Taking Yes - Pt. 4

  

Chapter 4 Tags: NSFW, M/f, D/s dynamics, accidental pain, aftercare

Taking Yes - Pt. 4

“You don’t have to do this.” Will gave her a guilty smile as he placed her on the coffee table.  “It’s really sexy, but….”

The tiny woman narrowed her eyes. “Are you telling me to stop? Because if that’s what you want I’m going to need you to say it directly.”

“I....”

“Will.” Evalyn forced him to meet her eye. “Red, yellow, green?” 

“Green, but....”

“But?”

He sighed, looking away. “But you don’t have to.”

“So. Here’s how it’s going to go.” She walked to the very edge of the table, and pointed toward the floor. “Kneel.”

It was her Dom voice.  It came an octave higher than usual, leveled at a man fully three times her size. Yet not a single bit of doubt showed on her face, in the set of her body.  Her hand did not waver in the slightest as she pointed.

Will knelt.

“Closer,” she ordered.

Evalyn watched as his pupils grew larger, as his beautiful skin darkened in the most subtle blush. Will moved closer, until his knees pressed to the edge of the table.  Intellectually, she was aware that she must be two feet tall, at most.  But from where she stood, looking down at him, it was as if she hadn’t shrunk at all.

“Good boy.”  

Slowly, Evalyn began to unbutton his shirt. It was easy at her size, each button the size of a silver dollar, perfectly fitting her hands.  She went slow with him all the same.  Bending seductively to reach the lower buttons.  Then kneeling to reach the lowest of all.  Peeling back the garment, inch by inch, as she worked her way down his massive body. Running her hands over his strong chest. Staring up into his eyes. Enjoying his scale, his presence.  The scent of aftershave and anticipation.

She went slowest of all with the last button. The one just above his navel. After it was free she curled her fingers through his tummy hair, and gave him a sharp little tug.  Not exactly hard, but hard enough to make her point.  Then, pressing herself bodily to him, she used her strong thigh muscles to rise from her knees back to her feet.

Oh, he was definitely blushing now.

Eye to eye with him now, she gently massaged his temples, let his chin rest against the center of her chest. Making sure all his attention was for her. “You know, I’m actually taller than you like this. See?” It was true. She had nearly three inches on him. “Isn’t that nice?”

He nodded.

“Does it make it easier to do what I say, when you have to look up at me?”

“A little.” His reply was hardly more than a whisper. 

“Mm, a little huh?  Then, I need you to do something for me, Will honey.”

“Yes?” he trembled.

She grinned. “Make me smaller.”  

He hesitated, eyes darting to the side.

“Do it!” Evalyn snapped.

Will nodded emphatically, took a deep breath.

She let her expression soften just the slightest, as she felt herself begin to dwindle.  Still glaring at him, as she matched his height, began to sink beneath.  It wasn’t until she was looking up at him, the top of her head just beneath the level of his eyebrows, that she fully relented.  She gave him a soft pat on the cheek, their minor disagreement forgotten.  “Thank you, sweetie.”

Evalyn pointed, indicating that he should stand. She had guessed right.  After her last bout of shrinking, his belt was at the perfect height.  She ran her testing little hands over its rough surface.  Will folded his arms obediently behind his back, giving her space.  That was always the best thing about experienced partners. You didn’t have to order them to do every little thing.

It took a long time for her to work the edge of his belt past the loop, to unclasp it. It was heavy, and the tension made it a challenge at her size.  But Evalyn stayed within herself, never letting the effort show. Making her weakness into a strength, as the increasingly needy giant above her was forced to watch her take her sweet little time.  The button beneath was easier; his fly no trouble at all.

“Drop them,” she growled, slipping both her hands into the waistband of his boxers. 

She stood at the edge of the table as he stripped.  Evalyn watched his face as he worked, and continued to stare into his eyes long after he was fully unclothed.  Soon it was too much for him, and once again he looked away, blushing adorably.  Only then did she admire the rest of him. Appreciating his bare, hairy thighs.  The inward curl of his navel.  The beautiful curving shape of his phallus. The thickness, and girth.  The obvious weight of him.  She inhaled the scent of his excitement, committing it to memory.

“You know,” she drawled.  “I don’t believe I’ve ever had such a good, long look at a cock before.  I’ve clearly been missing out.  You’re really pretty down there, you know that, sweetie?” She touched him for the first time, gently resting her hand just beneath the crown of his penis, cupping him.  Watching his expression, she let her first two fingers stroke back and forth along the ridge. He yelped, but otherwise stood fast. A large vein that ran the length of his shaft darkened from reddish purple to midnight blue. She watched it pulse for a moment, fascinated, then traced the length of it with her palm. “And there’s so much more I can do for you, at this size.  Much easier to be, mm, precise.  Wouldn’t you agree?”

High above, he nodded.

