eva simply responds, dropping her work bag in front of the shoe rack by the front door.
Olivia trots over to Eva, wrapping her arms around her neck and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “How was work?”
“Over now.” Eva smiles. “I’m happy to see you.”
“I set the table.” Olivia beams proudly, gesturing towards it. “What’s for dinner?”
“Chinese takeout. There were a lot of uneaten boxes left over from a meeting today.”
Eva makes her way over to the dining room and places the plastic bag full of takeout boxes in the center of the large oaken table. Olivia follows behind her, ready to sit at her regular chair across from Eva, except Eva doesn’t sit down. She turns around, simply stating “We’re not eating just yet.”
Olivia stands still, slightly confused as she watches Eva walk over towards the cabinets, taking a small glass from one of them and putting a few cubes of ice from the freezer into it. She makes her way to the large liquor shelf, taking a bottle of whiskey off it and pouring herself some in the glass.
Eva walks closer to Olivia and wraps her free hand around her waist. “Be in my bedroom in five minutes. Wear the black lingerie I like.”
Even though her and Eva always slept in the same bed, Eva still referred to it as her bedroom. That power, that control that Eva had over her, was infinitely hot to Olivia. It reminded her that as long as she was in her house, under her contract, Eva owned her.
Olivia let loose an excited sigh at Eva’s command, nodding excitedly. “Yes, ma’am!” She ran to her large closet, just for her, in the spare office room she never used as Eva retreated to her bedroom. The closet was full of all Eva’s favorite outfits for Olivia that she bought herself. Depending on the type of mood she was in, Eva preferred Olivia in a lot of different outfits. Sometimes it was regular lingerie, other times it was a specific costume, like a cheerleader or the schoolgirl outfit she had been enjoying recently. Sometimes it was for roleplay purposes, other times it was just what Eva wanted to look at. Olivia fingered through the folded garments, finding the black lingerie set Eva was talking about. A black lacy bra and panties, paired with tight knee-high socks. Once she’d completely stripped herself down and fixed the lingerie on her body perfectly, she waltzed into Eva’s bedroom. It may have taken her a little over five minutes, since she wanted to look flawless for Eva, so she hoped she wouldn’t hold that against her.
Eva sat in the center of the bed with her back resting against the headboard. She flicked a lighter against the cigarette in her mouth, taking a drag from it to look up at Olivia standing seductively against the doorframe.
“Come.” Eva commanded, pointing to her lap. “Give me a show.”
Olivia obeyed, crawling up the mattress against Eva’s body, sitting directly on her hips. Eva moved herself down, now laying completely flat on the mattress and making Olivia look like a giant on top of her. The jazz music could still be heard quietly from the kitchen, so Olivia improvised a version of a lap dance against Eva. She could feel the bones from Eva’s hips poking her, and it took all of her willpower not to hump against them without Eva’s permission.
Eva continued to smoke the cigarette while Olivia grinded and moaned on top of her, which Olivia assumed she’d have to do until the cigarette ran out. She loved that she was responsible for keeping Eva entertained. It was cute.
With her free hand, Eva groped Olivia’s ass, sometimes giving it a rough spank. Olivia would respond with a cartoonish giggle, which, when done right, made Eva crack the slightest smirk.
In reality, Olivia hated the smell of cigarette smoke, but she made an exception when Eva did it. She was always put in such a trance looking into Eva’s eyes, she never even noticed the smell, or at least didn’t allow it to bother her. Even during the little lap dance, when Olivia would bend over to give kisses and light nibbles against Eva’s neck, she couldn’t be bothered by the smoke. She even had a few burn scars on her thighs from the few times Eva would put the cigarette out against her skin. Eva was just that enchanting, her spell ever powerful.
Olivia playfully gripped Eva’s hair and continued her dance as Eva finished the cigarette. She put it out on an ashtray on top of her nightstand, right next to the glass of whiskey she picked up.
“You want more?” Eva asked, punctuating her sentence with a sip
“Always!” Olivia smiled, pausing the dance to sit still on Eva’s hips.
Eva darted her eyes down to her right leg, bucking her knee gently. “Get on my leg. Make yourself come on it. You have until I finish this. Don’t disappoint me.”
Olivia whimpered out a breathy “God, yes please. Thank you…” as she repositioned herself, sliding her body down Eva’s leg, straddling her thigh. She looked Eva in the eyes, knowing better than to start without permission. Eva quickly gave her a small nod.
