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Holding Shauna’s hand as she led her through the house, Jackie moved with that same breezy confidence she always had, her steps fast and light with excitement. Shauna trailed behind her, stumbling just a little as she tried to keep up, her fingers tightening slightly in Jackie’s grasp. They hadn’t even bothered to take off their shoes, both still dressed from the trip to the mall they’d taken with the rest of the team, or at least a solid handful of them. The front door had barely closed behind them before Jackie was tugging her toward the bedroom.

She didn’t hesitate. Jackie dragged Shauna right up to the bed and threw her down onto the duvet with a strength that startled her, though not entirely. It was familiar in its boldness, in its dominance. Shauna barely had time to react before Jackie was on top of her, straddling her waist, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side. Her hands slid deliberately over Shauna’s chest, slow and certain, her palms warm through the fabric as she mapped the terrain of her body like she had every right to.

Jackie only grinned at the surprise on Shauna’s face, her touch never faltering, never rushing. There was a rhythm to it. Teasing, sure of itself, and just a little possessive.

“Oh, don’t look so surprised, Shipman,” she said, her voice light but edged with something pointed. Her eyes danced over Shauna’s expression, clearly entertained by the flicker of nerves and curiosity beneath it. “You think I didn’t see you checking Lottie out? Huh?”

The grin stayed, sharp and steady, while her hazel eyes gleamed with mischief. Her hands continued to roam, a little slower now, like she was savouring each reaction. When they reached Shauna’s throat, Jackie let them settle there, her fingers curving gently around the sides, grip just firm enough to be felt.

Shauna didn’t flinch. If anything, she softened. Her shoulders relaxed a little, a quiet breath leaving her lips as her hands lifted to rest on Jackie’s hips, like her body knew exactly what to do before her mind could catch up. Her fingers curled against the waistband of Jackie’s skirt, almost eager.

Jackie leaned in closer, her voice dropping into something low and deliberate, warm with satisfaction. “You like that?”

Shauna managed a little grin, genuine and almost knowing, sidestepping Jackie’s question with a flicker of defiance and the heavy weight of arousal pooling in her stomach. “She’s a little tease. Plus, you were looking too.”

Jackie’s grip around her throat loosened slightly, but the smug grin on her face only widened. She shifted her weight lower, settling across Shauna’s stomach like she had every right to claim the space. With an exaggerated shrug, she slid her hands back down to Shauna’s sides, her touch light, almost dismissive, like that somehow got her off the hook.

“So?” she replied with a giggle, unbothered and amused. “She looked sexy in that little skirt. The ass on that one…” She let out a low, appreciative whistle, which made Shauna laugh out loud, the tension between them breaking just enough to soften.

Shauna nodded, her fingers still resting on Jackie’s hips, tracing slow circles over the denim. “You can’t be mad at me for something we both did, dumbass.”

Jackie scoffed, then playfully smacked the nearest part of Shauna’s arm she could reach. It was more affection than retaliation, the contact light, the rhythm of it familiar. Her grin didn’t fade, but the weight of Shauna’s teasing words lingered in the space between them, not heavy, just comfortably honest.

“Watch it, Shipman,” Jackie warned, though her tone held no real bite. It was the kind of threat wrapped in affection, the kind that made Shauna’s stomach flip for a whole different reason.

Outside, Lottie was still parked in the driveway, the engine of her car humming softly as she sat slouched in the driver’s seat, scrolling through her phone. The sunlight glared across the screen, but it didn’t stop her from falling into the endless loop of doomscrolling she always regretted. She had a habit of getting stuck like this, zoning out, burning time, draining her battery before she ever actually needed it.

Sure enough, a low battery notification popped up, cutting off a video mid-play. “Jesus Christ,” she muttered, letting the phone fall into her lap with a dull thud. Her hand reached blindly across the passenger seat where her purse had been tossed earlier, rummaging for the charger that wasn’t there.

She sighed, frustrated, digging deeper. Then paused.

And then she remembered. The food court. Jackie slouched over in a dramatic groan, complaining about her dying phone, asking if anyone had a charger. Lottie had lent her own without thinking twice, watching Jackie crouch down by a wall outlet like a teenager at summer camp. The image flickered in her mind, Jackie’s long limbs and exaggerated pout, and Lottie sighed again, heavier this time.

She cut the engine, grabbed her keys, and stepped out into the bright afternoon sun. Her footsteps were unhurried as she made her way to the porch. For a second, she considered knocking. But she didn’t. Everyone on the team came and went from the house like it belonged to all of them.

Inside the foyer, she scanned the space. No shoes. No sound coming from the living room or kitchen either. That wasn’t unusual, but it told her enough about where Jackie and Shauna were.

She slipped off her flats with a soft shuffle, placing them neatly by the door. Then she started up the stairs, the creak of the wooden steps the only sound breaking the quiet.