As gently as she could, Evalyn kissed him. Wetting her lips against the tip, where her attentions had caused a large bubble of precum to form. It was a tribute, of course, and she accepted it graciously, without comment. The flavor was not quite as overwhelming salty as when someone came in her mouth. Nor was there quite as much of it.  Curious to explore the differences, she ran her fingernails lightly around the head, forcing him to make more for her. He complied, in the way a well-tuned musical instrument complies with a master of its art.

“Will honey,” she said innocently. “I’m probably too small for you to fuck me. Right?”

His face screwed up in thought. She let him ponder it for a bit, deciding to take it as a compliment that he believed her so capable despite being twenty inches tall.  Then she placed both hands at the base of his shaft, and with a little pressure made him stop thinking entirely.

“Well, let’s remove any doubt.  Shrink me.  Now.  Until I’m exactly eye to eye with your big friend here.”

She held him for comfort, as familiar waves of pleasure washed over her, and watched the gigantic man swell bigger, and bigger. Will’s cock, once level with the bottoms of her breasts, rose higher. Growing longer, and thicker, until it was clearly a challenge that no amount of stretching, exercise, or lube could ever overcome. Six inches in diameter, if not more. Too big for her even to wrap both hands around, without space between her fingertips.  She proved this to herself with investigative rigor, all up and down his shaft.  His luxurious skin warmed to her touch, and that pretty vein she noticed earlier began to pulse with frantic urgency.  He was so big that her mind could hardly rationalize him as human.  At this scale, he was like her own pet God. 

By the time she felt her shrinking stop, it was getting harder and harder to reach him.  Even on tip toe she could only stroke him with hands, and face, and shoulders.  Clearly this wouldn’t do—her pet deserved more proper attention.  She raised her voice to be certain he heard, yet spoke low enough that he must strain to listen.

“Alright, Will.  It’s time you showed me your bedroom.  Carry me.”

The giant hesitated a long time.  She could practically see his overworked mind trying to decide how to respectfully carry a mistress so diminutive.  In the end he wrapped one arm beneath his stomach, bent to offer it to her as a seat.  She climbed aboard, as regal as a queen upon a palanquin, and he used his other arm to secure her for their journey.

In the bedroom her pet stopped, bending at the waist until her feet dangled just above the crest of his pillow.  It was just like stepping off a ski lift.  Pushing off him, letting her momentum carry her along the downy curve beneath, slipping easily to the soft red sheets below, ending elegantly seated upon his bed.  Will climbed up to join her, already on his knees, hands again behind his back.  She motioned to him, and he crawled eagerly forward, until she was comfortably in the shadow of his cock.

She cupped him with one hand, stroking him idly.  An empress, contemplating an offer of something delicious.  “Lower.”

The bed shifted beneath her as he spread his thighs, bringing the object of her attentions down, until she could reach every bit of it, access him with her entire body.  She leaned back, coiling her thighs around him, using the muscles of her core to pull her entire body against him.  The texture, the taut muscularity, the overpowering manliness of him.  The way the trim hairs around his balls tickled against her inner thigh as she moved on him.  Evalyn moaned, losing herself in the mass of sensation, squeezing him harder, letting her lips and tongue and teeth explore….

“Yellow!”  Will cried, pulling back.  She fell back to the mattress, light dazzling her from her reverie. 

“Sorry,” she called.  “I got carried away.  What happened?”

“I don’t know.  I think maybe you bit me?”

“Oh.”  She looked down.  There, indeed, right at the crest of his phallus, were a few tiny little teeth marks.  “My mistake.  I tend to get a little bitey when I’m deep in dom-space.  Are you okay?  Do we need to stop?”

Will shook his head at once, the motion sending the whole bed to rocking beneath her.  God he was big.  “We didn’t cover you topping in negotiations.  And this scene is weird….”

“Yeah it is,” she agreed, smirking.  “I didn’t want to be big again, but you weren’t going to focus on your own pleasure unless I forced the issue.”

“It’s… yeah.”  The giant stroked his hand through his beard, clearly trying to cover his embarrassment.  “This is good.  Really good.”

“I promise I’ll be more gentle.”

He nodded gratefully.  “Physically, yes.  But you can still….”  He motioned vaguely. “You know.”

She grinned evilly.  “Wrap you around my little finger?”

High above, his expression grew timid.  “I wouldn’t phrase it like that.”

“Ready then?”

Her giant pet took a deep breath, closing his eyes.  Then gave her a thumbs up, with a fist as big as her torso.

“The first thing you’re going to do,” she said, slipping her Dom voice back on like a comfortable pair of shoes,  “Is lie down, and spread yourself out for me.  I want to inspect you properly, and it’s time you were literally beneath me.”

The bed rocked like a ship in a storm as he obeyed, her giant coming to rest his head on the pillow opposite her.  Evalyn stood slowly, expecting the footing on the bed to be chancy, but to her surprise she found the mattress perfectly firm.  Of course—at only a foot tall, she didn’t weigh enough to displace it.  That gave her an idea.