With that, Olivia started grinding. Her clit was already sensitive from all the anticipation, so that feeling mixed with the perfect combination of the soft fabric of Eva’s pants and the firmness of her thigh muscles sent sparks throughout Olivia’s entire body. She wasn’t going to last long.
“Good girl.” Eva praised, drowning in the melody that was Olivia’s breathy moans. “How does that feel?”
“Amazing…it feels so good, mommy…” Olivia whined.
Eva blushed at the nickname. She never told Olivia to call her that, but when it slipped out accidentally one day, she loved it and wanted to keep it.
After only a minute of rutting against Eva’s leg, Olivia could already feel herself getting closer to the edge. Her arms propping her up began to feel like jelly, and she could feel the electric pleasure of an incoming orgasm all the way in her toes.
“Are you close, Olivia?”
“God, yes! Please…so close…! Fuck…”
Eva smiled seeing the girl perched on her leg completely unravel. She took another sip from her drink.
“You look like a dog, humping against my leg like that. That’s what you are, right? Nothing more than my horny little puppy.”
That did it for Olivia. She was at the apex of the roller coaster and those words pushed her down. Ardenline rushed through her entire body as she rode the rest of the roller coaster, slowing her hips down and catching her breath. Eva gave her a little time to calm down, but honestly could not contain her excitement either.
“That was really quick. I still have some of my drink left.”
“No need to explain yourself. Get up.” Eva instructed, kicking her leg lightly to nudge Olivia off. She knelt on the mattress next to Eva, who moved herself further to the left.
“Come here.” Eva said, sitting herself up. Olivia followed her without a word, and waited patiently as Eva reached her arms around Olivia’s back, undoing the clasp on the back of her bra. The ice clinked around in the whiskey glass still in one of Eva’s hands, the coolness of it sometimes making contact with Olivia's skin. Once unhooked, she let Eva peel the bra off of her and toss it onto the floor.
Olivia was then given her next instruction. “Lie down.”
She sunk onto the mattress, laying her body completely flat and watched Eva climb on top of her. The positions had switched now, with Eva straddling Olivia’s hips. The hand that held her glass slowly hovered over Olivia’s breasts, positioned directly between the both of them. With surgical precision, Eva began to tilt the glass downwards, letting the last drops of whiskey drip onto Olivia’s chest. Olivia’s nipples hardened at the cold liquid’s contact on her skin, the frigidness of it almost causing a burning sensation. Eva placed the glass back on the nightstand, getting great delight in seeing Olivia animating her excitement and curiosity with that adorable little face of hers.
Not wanting her pet to wait any longer, Eva leaned down over the puddle of whiskey and licked it up. She buried her face in between Olivia’s breasts, making sure to give plenty of love to them too by more licking, sucking, and kissing. Slowly, she began to make her way downward, kissing Olivia’s tummy and hips, running her tongue up Olivia’s ribs when she arched her back.
Olivia’s legs were spread, Eva’s head resting between them as she kissed right below her navel. Her fists gently wrapped themselves around the waistline of the black panties, tugging them towards Olivia’s legs and exposing her dusty patch of dark pubic hair. She raised her legs to help Eva pull her panties off of her, soon making her fully nude except for the knee-high socks.
“So beautiful…” Eva whimpered, placing tender kisses on the inside of Olivia’s thighs. “So, so beautiful…”
The vibration of Eva’s voice sent warm tingles through Olivia’s sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to rise on her arm and a jolt getting sent through her clit. She never wants Eva to leave; part of her wants to clamp her legs together and leave Eva there forever, always kissing and loving on her legs. Before she can get too excited, Eva gives one last kiss to the side of Olivia’s calf and rises from her kneeling position between her legs. She opens a drawer in her sleek wooden dresser, rifling through some garments to pull out her beloved silicone dildo attached to a thick black harness. She tosses the toy on the bed’s pillows, laying herself down next to Olivia.
“If you want me, you’re going to have to earn me.” Eva teased by lifting up her shirt and slightly exposing her belly. “Undress me.”
Oliva smiled, nodding her head excitedly without saying a word. She first grabbed the bottom of Eva’s sweater, lifting it over her head as Eva raised her arms in response. Next was unhooking Eva’s tan bra slowly, ensuring Eva saw she was careful and taking her time, not the horny monster that wanted to rip all her clothes off she felt like. Olivia always found Eva’s clothing style adorably handsome, with her loose-fitting masculine sweaters and dress pants she wore to her world-saving job every day.
