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The smell of beef and mushrooms and pine scented floor cleaner was like a breath of fresh air in Evelyn's lungs as she staggered into the apartment’s entryway. She kicked her heels off, thankful to feel the cool floor beneath her feet after a long day, and tossed her blazer and briefcase into the chair next to the door. She was ready to forget her grueling work week, and the even worse one waiting for her on Monday. Right now, there was only one thing on her mind: her and Olivia’s anniversary. She’d struggled to pay attention to her paperwork all day, both upset that she hadn’t been able to take the day off, and too busy daydreaming about getting home. Evelyn crept quietly through the apartment in search of her girlfriend.
The kitchen was spotless, and the slow cooker on the counter was the obvious source of the smell. The sound of metal clinking and water running didn’t quite cover the humming behind it, though Evelyn couldn’t make out the tune as she snuck up behind Olivia, who was oblivious to her getting home as she washed dishes with earbuds in. Her long, curly blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail that bounced gently as she leaned in to scrub at something out of view. Evelyn wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, eliciting a startled gasp as Olivia jumped at her sudden touch. She wiped a hand on the front of her apron and reached up to remove the earbuds as Evelyn chuckled and nuzzled the back of her neck.
“Guess who’s home.”
Evelyn let her hands wander to explore Olivia’s hips and thighs through her dress as she planted kisses on her shoulder and waited for a response.
“You scared me... Sorry I missed you coming in. I wasn’t sure when you’d be home.”
“That’s fine, sweetie. I’m just happy to be here finally. You know what today is, right?”
Olivia turned the water off, and dried her hands better. She was silent as she squirmed beneath Evelyn’s wandering fingers. It was obvious she didn’t remember, though Evelyn didn’t mind, and was excited that it’d make what she had planned even more of a surprise.
“No…”
Evelyn stood on her tiptoes to whisper in her ear.
“It’s our anniversary.”
“I thought that was in a couple months?”
“That’s when we moved in together. Today was when we met.”
Olivia shifted on her feet as if she were suddenly uncomfortable. Evelyn grinned, knowing how she got whenever she reminded her of that night. They’d met at a lesbian bar three years ago. Evelyn had been in the middle of self medicating after losing her most recent case, and Olivia had been at a tacky bachelorette party her best friend was having. Straight girls crowding her favorite haunt had always pissed Olivia off, and she’d gotten a little aggressive in her drunken flirting, hoping to scare them off, or at least make them as uncomfortable as they were making her. Olivia was the easiest target. She was a decade younger than Evelyn, and had slipped into a shy, submissive mood the moment she'd focused on her, and soon enough, her asshole “friends” had pressured her into following Evelyn into one of the single stall restrooms at the back. Evelyn had worried she’d gone too hard on her. Despite saying she wasn’t into women, Olivia hadn’t fought back while Evelyn humped her face and came against her tongue, then left her crying with her number written on her arm.
“O-ohh… Right…”
“That was a fun night, huh?”
Olivia nodded dreamily and braced herself against the sink as Evelyn started untying her apron.
“I bet you didn't expect to end up here, huh?”
She shook her head, and pulled her ponytail over her shoulder so Evelyn could undo the top strings too. She hadn’t expected it either. When she’d woken up the next morning and it sank in what she’d done, Evelyn had felt terrible, and was half expecting the police to show up at her door. Instead, she’d gotten a text from Olivia a week later, angry that she’d warped her sexuality. They’d met up a couple weeks later for drinks, and after things ended similarly to their first encounter, they'd decided to give something more committed a go. Evelyn folded the apron in half, and laid it on the edge of the counter before taking Olivia’s hand and guiding her to the nearest chair at the dining room table.
“I’ve got something special planned for later, but I’ve had a rough week. Would you be a dear, and help me relax a little before dinner?”
Olivia looked down at her with big, grey eyes filled with conflicted feelings. She nodded as reached out trembling fingers towards the top button on Evelyn’s blouse.
“Hurry up. I’ve been at work all day, and my feet hurt.”
She nodded again, and worked faster on the buttons, blushing and looking away as Evelyn’s bra came into view. Evelyn rolled her eyes, and cupped one of Olivia’s cheeks, turning her head until their gazes met again. Her cheek was already warm as blood flushed it, and she whimpered as Evelyn gave her a firm slap, drawing more blood to surface as she recoiled.
“Forgetting something?”
“S-sorry… Yes, m-mistress…”
“That’s better. I didn’t spend all this time training you just so you could forget on our anniversary now, did I?”