Jackie’s bedroom door was slightly open, so Lottie didn’t think twice before offering a small knock and letting herself in, not expecting to see anything she wasn’t meant to. The door being ajar felt like permission.

“Hey, Jack,” she muttered, her eyes fixed on her dead phone. “I think you took my charger when we left the… mall.” Her voice trailed off as she looked up, and then froze.

Jackie was mounted on Shauna, their lips hungrily tied to each other’s, a tangled, heated mess on the bed. Lottie’s body locked in place, her mouth slightly open, arms stiff at her sides.

Jackie’s head snapped toward the door, and Shauna’s gaze followed a second later, her expression dazed and flushed. Jackie was quick to move, hopping off of Shauna’s hips in one smooth motion, her actions unreadable for a moment.

“Shit, sorry,” Lottie sputtered, eyes darting to the floor as she stumbled back a step. Her hand reached blindly for the doorknob behind her, planning to pull it shut as she fled. “I’ll just, I’ll go.”

But Jackie was faster. Her arm looped firmly around Lottie’s waist before she could get away, pulling her further into the room like it was nothing at all.

“Come on, Lot,” she cooed, almost amused. “Don’t act shy now.”

She pressed the door shut behind Lottie, her presence suddenly towering, blocking off any escape. Jackie stepped in front of her, moving with that same casual boldness, and cupped Lottie’s cheek in one hand. Her touch was soft, but purposeful, trailing down the side of her face and along her neck until it hovered at the first button of her neat little shirt.

Jackie didn’t look up. Her fingers played with the fabric, delicate at first, but full of quiet intent.

“It’s sweet, you know,” she murmured, popping the top button open with ease. “You weren’t this shy when you kept bending over to show off your ass.”

Lottie shivered, the air in the room suddenly feeling colder, or maybe it was the breeze from Jackie’s cracked window brushing against her bare sternum. Jackie continued without pause, undoing another button. Her touch grazed down to the next.

“If you wanted to be played with, all you had to do was ask.”

Her voice was barely a whisper now, close enough to be felt. Lottie’s face flushed, her chest rising with uneven breaths as Jackie worked her way down her shirt. The cool air kissed her exposed sternum, and still, she didn’t stop her. She just stood there, paralyzed in the quiet tension, letting it happen.

Lottie’s head gave the faintest shake. Her mouth opened, the start of a protest caught in her throat. “No, I… I don’t-”

Jackie paused. Her hands were the only thing holding the shirt closed, fingers resting lightly over the last undone button. For the first time, she looked up and met Lottie’s eyes.

She didn’t say anything, just waited. Lottie couldn’t answer. She didn’t move, didn’t resist.

“That’s what I thought,” Jackie murmured, the approval soft but certain. She tugged the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor without looking back.

Then she took Lottie’s hand, a little more firmly this time, and guided her to the bed. Jackie sat down on the edge and pulled the taller girl over her lap without hesitation. The motion was practiced, like it had been in her mind long before the moment arrived.

Lottie let out a startled breath, her body draped awkwardly across Jackie’s thighs, legs hanging off one side of her lap. Jackie flipped up the hem of her little skirt, exposing the dark nylon of her pantyhose beneath, stretched tight across her ass.

Her hand moved in slow, teasing circles over Lottie’s ass, her touch deliberate and just a little too soft. A quiet hum of disapproval slipped from her lips.

Shauna shifted across the bed, propped up on one elbow now, watching with curious eyes from the other side. Her gaze settled on Lottie’s face, then drifted down, following the shape of her body folded over Jackie’s lap.

Lottie squirmed, trying to push herself upright again. Her voice was a breathy mumble, uncertain and faltering. “I should… I should probably go. I didn’t mean… this was a mistake-”

The words barely left her lips before Jackie’s palm landed in a hard, sudden smack across her ass. The sound cracked sharply through the room. Lottie yelped, a startled gasp tumbling from her mouth as her body collapsed back down into Jackie’s grip.

Her face burned, breath catching in her throat. She didn’t try to move again.

Shauna shifted from her spot behind Jackie, her body moving slowly across the duvet as she scooted closer. She didn’t say anything at first, just settled herself beside Jackie, her legs sliding over Lottie’s. She angled herself carefully, so that Lottie’s thighs dipped beneath the underside of her knees, pinning her in place with a weight that was subtle but unyielding.

“You’re already here, baby,” Jackie hummed, her voice softened now, the earlier sharpness in her tone entirely gone. Whatever edge had been there before was replaced by something almost affectionate. “Might as well take your punishment and get it over with.”

Lottie began to squirm, her body shifting with quiet desperation. Jackie’s elbow pressed more firmly into the top of her back, anchoring her, while Shauna’s legs braced down against hers, keeping her from kicking or twisting free. Her breath was coming quicker now, shallow and warm against Jackie’s thigh where her cheek had ended up.