Next came unclasping Eva’s leather belt, sliding it through the loops of her trousers and throwing it down on the floor. Not wanting to wait a second more to see what Eva’s plans with the strap-on toy was, Olivia quickly unzipped Eva’s pants and pulled them down her legs along with the boxers she was wearing underneath. Eva didn’t even try to awkwardly kick and help Olivia undress her; she was a big girl, she could figure it out by herself.
Eva was now fully naked, splayed across her mattress in a position that reminded Olivia of a renaissance painting. She watched her work of art in awe as she reached behind herself to the toy that was resting on the pillow. Eva elegantly strapped the harness to herself like she had done this a thousand times before, giving one strap a final tug to make sure it was perfectly tight. Olivia gulped looking at the sleek, black mast that was now protruding from between Eva’s legs. It’s not like Eva hasn’t used this exact black dildo on her before, Olivia just always got nervously excited when she didn’t know what Eva had in store for her. Eva could be a lustful wild card, always surprising Olivia with what she was in the mood for.
A few long seconds ticked by where Eva didn’t move at all. Olivia was expecting more instruction from Eva, like where to move and how she should position herself. She took the silence as a clue that she should act herself, to show Eva that she was a big girl that knew her mistress like her second half. From her kneeling position, Olivia bent over and let a fat glob of spit run down the shaft of the rubber cock. She wrapped her fist around it, giving it a few strokes before relaxing her throat and sliding the cock down her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, letting loose some quiet gags, and turned her head to the side to look Eva in the eyes to gauge her approval.
Olivia felt a flutter of nervousness in her stomach. Eva didn’t look pleased. Even though her facial expressions didn’t have a lot of range, Olivia could tell. She could see it in Eva’s wolfish eyes; she was upset.
Olivia’s fears were confirmed when a strong fist grabbed the roots of her hair, right on top of her scalp, and fiercely pulled her head off the rubber dick. Eva huffed, and a string of saliva formed connected the corner of Olivia’s mouth to the cock’s tip.
“Excuse me, little brat.” Eva spat, gently shaking Olivia’s head caught in her grasp. “Did I say you could do that?”
Olivia whimpered, grasping her fingers in a tight, nervous fist. “N-no, ma’am…no…”
“Since when are you in charge around here, Olivia?”
Her whines were becoming more and more desperate. Her clit was practically throbbing, feeling like it was on fire, and something was gonna burn if the fire didn’t get stoked soon. “I…I’m not! You are, ma’am! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…!”
Eva laughed, one that Olivia couldn’t translate whether it was a laugh of content or amusement and seeing her humiliated little pet. Olivia involuntarily let out a shrill moan as the hand in her hair violently threw her head against the mattress. Like a paralyzed prey animal, she lay still waiting in fear for the carnivore on top of her.
Eva grabbed Olivia by the hips and flipped her over, her hips now facing the ceiling and her cunt beckoning for Eva’s cock. She positioned herself on top of Olivia, propping herself up with hands on either side of Olivias’ face, the tip of her cock poking at teasing at Olivia’s soaking wet pussy.
“I think you need a reminder of who owns you. I’m in charge of you, Olivia. You’re mine. You’re going to get this little attitude of yours fucked right out of you to remind you of your place.” Eva hissed. Not wanting to give Olivia a second to prepare herself, she slid her hips forward and stretched out Olivia’s pussy with the ink black rubber cock between her legs.
Olivia cried out, reaching her arms up Eva’s back and gripping the skin against her shoulder blades. Eva bit her lip as she picked up the speed of her thrusts, her cock hitting deeply inside of Olivia in all the right spots. Her hymen was long gone, Eva had broken that in months ago.
“Oh my god, oh my god…” Olivia squealed. “You’re fucking me so deep…holy shit…! Fuck, oh my god…it feels so good, mommy…!”
“Yeah?” Eva huffed, her voice already becoming more breathier. “This is all you’re good for, isn’t it? Taking mommy’s cock, being mommy’s little toy…”
“God, yes…yes!”
A symphony of dirty sounds filled Eva’s bedroom; the squeaking of the bed, rustling of the sheets, wet thrusts and slaps against Olivia’s pussy, both girls panting and swearing at each other, moaning and even some crying coming from Olivia. Sometimes to give her arms a break from holding herself up, Eva would rest her entire body on top of Olivia, nesting her head right on her neck. Olivia loved it like this, because it allowed her to grip onto Eva’s beautiful red hair and moan and whine right in her ear, so her mistress could know just how good of a job she was doing.