“No, mistress.”
She grinned as Olivia resumed unbuttoning her shirt. Women hitting her always put her in the mood, and Evelyn could feel hot breath against her chest as she panted with arousal. She turned around as the last button came loose, and Olivia carefully removed her blouse and folded it before laying it on the table and unhooking her bra. Evelyn slid it off, and turned back to face her, pulling out her chair to wait as she did so. Olivia had assumed her place on her knees without needing to be told, and reached hesitantly for the button on Evelyn's slacks.
With an affirmative nod from Evelyn, she undid it, and pulled them down and over her feet, similarly folding them while Evelyn watched eagerly, left in only a pair of boyshorts. Olivia was almost a foot taller than her, and it made looking down at her on her knees that much more arousing. She took a seat on the edge of the chair, and smiled at the top of Olivia’s head as she shyly hid her face. Sometimes it was hard for Evelyn to tell if Olivia was still legitimately uncomfortable, or if it was an act she was putting on because she enjoyed the dynamic.
“I'm waiting.”
Olivia shook her head, and looked up at her with puppy-dog eyes.
“Please, mistress… Don't make me…”
She raised an eyebrow and cracked her knuckles, and though Olivia flinched at the sound, there was a glint of longing in her eyes that was asking for it.
“I shouldn't have to make you. You remember our arrangement, don't you?”
Olivia nodded, her eyes lingering on Evelyn's left hand as it came to rest on her knee.
“Good. I seem to remember my side of it was I'd support you, and spoil you when you earned it. I think I've kept to that, haven't I?”
She nodded again, and looked down at the floor between them.
“Good. Remind me what your half was.”
Olivia’s voice trembled.
“I'd be your housewife…”
“And?”
“I’d take care of the housework, so you could focus on your job...”
“And?”
“...And I'd take care of all your sexual needs…”
Evelyn leaned forward and gripped Olivia by her ponytail, and forced her to look back up at her again.
“Then what's the issue?”
Olivia's face was practically glowing, though it was hard to discern how much of it was arousal and how much was fear of what was coming. Her plump, red-painted lips mumbled out barely audible words.
“I don't like eating pussy…”
She moaned as Evelyn caught her off-guard with a slap to her other cheek.
“Why not?”
“I don't like women, mistress.”
Olivia shuddered as Evelyn’s palm connected with her cheek again before she taunted her.
“Why would that matter?”
She shook her head in response, too breathless to respond. Evelyn slapped her again, harder, and gripped her hair tighter, pulling it.
“If you don't like women, why are you here?”
She already knew the answer, but making Olivia say it out loud was basically a routine part of their foreplay by now.
“I like… I like when…”
Evelyn chuckled and waited patiently while she tried to gasp out her words between laboured breaths.
“When you… abuse me… mistress…”
“And that's why you're all mine, sweetheart.”
Olivia flinched as Evelyn lifted her free hand again, and let out a startled yelp as it came to rest tenderly on her burning cheek. Evelyn leaned forward and locked lips with her. She loved how Olivia kissed her. She was reluctant, and unenthusiastic, but leaned into it like she'd die without the taste of her tongue. Her lipstick was smeared when Evelyn released her, and there were tears running down her cheeks.
“Finish undressing me.”
Evelyn let go of Olivia’s hair, and leaned back to watch as she stared at the growing wet spot on her underwear and slipped her fingers under their waistband. She pulled them down slowly as Evelyn lifted her hips to free them. Evelyn let her shoulder length black hair down from the bun she'd set it in at work, and shook it out gently while Olivia stared up at her with a familiar conflicted look in her eyes and waited. Her cleavage peaked over the top of the modest green dress she was wearing, and heaved as she took deep, aroused breaths. She was the most beautiful woman Evelyn had ever met, and sometimes it felt unreal knowing Olivia belonged to her.
“What are you waiting for?”
Her eyes drifted up to meet Evelyn’s, and silently pleaded not to make her do it. She leaned forward slowly as she spoke.
“Sorry, mistress. I'm trying…”
Evelyn laid a hand on top of her head, and forced her down, shoving her face into her cunt and reveling in how she struggled as she grinded against her lips and nose.
“That’s fine. It's funner this way, anyway. Look up at me.”
She pressed Olivia's lips against her clit as her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at her. There were tears welling in them, but Evelyn could tell she was desperately horny, despite her resistance.
“You look so pretty like this.”