Lottie let out a small sound of confusion, shifting against Jackie’s lap.“Punishment… for what?” The word came out strangled, small and confused, like it tasted wrong in her mouth. It barely sounded like something she’d meant to say at all.

Jackie’s head dipped lower, her lips close to Lottie’s ear. She didn’t touch her, but her presence was unmistakable, warm and close and impossible to ignore.

“For being a dirty little tease,” she said, voice syrupy with mock-sweetness. Lottie said nothing, and Jackie pulled away, satisfied enough by the silence.

The ache in Lottie’s neck caught up with her, and she finally dropped her head, letting it fall limp against Jackie’s thigh. Her breath was hot against the denim, her face flushed with frustration more than anything else. This was stupid. So what if she wore a short skirt? If they were gawking, that was on them.

“I’m not a tease,” she muttered into Jackie’s leg, her voice low and sulky. The defiance in her tone hadn’t gone unnoticed. Jackie’s hand came down hard again, the sharp crack of the slap ringing out. Lottie let out a cry, jerking in response, only to remember her legs were still trapped. She tried to kick instinctively, but Shauna didn’t budge.

“What was that?” Jackie growled, teeth slightly clenched as her voice broke into something hoarse and garbled.

“Nothin’,” Lottie snapped, breath ragged. And then, suddenly, she exploded. Her legs bucked hard against Shauna, and for a second, the resistance gave. Lottie kicked herself free with a force none of them expected, sending Shauna lurching sideways on the bed like she’d just been electrocuted. It wasn’t graceful, but it was enough. Lottie pushed up on her palms, scrambling for leverage like a girl chasing a miracle.

For a second, it looked like she might actually get away. But Jackie’s elbow was still there, braced against her back, pushing down with just enough strength to knock the wind out of her momentum.

“Nope,” Jackie grunted, voice low and steady. The smile was evident in the way her voice sounded out above her.

Shauna recovered fast, her jaw set now. She didn’t hesitate when she threw her legs back over Lottie’s, locking her down again, this time with none of the gentleness from before. Her weight pressed down with clear intent, enough to let Lottie know she wasn’t playing anymore.

Jackie, clearly matching that energy, raised her hand and didn’t hold back. The next slap landed hard, and then another, and another, her palm striking Lottie’s ass and the backs of her thighs with sharp, punishing precision.

Lottie writhed, her body twisting against their grip, but it only seemed to encourage Jackie’s rhythm. The smacks came relentlessly, her cheeks already beginning to throb beneath the sting.

She let out a cry, then another, her voice breaking in little shudders that she couldn’t fully swallow down. The tears stung at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill, and she squeezed them shut, determined not to let either of them see how much it was getting to her.

Still, the burn in her skin, the ache in her legs, the heat spreading across her face, it all piled up fast. Her body trembled beneath the weight of both girls as she fought to hold onto the last bits of composure she had left.

Finally, after what had seemed like hours, Jackie’s pace slowed. Her palm lingered against Lottie’s bruising skin, now warm and flushed from the repeated impact. She rubbed over the forming marks, not quite gentle, but no longer punishing. Her elbow relaxed against Lottie’s back, the tension easing as she leaned in, brushing tear-soaked strands of hair from the girl’s face with her free hand.

“Are you ready to be a good girl for me?”

She didn’t miss the frantic nod that followed, or the way Lottie pushed her ass up just slightly, instinctively trying to dim the burn that still radiated across her skin. Jackie cooed at her softly, pleased with the broken, needy mess beneath her. She rubbed her palm in featherlight motions over Lottie’s red, torn skin, soothing the sting. “Shh.”

She offered a light pat to Lottie’s lower back. “Alright.” Shauna shifted, moving her legs aside so Lottie could rise. The girl stood on shaky legs, her upper body still bare, breath hitching as fresh tears continued to trail down her red cheeks. Jackie’s eyes were steady, focused.

“On your knees.” The order came softly, but there was no mistaking the command in it. Lottie didn’t hesitate this time. Her knees hit the carpet almost too fast, body folding down as if something in her had given out entirely. Despite the voice in her head still screaming for control, for pride, she obeyed. And Jackie rewarded her.

Fingers under her chin, Jackie lifted her face, inspecting the small, trembling pout she’d carved into her. She hummed with approval, her thumb stroking once across Lottie’s bottom lip. The girl sagged slightly, her chin resting obediently in Jackie’s hand.

“You just sit there and look pretty.”

Satisfied, Jackie let her go and turned, climbing back onto the bed with a practiced fluidity. She reached for Shauna, pulling the other girl into her as she laid down, their legs tangling together easily. Shauna straddled her hips, settling her weight, but it was obvious Jackie was still in charge.

From the floor, Lottie stared, still on her knees, still stripped down and flushed, her breathing shallow. She couldn’t look away.