Sometimes, Eva would slow her pace down, opting to give one big powerful thrust right into the depths of Olivia’s cervix, causing the poor young girl to arch her back and cry out in pain as her fingernails dug deeply into Eva’s skin.
She loved seeing how much the girl beneath her squirmed when she would deliver a predatory bite onto the sensitive skin of Olivia’s neck. She would sink her teeth in like a hungry carnivore, sucking hard to ensure there would be a bright purple spot there in the morning. Another sign of ownership. Another way of branding Olivia and telling the whole world who she belonged to.
But Eva always wanted to look into Olivia’s eyes as she came undone. It was like seeing all her hard work pay off. The fruits of her labor. So, when Olivia pressed her lips against the outside of Eva’s ear and breathily whimpered how close she was, Eva propped herself up to look her baby girl right in her eyes.
“You’re close? You wanna come for your mommy?”
Tears welled up in Olivia’s eyes and began to slide down her cheeks, some staining the pillowcases beneath her. “God, please…mommy…Eva, please! I need it so bad…I’m so close, please…!”
Eva’s right hand violently grabbed Olivia’s jaw, forcing the younger girl beneath her to look up at her. “Say it. Say who you belong to.”
Olivia was so close to the edge she could barely speak. Her lips quivering like a fish as her brain tried to force her voice to work, but it was proving to be extremely difficult. She only had one thing on her mind, and that was cumming violently against Eva’s cock.
She took too long. Eva released her grip on Olivia’s jaw, and brought her hand down fast against the side of her face, causing Olivia’s head to jerk violently to the left as a sharp slap echoed throughout the bedroom.
“I gave you an order.” Eva said, bringing her hand back to the grip it held before, leaning her face closer to Olivia’s. She was so close, Olivia could feel her hot breath as she moaned in a gravelly command. “Say it. Say who you belong to. Now..!”
Olivia sobbed as tears continued to slide down her face, Eva’s eyes staring directly into her soul. It was so hard, but she forced her lips to speak. It sounded more like an incoherent wail, but hoped it would be enough to make Eva happy and let her come.
“Y-you…you! I belong to you and only you, Eva…! You’re my master, my goddess, Eva…! I, fuck..I’m so close…! Please, let me cum, goddesss…! Just for you, please…! It’s all for you, I’m all for you! Just for you…! Pleaseeeee!”
Eva didn’t say anything back, just huffing and panting from her own exertion, waiting for the telltale signs Olivia was pushed over the edge. It didn’t take much more thrusts from Eva for Olivia to start seizing her body up; her muscles would go tense and her back would arch, her eyes would roll towards the back of her head and her mouth would remain agape letting loose a silent scream. Eva pulled the entirety of her cock out, gently massaging Olivia’s sensitive clit as she rode out the rest of the orgasm. One hand undid the harness around her waist, the other glistened as it got coated in the wetness from Olivia’s cunt. The harness was tossed on the floor, and Olivia’s breathing started to become more steady and calm.
Eva laid herself down next to Olivia, petting the top of her head, shushing her, and placing tender kisses against Olivia’s shoulders. Olivia rolled over to hug her, wrapping her arms around Eva like a child needing comfort from her mother. Eva waited for her breathing to calm down even more, asking Olivia if she was alright. Olivia simply nodded, but Eva needed to hear it verbally.
“I’m good, Eva. Thank you…”
Eva nodded back, bringing her soaking wet fingers up from between Olivia’s legs, placing them in front of her mouth. “Clean up your mess.” she instructed, Olivia eagerly obliging by wrapping her lips around Eva’s fingers and sucking them clean.
When Eva removed her fingers, she returned Olivia’s embrace fully, both women feeling the warmth of the other’s sweaty skin against their own. They sat in each other’s silence, until Eva was the one to break it.
“I hope I was good. I’m not as young as I used to be. My stamina is surely not the same as it was.”
Olivia chucked, letting out a content sigh as she nestled further into Eva’s hug. “It was amazing. Like always.”
Eva smiled, giving her a quiet giggle in response as she kissed Olivia’s forehead. With her lips still pressed against it, she spoke quietly. “Our dinner’s probably getting cold. Want to get up and eat?”
Olivia sighed, positing her face so she could look Eva in the eyes better. “Only if you shower first. And let me shower with you.”
Eva smiled against Olivia’s forehead, ruffling her hair and giving her one last kiss. “Great. Meet me there in five minutes.”
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