Olivia softly moaned into her pussy at her teasing. She wiggled her hips, rubbing herself back and forth against Olivia's lips and soaking her face as she kept them clamped shut.
“Stop wasting my time and open up. I'm hungry.”
Evelyn shuddered as she felt Olivia’s lips apart, and her tongue delicately explored her folds. She cursed under her breath, and humped at Olivia's tongue, eager to cum with her mouth while she cried.
“Fuck, that's good. For someone who hates pussy, you were a fast learner.”
Olivia closed her eyes, and moaned between sobs as she sucked at Evelyn's clit and twirled her tongue around it. Evelyn reached for her phone with her free hand and flipped through the saved videos, in search of a specific one she liked.
“I was thinking of inviting my friends over for dinner and board games on Sunday.”
Olivia whimpered and looked up at her again, fearfully, but didn't stop. Evelyn found the video, and flipped it around for Olivia to see.
“Lydia was especially impressed with you. I don't think I’ve shown you this one yet.”
The video was shot in the POV of someone sitting on their living room couch. Olivia’s face was buried in her bush as she sloppily ate her out. Her hair was disheveled, mascara ran down her cheeks, and the words “USE ME” were smeared across her forehead. Olivia was shaking and moaning, and the woman holding the phone was praising her for being such a good whore.
“I know plenty of lesbians who'd kill to be able to cum just from eating pussy, and here you are, like some kind of masochist savant.”
Olivia seemed enraptured by the video, and watched it wide eyed while Evelyn teased her.
“Do you like when I let all my friends use your mouth too?”
She shook her head, but didn't look away from the phone screen as the video restarted.
“You could have fooled me.”
She chuckled, and sat the phone aside, and held Olivia's head with both hands.
“Make me cum, and maybe I'll let you get off too, since it's a special occasion.”
Olivia moaned at the thought, and sucked and licked eagerly at Evelyn’s flesh as she guided her head. Her lipstick faded entirely into a red smear on her lips and chin and Evelyn’s pussy as she made out with her cunt, practically begging Evelyn with her eyes to cum in her mouth, despite her sobbing and pulling back against her grip.
“Oh… fuck… keep that up…”
Evelyn rocked her hips against Olivia's face, barely able to hold back as she approached her climax. She closed her eyes, laid her head back, and moaned out her words.
“I'm so glad… I raped you in… that bathroom…”
The vibrations of another low moan from Olivia pushed her over the edge, and she hoped the neighbors couldn't hear the sounds she was making as she orgasmed, clutching Olivia's head and feebly humping her tongue as she sloppily lapped at her throbbing clit. She slumped in the chair, and Olivia pulled back and gasped for breath as she released her, then kneeled silently and wiped her eyes while she caught her breath and waited for Evelyn to compose herself. She was still trembling and panting when she managed to sit up again after a couple of minutes, and gave Olivia a big smile as she breathily praised her.
“You're such a good girl, Olivia... I wanted to wait for that surprise I mentioned, but I just can't.”
Olivia covered her face shyly, and Evelyn dug through the pockets of her pants, before retrieving a small box from it. She leaned forward and kissed her forehead, and then lifted her chin until she uncovered her face, and planted a soft kiss on Olivia’s soaked lips, enjoying her own taste. Olivia’s eyes fell to the box as Evelyn held it out to her, and she took it and shakily opened it. Her eyes went wide, and she looked back up, surprised.
“We've been together for a while now. I figured it was time to make it official. Ask me to be your wife.”
Olivia's hands quivered as she pulled the engagement ring from the box, and inspected it. After a few seconds, she seemed satisfied, and new tears ran down her cheeks as she held a hand out for Evelyn's.
“Evelyn… Will you marry me?”
Evelyn held her hand out, and Olivia slowly slipped the ring onto her finger as they both watched intently.
“I will.”
She kissed Olivia's forehead again, then whispered into her ear.
“Now you can actually be my housewife. I'm never going to let a man touch you again.”
Evelyn sat up and smiled down at Olivia. She looked spacey, and squirmed as she shifted on her knees. Evelyn stroked her cheeks gently with both hands, and wiped tears from her eyes with her thumbs as she cradled her face.
“Now, back to business. Beg me to let you cum.”
Olivia nodded, and swallowed thoughtfully before her lips parted, and soft words spilled out. She barely seemed aware of her surroundings as she trembled in Evelyn's hands.
