Her little jump nearly jostles Rose back from the shower door, and her reward is a sharp swat: underhanded, and stinging-swift, right on the curve of Pearl’s taut little ass. The harsh sound echoes thin and pink in the confines of the shower, and darling warmth nestles neatly in Rose’s palm: in the bowl of her hips.
Oh, it’s lovely. That’s lovely. And not nearly enough. Rose rears back again with her hand -- careful with the showerhead -- and marvels at her own rolling urge to just drop all pretense and stuff her fingers into Pearl now. Fuck her up against the tile, here: have her coming and crying thick nonsense in under a minute.
But Rose is patient. And disciplined, and creative. And none of those things are quite as fun as being vengeful.
“No!” Swat. “Moving!” Swat. Stinging heat glows from the skin she’s popped thrice, now -- the same tiny, localized spot, just the way it bites worst -- and Rose rakes her teeth over the pale curve of shoulder before her. Leaves a hard, reddening kiss. “You’ve lost your talking privileges, now! The ‘tell me’ rule is in effect until you can learn some self-control.”
Rose never quite growls, but her voice is all menace: liquid-black and hot and sinking. Her hand strokes over the flesh: firm from dance and nervous pacing, but still soft enough to massage. The drizzle of water returns, lower, letting the threat of pleasure thrum only against Pearl’s lower thighs. “Tell me, do you understand?”
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Oh, it’s lovely. That’s lovely. And not nearly enough. Rose rears back again with her hand -- careful with the showerhead -- and marvels at her own rolling urge to just drop all pretense and stuff her fingers into Pearl now. Fuck her up against the tile, here: have her coming and crying thick nonsense in under a minute.
But Rose is patient. And disciplined, and creative. And none of those things are quite as fun as being vengeful.
“No!” Swat. “Moving!” Swat. Stinging heat glows from the skin she’s popped thrice, now -- the same tiny, localized spot, just the way it bites worst -- and Rose rakes her teeth over the pale curve of shoulder before her. Leaves a hard, reddening kiss. “You’ve lost your talking privileges, now! The ‘tell me’ rule is in effect until you can learn some self-control.”
Rose never quite growls, but her voice is all menace: liquid-black and hot and sinking. Her hand strokes over the flesh: firm from dance and nervous pacing, but still soft enough to massage. The drizzle of water returns, lower, letting the threat of pleasure thrum only against Pearl’s lower thighs. “Tell me, do you understand?”