Jackie and Shauna’s mouths met hard. There was nothing delicate about it, their lips moved together like they’d done it a thousand times, open-mouthed and desperate, sucking breath from each other between soft, breathy moans. It deepened quickly, tongues sliding, mouths parting only to gasp or groan.

Shauna’s hand drifted down Jackie’s stomach, slipping under her skirt with practiced ease. Her fingers pushed into her panties like she knew exactly where to go, and she did. Two fingers curled against Jackie’s clit, slow and careful at first, circling in soft strokes that made the older girl’s body twitch beneath her.

“Fuck, Shipman,” Jackie groaned, her head falling back, the sound low and raw. Her thighs tensed as Shauna’s fingers moved with precision. “Just like that, baby.”

Lottie’s thighs pressed together where she knelt, the wetness between them slick and undeniable. Her skin was hot, the arousal from her spanking coiling tighter now with every whimper Jackie let out, with the way her body bucked up into Shauna’s hand. She couldn’t help the small, high-pitched noises escaping her throat, needy, pathetic little whines that only made her more embarrassed.

“She’s getting worked up,” Shauna murmured between kisses, her mouth barely leaving Jackie’s as she spoke. Her fingers never stopped, only pressed firmer.

Jackie grinned into the kiss, slow and pleased. She licked a strand of spit from the corner of Shauna’s mouth and turned her gaze toward the trembling figure on the carpet. “Mhm. But she’s been a bad girl,” she said, her voice thick with amusement. “So she gets to watch. For now.”

Jackie couldn’t help but glance down at the floor where Lottie still knelt, obedient and trembling. Her thighs were pressed tightly together, shifting every so often as if she couldn’t quite get comfortable. She squirmed under the weight of Jackie’s gaze, and Jackie didn’t bother hiding her amusement.

She loved the squirming. Especially like that, when they tried so hard not to.

Lottie looked up for only a second, then quickly dropped her gaze again, clearly embarrassed by being caught stifling the heat building between her legs. Her breathing had changed, shallower, quicker, and Jackie could see the effort it took for her to stay still, to keep from giving herself away any more than she already had.

Jackie smirked. That twist of arousal building low in her gut didn’t go ignored. She turned back toward Shauna, grabbed her jaw, and kissed her harder than before, rougher, needier. She pushed that feeling straight into her mouth.

Shauna let out a soft sound of surprise against her mouth, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, kissing her back with equal heat. Jackie smiled into the kiss, her hand sliding up the back of Shauna’s neck as her eyes briefly flicked down again.

Still watching. Still enjoying the way Lottie writhed, silently begging without saying a word.

Shauna considered herself pretty top tier when it came to pleasuring women, especially Jackie. Maybe she didn’t say it out loud, but it was something she held quietly, confidently, like a trophy on a shelf no one else could see.

And if there were ever any doubt, it vanished the moment she felt Jackie’s body shudder beneath her, tightening around her fingers with a force that made her grin. That slow, slick warmth spread across her hand, and Jackie let out a breathy, broken sound, her hips twitching with the tail end of release as Shauna carefully pulled her fingers out.

“Jesus Christ, Shipman,” Jackie exhaled, voice thick and unsteady, her eyes fluttering open just enough to catch the sight of Shauna lifting her hand to her mouth.

She didn’t rush it. She licked her fingers clean, slow and deliberate, eyes half-lidded as she tasted Jackie like it was a delicacy. Jackie watched, utterly wrecked, sprawled across the bed with her chest still heaving, and something about the sight made her throat tighten. She swallowed hard, cheeks flushed, heat rising back into her face for an entirely different reason now.

Shauna gave a small laugh at that, low and pleased with herself. She shifted her weight over Jackie with lazy ease, like she’d just completed a task well done and knew it. Jackie let her linger for a moment, then lightly patted her hip, a silent signal. The kiss that followed was soft, appreciative, and with that, Shauna moved off her, sliding down onto the mattress with a satisfied hum.

Jackie’s breath evened out just enough for her attention to drift back to the floor where Lottie was still waiting. Still kneeling. Still squirming. And still impossibly pretty like that.

Jackie didn’t even try to hide the way her lips curved into a grin. She loved it when they got all fidgety under her gaze, like they were trying to be good but didn’t quite know how. Lottie’s long legs trembled slightly, her knees digging into the carpet, thighs pressed tightly together like that alone might be enough to keep herself in check. But Jackie knew better.

Her eyes drank her in, the sharp angles of her arms, the slight arch in her back, the awkward elegance that always clung to her frame. Lottie couldn’t stop watching her, not even for a second. Her eyes followed every shift, every breath Jackie took, like she needed to keep looking or she’d fall apart.

And Jackie? She was so into it.

