Each little mouthful of sound Pearl is spilling drags like a physical touch along the inside of Rose. And the cute little dance Pearl’s putting on for her -- oh goodness --
It’s a bit uncomfortable for a moment, but Rose pinches together her elbows over Pearl’s waist and pulls her flush against her front. Warm and shivering. Good. Very good. All that’s needed is a little more syrupy helplessness to put a fine point on Rose’s appetite.
“If you move your hands,” she purrs, nursing the soft flesh of her neck, “or jump again,” the kiss hardens, nip of teeth and warm wave of tongue, “You’re getting tied to the bed and edged ‘til you’ve soaked the mattress through.”
Nevermind that that would involve another mess to be punished for. That’s part of the fun. The game is all about removing options for Pearl -- cornering her, more surely even than she’s cornered now -- thieving solid ground from beneath her piece by merciless piece until she can only beg and cling and cry with miserable pleasure at Rose’s feet.
Good.
The palm of her hand shapes to cup Pearl, and encounters enough slick that a fingerpad slips past the first folds with no resistance.
Rose tsks. “You can feel that, can’t you? Feel how wet you are?” Her fingers idle and toy along the swollen flesh -- feathering teases -- gentle despite her harsh tone. “Do you enjoy giving me a hard time?” And because it’s a trick question, and because trapping Pearl is as filling as a warm meal, Rose takes her earlobe between teeth like it’s her own sweet treat and adds a cruel garnish: “Tell me.”
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It’s a bit uncomfortable for a moment, but Rose pinches together her elbows over Pearl’s waist and pulls her flush against her front. Warm and shivering. Good. Very good. All that’s needed is a little more syrupy helplessness to put a fine point on Rose’s appetite.
“If you move your hands,” she purrs, nursing the soft flesh of her neck, “or jump again,” the kiss hardens, nip of teeth and warm wave of tongue, “You’re getting tied to the bed and edged ‘til you’ve soaked the mattress through.”
Nevermind that that would involve another mess to be punished for. That’s part of the fun. The game is all about removing options for Pearl -- cornering her, more surely even than she’s cornered now -- thieving solid ground from beneath her piece by merciless piece until she can only beg and cling and cry with miserable pleasure at Rose’s feet.
Good.
The palm of her hand shapes to cup Pearl, and encounters enough slick that a fingerpad slips past the first folds with no resistance.
Rose tsks. “You can feel that, can’t you? Feel how wet you are?” Her fingers idle and toy along the swollen flesh -- feathering teases -- gentle despite her harsh tone. “Do you enjoy giving me a hard time?” And because it’s a trick question, and because trapping Pearl is as filling as a warm meal, Rose takes her earlobe between teeth like it’s her own sweet treat and adds a cruel garnish: “Tell me.”