Sara Faye, Elyse and Claire Adams

Claire Adams stands over Sara Faye like she owns the air between them. Sara’s wrists are tied above her, bare skin pulled tight, blonde hair sticking to her sweat. Elyse is already waiting, brunette hair falling over her shoulder, body bound and marked from what’s already been done to her. The first slap lands hard across Sara’s ass. She jerks in the ropes. Another. Then another. Claire doesn’t speak, just swings again, wrist snapping each time. Elyse watches from where she kneels, chest rising fast, eyes fixed on the way Sara’s skin goes red. Sara moans through it, hips twisting, but the rope holds. Claire steps in close, fingers digging into the fresh marks, testing how much heat she’s put into the flesh. Elyse’s breath catches. She knows what comes next. Claire never stops until both girls are shaking and marked the same way.