The height difference only added to it. Jackie wasn’t used to looking down at Lottie, no one really was. But here she was, crouched and trembling on the floor like she belonged there, like that was where she fit best. It tugged at something deep in Jackie’s chest, something possessive and warm and hungry all at once.

“You’re such a mess,” Jackie said with a small smile, tilting Lottie’s chin up to face her. “Figured it’d take more than a little spanking to break you.” She let her fingers brush her cheek. 

There was affection under the words. She reached out, threading her fingers gently through Lottie’s soft curls, petting her like she might a skittish animal, calming, careful. Her touch lingered, light and exploratory, watching how Lottie leaned into it without meaning to.

“Look at you, Lot,” she murmured, her voice dipping lower, barely a coo. “Never took you for a little sub, but here we are.”

She let out a small laugh, almost to herself, like the moment was both amusing and a little too good to be true. There was no cruelty in it, just delight. Curiosity. Maybe a little awe.

Then she bent down and caught Lottie’s lips with her own. The kiss was slower than the ones she shared with Shauna, deeper, but more careful. Jackie could feel the nervous tension in the way Lottie’s mouth trembled against hers, the slight hesitation, the quiet inexperience. But there was want too, a soft, needy pull behind it that made Jackie’s stomach flutter.

She kissed her like she was teaching her something. Not rushing, not overwhelming, just letting her feel it.

Lottie stayed perfectly still, like the moment might slip away if she moved too fast. Her hands hovered at her sides, curled slightly into the carpet, not quite sure if she was allowed to touch or if she even remembered how.

From the bed, Shauna pushed herself up slowly, blinking like she was waking from a daze. Her brows lifted as she took in the sight of Jackie kissing Lottie like she owned her, slow and heavy and real.

“Fuck me…” she whispered, her voice catching in her throat. She couldn’t look away either.

Jackie was probably more into the kiss than she should have been, but the way Lottie was docile in her hands, still squirming and antsy, it made her so hot, so hungry. Like she needed her. The way her lips trembled, barely keeping up, how her breath kept hitching like she didn’t know what to do with it, it was addictive. Jackie kissed her like she needed to taste her, like she’d been holding herself back for too long. Like this moment had been waiting in her mouth.

And she wouldn’t lie. She wouldn’t pretend this had come out of nowhere. She and Shauna had had those late night conversations, the ones that always started half-joking before turning quiet and curious in the dark. The what if’s. Who would you rather’s. Lottie’s name came up more than once. And not just for the way she looked, either. There was something about her, serious, unreadable, a little too careful, and both of them had wondered what she’d be like underneath all that. Usually, she ranked high in the polls.

And Shauna, still sat back in the middle of Jackie’s bed, legs straight out, her weight leaned back on her palms, she definitely wasn’t complaining about the view. Her expression was relaxed but focused, her lips slightly parted as she watched the two of them. There was a pink flush high on her cheeks, her chest rising a little faster now, and her arousal wasn’t something she was trying to hide.

Her fingers idly pushed through her red-tinged hair, like she needed something to do, like the heat building in her body had to go somewhere. Her eyes didn’t stray for a second. They were locked on their faces, on every little movement, every shift of tension.

She watched the way their mouths kept meeting again and again, messier each time. Every time they broke apart for breath, a thin thread of spit clung between them, only to be kissed away, or licked up just a second later like they couldn’t stand to waste even that. The sight was hypnotic. And the way Lottie kept leaning up to chase Jackie’s mouth, to keep them connected, was enough to make her stomach flutter.

She didn’t look quite as nervous anymore, though it was still evident in her hesitation and her body language. She was just desperate. And Shauna was hooked.

Jackie broke their lips apart, a little breathless now, her pulse still racing in her neck. Whatever teasing plan she’d started with, taking her time, drawing it out, was already gone. Lottie was so soft in her hands, still squirming lightly but not pulling away, and Jackie couldn’t hold back. She felt like she had to have her, had to feel her. Like she’d been waiting on this longer than she realized.

She grabbed Lottie’s hand and pulled her up without saying anything, guiding her to the bed. Lottie followed easily, even if her steps were a little clumsy. Jackie offered Shauna a little wave as she neared the bed, shooing her out of the way like she wasn’t halfway to dragging their friend into bed. Her grin said it all, she was enjoying herself. A lot.

Shauna didn’t speak, she didn't question it, but the way her eyes tracked their every movement said enough.

Jackie sat back against the headboard, pulling Lottie down with her until the taller girl was lying between her legs. Jackie adjusted her knees so they were on either side of her, framing her body, her hands already finding her waist. Lottie’s head rested right under Jackie’s chin, warm breaths hitting her collarbone.

Jackie leaned down and nipped at her ear, lips tugging at the lobe before her teeth sank in just enough to make Lottie flinch. She let out a whisper of a laugh, soothing it with her tongue before letting her mouth trail lower. Her hand slid down the side of Lottie’s jaw, fingers skimming over her skin like she was touching something fragile. She wrapped them briefly around Lottie’s throat, not squeezing,just enough for her to feel it. To know.

