Page 100 of Kiss of Seduction

“I’m not allowed to come. Not until you… Not until you say.”

“Correct. I’m keen on manners, as you should know. To remind you, we’re going to have a little talk. And if at any point I think you’re not engaging as I’d like…” Natalya increased the influence of her touch, producing sharp sensitivity and sending a flurry of pleasure through Evie’s body. Evie gasped. “… I’ll make things a bit more intense. Make sure you’rereallypaying attention. Is that clear?”

Evie took a deep breath, holding it in a second before releasing it slowly as the power of Natalya’s touch waned.

“Yes, Mistress. It’s clear.”

Natalya circled her fingers a little tighter around Evie’s clit. Not harder. Not faster. Justtighter. Evie clutched the railing.

“I only caught a glimpse of your performance down below, but it was effective. That was quite the show you gave. It made meexcitedtoo.”

Evie’s face went red at the words. Natalya had noticed Evie was keen on pleasing her. She often begged to do it. Natalyaoften indulged her. How could she not when Evie’s mouth seemed like it was made for the purpose of giving her pleasure?

Natalya leaned in closer, still looking down at the crowd. “How does it make you feel? Knowing you’ve made me excited?”

“Good,” Evie managed.

“I want more than that.” Natalya flicked over her clit, once. “I want details.”

“It… It…” Evie’s voice stammered out, then drifted off entirely. Natalya sighed in mock disappointment.

“Oh, darling. Impertinence won’t do when you’re being punished like this.” She increased the intensity of her touch, all the while slowly circling Evie’s clit. Evie whined at the sensation. “Does it make you hot, darling? To know that I want you? Does it make your body ache, imagining what I might do to you?”

Evie nodded desperately. “Yes. It does. It really does.”

“I have to pull these answers out of you. Are you acting difficult on purpose?”

“No. It just—” She was cut off when Natalya flicked over her clit, making her whimper.

“You’re distracted, darling. Unfortunate. Because I have more questions for you.”

Natalya’s touch was startlingly effective, but Evie already knew that from experience. Except those other times, it had been overwhelmingly wonderful. Now it was just overwhelmingly torturous.

It was like the time in the dance studio when Evie had asked Natalya to be upset with her. Then it had been horribly delightful too, except her task then was to beg. A simple thing to do when Natalya could imbue such excellent pleasure in you that therewas little else you could do other thanbeg. This was worse. So much worse.

“You look beautiful when you dance.” Natalya leaned in close enough that she was almost speaking into Evie’s ear. Like she was telling her a secret. “You look gorgeous. At ease. Like you’re above the world. How does it feel to dance like that, darling?”

Evie couldn’t focus on answering. Each stroke over her clit sent sparking lightning of pleasure through her body, and it pulled all her focus. It made her breathing catch every time Natalya trailed over her most sensitive spot, sending surges of wild pleasure through her.

Her touch was so light. It shouldn’t have this effect. From any other creature, it wouldn’t have. Only Natalya could brush a featherlight finger over your skin and make you fall apart into a groaning mess from it.

Natalya flicked hard over her clit.

“I asked you a question. Answer me.”

Evie was panting now. But staying silent wasn’t an option. “Good. Dancing feels good.”

Natalya let out a low snarl, increasing the intensity further. Evie gasped loudly, and the exhale of air that followed came out like a ragged, surprised moan.

“Be specific,” Natalya said sternly. “I don’t want to hear the word ‘good’ leave your lips again.”

The questions were horrible. Not because they would be too difficult under normal circumstances but because they required focus to answer. Focus Evie didn’t have.

Asking her how she felt aboutanythingwas a task on its own. Other than the standard responses of ‘fine’ or ‘good,’ Evie didn’t have much of a reply arsenal for those kinds of questions. It meant she had to think. And thinking was cursedly difficult when Natalya was touching her like she was.

But she had to answer. If she didn’t, Natalya would make her touch more maddening, and then it would be all but impossible to follow the instructions of this punishment Natalya had designed for her.

“I love dancing,” Evie said finally. “It’s like the world doesn’t exist beyond me and the music.”