Staycation

Peyton catches Emma off guard, says they’re going to play, and means it. She locks her girlfriend’s wrists to the headboard with cold cuffs. No protest. Peyton shoves a hard rubber bit between Emma’s teeth and fastens it at the nape of her neck, leather straps pulling tight. Emma’s eyes flicker with heat. The crop comes next. Emma shakes her head hard, jaw working against the bit, so Peyton sets the rod aside. Her fingers busy themselves at rope instead, and soon Peyton’s the one spread and helpless on the mattress. Emma grabs the wand, clicks it on, and presses the buzzing head straight to Peyton’s clit. Peyton bucks. The wand stays exactly where it is. Then the bedroom door clicks open. Rosie Satin and Blake step inside, already half-undressed. No one says a word. Rosie slides onto the bed, runs her fingers across Peyton’s cuffed wrists, while Blake kneels low and takes the wand from Emma’s hand without asking. The toy’s hum jumps in volume. Peyton’s hips twist. Emma watches, still gagged, eyes gleaming.