Then Jackie’s hand moved lower, fingers settling over her chest. She cupped Lottie’s breast easily, slowly, her thumb brushing gently across the skin. Her touch wasn’t rushed, but it was firm, claiming her without needing to say a word.

Shauna watched from the end of the bed, eyes dark, lips parted. She hadn’t moved an inch. From where she sat, she had a perfect view of everything, Jackie stretched out, Lottie curled into herself, Jackie’s hand moving across her body like she owned her. The way her fingers gripped her, the way her mouth didn’t stop.

Shauna didn’t try to hide how into it she was. She wasn’t subtle, didn’t want to be. Her eyes stayed fixed on them, completely unbothered by how obvious it was. She was enjoying the show just fine. Every shift, every breath, every twitch of hesitation on Lottie’s face only pulled her in deeper.

She couldn’t stop watching Lottie. How her tall, awkward frame looked somehow smaller when curled up in Jackie’s lap, how her limbs didn’t quite know where to go, like she wasn’t used to being touched like this. She looked comfortable, sort of. Safe. But underneath it, there was this nervous energy radiating off of her in waves. It wasn’t fear. Just shyness. Uncertainty. And Shauna found it ridiculously cute.

Not that she’d ever say that out loud. She wasn’t about to coo over Lottie like she was some blushing little thing, even if she was. Still, something about it tugged at her. Maybe it was how genuine it felt, how real it looked when Lottie tried to keep up with Jackie’s pace, how her body kept betraying her exterior by reacting to each touch from her hands.

And Jackie… God, Jackie was so completely in her element. And that alone had Shauna’s pussy aching.

Every move she made was smooth and confident, like this was second nature to her. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t question. She knew what she was doing, and more than that, she knew exactly how to get what she wanted. She didn’t even need to speak to guide Lottie’s body, just a hand, a look, a soft breath against her ear.

Her fingers dragged gentle, aimless patterns across Lottie’s chest, brushing over her skin like she was tracing the outline of something precious. And Lottie was reacting without even realizing it, goosebumps rising in the wake of her touch, her chest lifting just slightly like she was leaning into it. Her face was bright red, flushed from chin to hairline, and Jackie only smiled when she noticed.

Shauna could see it clearly from where she sat, the way Jackie’s thumb circled just under the swell of her breast, how Lottie’s hands were fisted tight into the sheets beneath Jackie’s knees like she didn’t know what else to do with them. Like she was trying to stay still, to stay unbroken, but her whole body was buzzing.

And the more Jackie played, the worse it got. And the better the view became.

Shauna and Jackie had this ongoing joke that Jackie was something of a sub whisperer. It started as a one-off comment, probably after Jackie got some quiet, too cool for everything girl to blush so hard she forgot how to speak, but it stuck. And now, sitting back and watching her girlfriend with Lottie, Shauna couldn’t help but think about it again.

Because she was watching it happen in real time.

Jackie’s hand slipped past the waistband of Lottie’s little skirt with almost no effort at all, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her fingers moved with confidence, like she already knew what she’d find. And without even looking down at first, she pushed aside Lottie’s pantyhose and panties in one smooth motion, nothing rough, just practiced. Like she’d done this a hundred times and never once been turned down.

Lottie shuddered the second her hand made contact. Her whole body tensed for a moment before curling inward, like she was trying to hide inside herself. She buried her face in her hands, but she didn’t pull away. She didn’t say no. In fact, almost unconsciously, her legs parted just slightly beneath Jackie’s.

And Jackie noticed.

She let out a low, breathy laugh that ghosted across Lottie’s ear, the sound teasing and warm and just a little cruel. She shifted, leaning closer until she could rest her chin on Lottie’s shoulder, tilting her head just enough to watch what she was doing with a lazy sort of curiosity.

“Shh,” she hummed, barely above a whisper. Her fingers moved deliberately, spreading Lottie’s cunt with a gentleness that only made it worse, circling her clit with slow, steady pressure like she had all the time in the world.

The effect was immediate. Lottie’s breath caught, her thighs twitching as she tried and failed to stay still. Then a soft, broken moan spilled out of her, barely more than a whimper, but loud enough for both girls to hear.

Jackie grinned at the sound, her lips curling up smugly against Lottie’s skin. She let out a little “ohh,” drawn out and half-teasing, like she was both impressed and amused by how easily she was unraveling her.

If it had been even remotely possible, Lottie would’ve blushed harder than she already was. Her cheeks were already burning, her ears too. She kept her face buried in her palms, as if that could hide her from the attention, but she didn’t dare stop Jackie’s hand. She couldn’t. Her hips were already starting to rock forward ever so slightly, like her body was betraying her on every level.

