Sia

Cowgirl wrapped the ropes tight, testing how much control she could take. Sia had never done this before, and it showed in the way her body held still, uncertain. But she didn’t say stop. Instead, she let Cowgirl’s hands guide her—slow, careful touches moving over skin that hadn’t been touched like this before. The gag kept her quiet, black strap cutting across her lips, black hair falling over her eyes. Cowgirl worked the knots like she’d done it a hundred times, each pull snug, each touch softer than the last. Sia’s breathing changed, not fear exactly, but something hotter. She wasn’t into bondage, not really. Still, her wrists stayed bound. Her mouth stayed filled. And when Cowgirl’s fingers brushed lower, Sia leaned into it instead of pulling away.