Sisters Wedding

Stella shoves the red ball between Rosie’s teeth and buckles the strap tight behind her head. Rope bites into soft skin as Stella loops it around Rosie’s wrists, then her ankles, leaving her trussed and swaying on the bed. A quick yank lifts Rosie’s top, exposing a plain black bra that barely contains her breasts. Stella grins, fingers dancing across ribs and underarms, each tickle wringing muffled squeals from behind the gag. When the laughter turns ragged, the flogger snaps down—sharp leather kisses on pale skin, bright lines blooming across Rosie’s belly. Stella’s breath catches. She pauses, stares at the helpless girl, and mutters to the camera that she’s keeping her for herself tonight.