“Such a whiny girl, hm?” Jackie murmured, voice syrupy and cruel in its sweetness. She tightened her grip, the arm not working between Lottie’s thighs wrapping securely around her stomach, holding her there, claiming her.

And Jackie loved it. Loved the contrast between the awkward, stumbling way Lottie had entered the room earlier, and the way she was now, knees spread wide for her, face flushed red, lips parted with every little breathy noise she tried, and failed, to hold back.

She could feel how hard Lottie was trying not to come undone, how much effort it took to stay quiet, to act unaffected, to pretend she wasn’t getting her clit rubbed by one of her best friends while another sat at the end of the bed, watching everything with hungry eyes.

It was almost too perfect.

Jackie kept going, speeding up just a little, letting her fingers find a steady rhythm. She leaned in closer, murmuring things softly under her breath, almost mocking each sound Lottie made as she squirmed in her lap. Not cruelly, just enough to keep her flustered, just enough to pull her deeper in.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby… just like that. You’re not gonna last, are you?” Her voice was low, steady, soothing in that dangerous kind of way.

And Lottie was already shaking. Her first orgasm was building fast in her belly, tight and hot and unstoppable, and Jackie could feel it. She wanted to feel it, and she wasn’t going to stop.

As much as Shauna wanted to get in on the action, and God, did she want to, part of her knew better than to make a move without direct permission. That was just how it worked. Jackie always made the call when it came to sharing, and when she was ready to hand someone over, she’d say so, clearly, explicitly. Until then, Shauna waited. She obeyed. Even if every second of patience felt like a small kind of torture.

She sat back on her hands, legs tucked beneath her, the pressure in her own body becoming harder to ignore. But her eyes never left the pair tangled in front of her, watching every stroke of Jackie’s fingers, every ragged little breath that spilled from Lottie’s parted lips. She looked completely wrecked already, and Jackie hadn’t even picked up the pace yet.

Shauna couldn’t tear her eyes away from her.

All she could really do was watch rather impatiently as Jackie kept rubbing Lottie’s clit in firm, teasing circles. It wasn’t fast. It was deliberate. Measured. And every time Lottie whimpered, Jackie let out this soft, satisfied hum right in her ear, like she was proud of the sounds she was pulling from her.

“Aw,” Jackie whispered with a smirk, resting her chin on Lottie’s shoulder, her voice so close it buzzed against her skin. “You gonna come for me?”

Lottie didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She was trying too hard to stay quiet, to act like it wasn’t that good, like she still had some control. But she didn’t. Not even close. Her breath kept catching, sharp and uneven, her thighs twitching every time Jackie circled her fingers just right. She kept trying to hide behind her hands, like it made her less exposed. It didn’t.

“You’re trying so hard, aren’t you?” Jackie teased again, her fingers never stopping, her free hand now stroking gently across Lottie’s stomach. “So cute.”

Lottie whimpered, her hands tightening into fists. She wanted to deny it, needed to, but her body was already giving her away. She tilted her head back helplessly, throat tight, a soft little gasp escaping as Jackie’s touch got a little more focused.

Her breath hitched hard, her spine arching against Jackie’s stomach as the pressure in her core built at a terrifying pace. Her face was flushed deep red, her skin burning hot everywhere Jackie touched, her thighs spreading wider without permission. She could feel how slick she was, feel Jackie’s fingers gliding so easily over her, like she’d already been begging for it without even realizing.

Jackie was relentless but not in a cruel way. She just knew. She knew Lottie’s body was already chasing it, desperate for release even if her mind couldn’t admit it.

“You’re not gonna hold out long,” Jackie whispered, half a laugh buried in her voice, a little reminder that Lottie was no longer in control of her own body. “It’s okay, baby. You can come for me. Don’t hold back.”

Lottie shook her head weakly, her hands still over her face. “I don’t…”

“Oh, you will,” Jackie breathed, her pace quickening just slightly. “Look at you.”

Shauna could see it too, the way Lottie was falling apart. The way her hands trembled against her face, the way her breath kept catching like she was right on the edge. Her whole body was wound tight, thighs shaking, mouth open like she didn’t know whether to moan or beg or cry.

As much as she wanted to hate it, as much as she wanted to believe that she didn’t want this, that it wasn’t who she was, she couldn’t. She wouldn’t.

Because the truth was, it felt too good to stop, and Jackie wasn’t going to let her pretend otherwise.

And Lottie came undone within seconds of denying it, her whole body locking up as her orgasm hit, hard and fast. Her breath stuttered, hips jolting once as she let out a trembling moan, barely managing to stay upright. Her muscles tensed against Jackie’s body behind her, her head falling back onto her shoulder for just a second before she collapsed forward again, panting softly.

