EVE;
The concept of being punished wasn’t new to Eve. She’d both endured it, asked for it, and consented to it in the past. To a certain degree, it was impossible to claim that she didn’t somewhat thrive off of the concept. As someone who didn’t submit easily yet loved to be dominated she played that fine line for as long as she could. Which had consequences, naturally. She loved that rush of nerves when you knew you’d done something wrong and your dom threateningly reminded you it would be punished. She also did get quite aroused by a sane amount of pain, though the best had to be from either spanking, or the most delicious kind, pain and pleasure coupled together when someone edged you really hard, or fucked you so rough you couldn’t walk afterwards. She doubted her favorites would be a part of this evening, but one could always remain hopeful. “You’ll have to work for it.” Eve promised, finding herself in a much more calm headspace now that they were finally getting down to business. “We’ll see.” The thought of being a sobbing mess in front of Lilith was still one colored in humiliation, given that there was no trust there yet. She didn’t relish in being forced to be vulnerable, and yet Eve knew herself well enough to be able to admit that if the demon managed to get her both scared and riding with pain, she would be crying. She wasn’t made of stone.. Hearing the other growl, clearly a bit frustrated, made Eve smirk. It was satisfying to know that she could provoke, even with Lilith’s decent poker face. “Why bother when I get a rise out of you with the same old ones?” she murmured back, not needing to speak up as the space between their faces became near non existent. A small twitch, the ghost of a pained squint above her left eye was the only reaction the familiar let show to being marked by the demons nails. It wasn’t painful enough that she had to struggle too hard to keep her features neutral. Yet the feeling that came right after, of having spittle on her cheek and given a second slap forced out a small whine along with a flash of pain, then a bit of fury, across the girls face. She gritted her teeth and pressed her lips together for a second, so hard they turned white, before moving her mouth back into an impassive line. Just being called a slut broke Eve’s concentration a little, and she had to swallow hard, wishing she could look away without betraying weakness as her body began working against her for real. Hairs on her skin rose and she couldn’t help but twist twice in a small squirm, feeling her nipples harden and her count both drool and tingle. Damn her.. “If all you want is to slap me into submission, then why would you care if I am?” she asked, masking her bodys failure with an icy tone. For once, her best and only defense was to shut her mouth, so Eve did. Only staring as disinterested as she could manage up at the demoness. Really it wasn’t like she’d have to reach far down to get her answer or hell, rest her case.
“oh i really don’t think i’ll have to work that hard for it, don’t you think?” it was an obvious rhetorical question, already imagining the familiar laying there, a crying and begging mess. the thought alone had her wanting to stop going so slow with it and just diving right in to the punishment. she was already trying to decide what she wanted to do next, though the decision was hard with all the many options she had. if only eve knew what lilith could do to her. “you don’t get a rise, you get annoyance. you just need to learn your place like a good little doggy.” it wasn’t hard for her to catch the small twitch of pain, and it made her smirk only twist wider, and then the sweet little whine that soon followed from the next slap made her let out a laugh. “now what was that, darling? was that.. a whine? did that hurt?” she taunted, her fingers now brushing gently over the red mark she had left on her cheek. “why would i care? well, i want to know if you’re going to enjoy just what i do to you,” as she spoke she took herself off the bed, walking over to one of her dressers and pulling open the drawer, peering inside. “now the question is, what do i want to use on your pretty skin?” her piercing gaze glanced over to the tied up girl on her bed before pulling out of the drawer and nice wooden paddle and a pretty, red pocketknife. “i think this should do, don’t you?” she set the items down on the bed before crawling back on it, reaching over to undo the other’s pants and tug them down before throwing them to the floor. she grabbed the knife and flipped it open, settling herself between her legs again, “does this scare you? make you want to apologize yet?” she leaned forward and moved the blade under the middle of her bra, easily cutting it open to expose her breasts.