She walked toward him across the red carpet of the bedsheet, fixing him with a wicked smirk.  She could see each individual goosebump break out across his arm as she grabbed him, pulled herself against him, stepped down on his wrist so she could climb onto his chest.  Her feet sank into his skin more than she hoped, but not enough to threaten her balance.  It reminded her of walking on hard-packed snow.  She stood on the center of his chest, studying his face, arms crossed.  Then abruptly she turned, and strode off down his body.  Hips swaying.  Still in no hurry.

His length had fallen unto his stomach, slightly askew, head resting near his belly button.  She bent, taking him in both hands, testing his weight.  Stroking him back to full hardness, watching him bloom for her.  Then, careful to lift with her knees, she raised him until he was fully at attention again.

His moans and gasps rumbled through her feet as she massaged his giant cock, easily half the length of her body.  She let her pelvis glide against the corona, following the rim back and forth with the coarseness of her pubic hair, using her hands to grind herself against him.  Gripping him with her thighs, she bent at the waist so the tip pressed to her stomach, and her hair fell down upon his shaft.  Squeezing him bodily, encompassing him with the power of her arms and abs and legs.  Press, and release.  Press, and release.  Beneath her Will twitched and shuddered, the thudding of his heart pulsing through her body, a pure sign of life and passion and power.  The feeling of this giant of a man, utterly helpless to the whims of her touch.  Her giant plaything.

It was intoxicating.  She needed more.

She stood, still grasping him with both hands, and glared over her shoulder.  Skewering him with her eyes.  Before she could even issue the command she felt him obey, felt herself sinking lower, and her silky cry of exhalation rose in pitch as she dwindled against him.  His cock grew heavier, harder to support, as it rose past her midsection, as it pressed between her breasts.  She set her feet against his stomach, using all the strength in her body to hold him up.  Wrapping both her arms around his shaft, still massaging him as she grunted and strained with the effort to keep him aloft. 

She held him this way, until after she felt her shrinking come to an end.  Until she had proved she was more than a match for him.  Then with a growl of triumph she threw him, let the titanic cock that perfectly matched her in stature fall onto his stomach with a mighty thud.  Before he had even come fully to rest she was on top of him, riding him, pumping him with her thighs and stomach and face.  That deep blue vein was near, perfectly positioned, and she threw herself on it, let it flare and throb between her legs, felt it grow slick as she ground herself upon him. 

Evalyn glared up at him with feral satisfaction, saw she was shrinking again.  Already his length was nearly twice her size, still growing.  Hundreds of feet above, Will’s mouth was opened in a soundless ‘o’ of pleasure.  She grinned.  And squeezed him with all her might.

And then it was all she could do to hang on.  Like the earth itself tearing asunder he began to buck and kick beneath her, and she sank her hands into his supple skin, lay flat, held as tight as she could.  When she came an instant later, it was from the sheer power of what she’d done.  Could any God of old have claimed a greater feat, than to rip a helpless orgasm from this mountain of a man? 

She realized, as the first wave of afterglow hit, that she was biting him again.  Sinking her teeth hard into his pliant flesh, clenching her jaw with sheer animal want.  A predator, claiming her prize.  She made herself release him, embarrassed at her lack of control.  Yet it hadn’t seemed to bother Will at all.  Perhaps the best thing of all: at this size, she needn’t hold back a bit of her ferocity.

Evalyn looked up at him, still grinning savagely.  Across the vast acreage of his chest, his head lolled against the pillow.  His eyes were clenched shut, his enormous brows furrowed, his face set in a frown.  He looked scared, helpless.  Alone. 

Suddenly the want to hold him overcame everything else.

Then she was beside him.  Taking both his shoulders in her strong arms, lifting his body against her chest.  Letting her heat, and security surround him.  Holding him, smaller than her once again.  “You did really good,” she whispered.  “I know that was hard for you.”

She helped him get under the covers, then lay with him for a long while.  Wrapping her aching arms around him.  Letting him know she was present.  He shook for a while.  Then his breathing slowed.  One by one, his muscles began to unclench.  His forehead on her throat, she cradled him, rocking gently. 

“You know,” she said, after many minutes had passed.  “I happen to know there’s still most of a box of Oreos.  Can I bring you a few?”

Will blinked at her, disoriented.  Then he smiled.  “I’d like that.”

“Are you going to be okay alone for a minute?  I could probably carry you.  But that wouldn’t be quite as pleasant as when you did it.”

He laughed weakly.  “I’ll be okay.”

She kissed him on the cheek, and stood to leave.  Hesitated.  “Hey Will, I want to tell you something.  My name… isn’t really Evalyn.  It’s just what I go by in the scene.  In private, you can call me Julia.  If you want.”

Will smiled up at her through heavy-lidded eyes.  “It’s a beautiful name,” he said softly.  “I’m just Will.”

She realized, on the way to the kitchen, that this was the first time she’d navigated his house at normal size.  It was surreal, but pleasantly domestic.  In the kitchen, she figured three Oreos would be enough.  After a moment’s thought, Julia decided to just grab the box.  She was hungry, too.