Favorite Daughter

Kody and Rachel seethe. London always gets the good stuff while they’re stuck with the leftovers. Kody rips open the latest package, expecting silk or perfume, and finds restraints instead. Handcuffs, coils of rope, leather harnesses that swallow the head, fat ball gags, and more hardware that clicks and clinks in her hand. She slams the box on London’s bed and demands answers. London smirks, something wicked glinting in her eye, then suddenly she’s the one giving orders. The sisters can’t help themselves. They clamp cuffs around London’s wrists, cinch rope around her waist, buckle the head harness tight and push a rubber ball between her teeth until her jaw spreads. They think they’ve caught the favorite daughter in some sick little secret, but the second the last strap is pulled snug London begins to move with practiced calm. She drops to her knees, turns, and shows the girls exactly where each new loop and knot belongs. Cuffs lock behind Rachel’s back. Rope bites into Kody’s arms. London’s own bonds slide off her like water, and she’s the one tightening the last knot, whispering how very wrong her jealous little sisters have been.