Offering Herself

Scarlett Storm stands ready, metal shackles cold around her own wrists, a ball gag cutting off her words. She planned this for Leva alone. The chain swings heavy between her knees when the door slams open. Natty Love steps in, face hard, eyes flicking across the scene. “Don’t move,” she says. “I came to clean you out.” Leva appears in the doorway right then, bikini strings damp from the pool, skin golden. Natty grabs her fast, spins her, winds rope tight around her wrists, her chest, pulling the knots until Leva’s elbows nearly touch. “Be good and nobody bleeds,” Natty warns. Leva’s breath comes quick, lips parted, as Natty tests each strand. The chain at Scarlett’s feet rattles when she shifts, ball gag slick between her teeth. Natty looks from one woman to the other, deciding what she wants next.