“Please, mistress. Let me cum… It's been so long…”
Evelyn had forgotten it had been at least a couple of weeks. She'd forbidden Olivia from ever touching herself, and only let her orgasm when she was feeling generous. Evelyn liked how she was always eager when it might mean earning relief. It was obvious to her it wouldn't take much more for Olivia, but she still wanted to tease her.
“I'll tell you what. Since it's our anniversary, you can cum, but I'm not going to touch your pussy this time.”
Olivia pouted and whimpered, but nodded obediently.
“If you don't finish, you'll have to wait until our move-in anniversary, okay?”
Olivia looked like she was going to start sobbing again, but nodded.
“Good girl.”
Evelyn gave her a firm slap in her cheek, earning a startled yelp. She slapped her harder, and enjoyed how Olivia trembled at her touch.
“You'll have to call your parents tomorrow and tell them we're engaged.”
She struck Olivia again, on the other cheek, and drank in the complicated emotions swirling in her expression.
“They were so supportive when they found out their good, Christian daughter suddenly had a girlfriend. I'm sure they'll be thrilled, unlike mine.”
Olivia opened her mouth to respond, but Evelyn slapped her so hard that it sent her reeling. She clutched at her cheek and panted, her body shaking with arousal. Evelyn grabbed her ponytail, and hauled back up to her knees, leaving her whimpering as she pulled on it to keep her posture straight.
“Maybe I'll get you pregnant after the wedding. You could be a stay at home mother, and raise kids with my last name.”
Olivia nodded feebly and took a deep breath, bracing herself to get hit again as Evelyn lifted her hand.
“Do you want to be a good wife and give me a family?”
“Yes… mistress… I'll get… pregnant… if you want…”
She slapped Olivia harder than she'd meant to, and tried not to panic as she tried to catch her when she went limp. Evelyn quickly realized she hadn't knocked Olivia out as she quivered and gasped, slumped forward into her lap. She stroked Olivia’s hair while she clung to her and tried to steady herself as weeks of pent up sexual frustration wracked her body in a painfully intense orgasm.
“Wow, I'm impressed. You haven't finished from just slapping in a while.”
Olivia moaned as she finally managed to draw a breath into her lungs, and nuzzled Evelyn's thighs.
“Was it the pregnancy talk?”
She eagerly nodded, still lacking enough control over her own body to get words out. Evelyn rubbed her sore cheek tenderly, and cooed.
“You're so cute. I wasn't joking, either. I've always wanted kids.”
Olivia nodded again.
“Me… too…”
Evelyn giggled at Olivia, and cradled her head in her lap until she'd regained her senses, and the haze of her arousal had passed. She reached back into her pants pocket and retrieved another ring box with a matching engagement ring in it. Olivia had folded her arms across Evelyn's knees, and looked up as she rested her chin on them. She looked like she wanted to say something, but waited for Evelyn to speak first.
“Olivia... I know what we have is… different… but I did mean it. Will you be mine?”
She held the ring out, and Olivia’s eyes darted between it and the one Evelyn was already wearing. They had never discussed taking this kind of step in their relationship, and Evelyn was worried she had pushed their boundaries too far. It felt like Olivia took ages to answer, but she reassured herself that it was probably actually only a minute or two. Olivia sat up on her knees, and held out her left hand. Evelyn smiled as she slipped the ring onto her finger.
“Forever, mistress.”
Evelyn stood and helped her to her feet, then hugged her tightly, nuzzling into Olivia's chest and enjoying the pounding of her heart as she hugged her back and stroked her hair. The held each other for a long while, until Evelyn's tired legs started trembling, and Olivia broke the silence.
“Why don't you go dressed, and I'll make you a plate?”
Evelyn inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of Olivia’s sweat and the lingering scent of her day that clung to her skin, and nodded as she let it out.
“Sounds good… and, umm… thank you…”
Olivia looked down at her, confused, and still red faced from Evelyn hitting her.
“What for?”
“For being in my life.”
“I'm happy to be, honey.”
She smiled, embarrassed that it was her turn to blush. They broke their embrace, and Evelyn gathered her clothes while Olivia wiped her face clean.
“I left your favorite pajamas on the foot of the bed. Did you want to eat at the table, or in the living room?”
Evelyn loved how thoughtful she was.
“Thanks. I'm pretty exhausted, so living room?”
“Sounds good. We could figure out how we're going to tell our families?”
“I’d like that.”
They were both grinning ear to ear as Evelyn headed to their shared bedroom to put on her pajamas, eager to return and have dinner with her fiancée and discuss the start of their future together.