Jackie hummed in satisfaction, grinning as she felt Lottie shake through it. She let her fingers drift lower, not wasting the moment, slipping them inside her with a slow push that made Lottie jerk and whimper all over again. The heat, the tightness, God, she loved that part.

“Wowww,” Jackie murmured, practically beaming. Her voice was low and giddy as she pulled her hand back, two fingers slick and shining in the warm light of the room. “That was a lot, huh?” She gave a soft little laugh, letting the words tease as much as the tone. “For someone who didn’t wanna.”

Her fingers hovered in the air for a moment, deliberate. And before Lottie could muster even the beginnings of a response, Jackie brought them straight to her mouth, pressing the mess-streaked digits firmly between her lips, flat against her tongue.

Lottie made a soft, startled noise around them, her mouth parting instinctively, unsure of what else to do. Her eyes widened, flicking up on reflex, across the bed, to Shauna, sitting just a few feet away.

But if she thought there’d be sympathy there, she was mistaken. Shauna’s expression was hungry. Her chest rising and falling faster now, one leg bent, the other stretched out in front of her as best as it could be. She watched every second of it like she didn’t want to miss a frame. Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip, and her eyes didn’t leave Lottie’s face.

And Jackie caught the glance immediately, at least on Shauna’s face.

“Don’t look at her,” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut. Her free hand tightened its hold around Lottie’s stomach, pulling her flush against her chest again. “Eyes down.”

Lottie’s gaze dropped so fast it looked like a reflex, shame flickering across her flushed face. She was still catching her breath, still trying to make sense of what was happening, and Jackie wasn’t giving her a second to do it.

“Clean up your mess,” Jackie added, her tone dipping into that dangerous kind of softness. It wasn’t a suggestion.

Lottie shrunk in on herself instinctively, her thighs twitching where they were folded beneath her. But the sting still pulsing across her ass reminded her what disobedience brought, and Jackie’s fingers in her mouth left no room for hesitation.

She sucked them in slowly, hesitantly at first. Her lips sealed around the digits, and she let her tongue swirl uncertainly over the taste of herself. Warm, a little metallic, undeniably hers. She whimpered softly, embarrassed at the way the act only made her pulse quicken again.

Behind her, Jackie cooed. “That’s it, baby,” she murmured, her voice laced with approval as her other hand moved to rub lazy circles against Lottie’s bare stomach. “Good girls don’t waste anything.”

Lottie flushed deeper at the praise, her lashes fluttering shut as she suckled obediently, drawing in Jackie’s fingers slowly, inch by inch, until they hit the back of her throat and she gagged slightly, pulling back instinctively.

Jackie just laughed, soft and fond. “Still so shy,” she teased gently, leaning down to press a warm kiss to the curve of Lottie’s shoulder. “But not saying no, are you?”

Shauna shifted slightly across the bed, propping herself up taller now, her attention fixed like she was watching something sacred unfold. And maybe she was.

Lottie didn’t speak, not only because she couldn’t, but because there was no answer. Not one she wanted to say out loud. She wanted so badly to pull away, to get up and leave, so much that she didn’t think to grab her shirt from the floor in her scenario. But she couldn’t deny that it felt good, that her body wasn’t excited.

She couldn’t deny the feeling that coursed through her body each time Jackie so much as looked at her, let alone the kind of fire she could start with just her touch. It didn’t matter how much Lottie tried to keep her cool, her body always gave her away. The way her hips had bucked without her consent, greedy for more friction as Jackie worked her over was evidence enough. She’d crumbled in her arms, coming so hard it left her trembling like a leaf caught in a storm.

Jackie’s arms tightened around her waist, not quite tender, but firm and anchoring. She leaned back a little, catching Shauna’s eye across the bed. One sharp, firm nod was all it took.

Shauna got the message instantly. She moved without a word, crawling across the duvet like it was instinct, like she’d been waiting to be called in. Her gaze was locked on Lottie the entire time, not only was it predatory, but focused, zeroed in. She settled in between them without hesitation, her hands already reaching out.

Lottie felt her presence before she saw her. Her breath hitched when Shauna’s palms landed on her thighs.

“She’s shy,” Jackie said from behind her, her voice still light with teasing. “But we’re gonna fix that, aren’t we?”

Shauna smirked faintly, already moving her hands up, thumbs pressing into the band of Lottie’s skirt. “Guess we’ll see,” she muttered, more to herself than to either of them.

Lottie jolted slightly at the contact but didn’t pull away. Her legs stayed parted just enough, though her fists curled tight in her lap. She wanted to ask what was next, but her voice had gone missing again.

“Up,” Shauna said simply, tapping her hip.

Lottie obeyed before she even thought about it, lifting just enough for the skirt to be unfastened. The sound of the buckle coming undone felt louder than it should’ve, and then the skirt was tugged off with practiced ease, tossed to the floor like it didn’t matter.

Jackie let one hand drift higher, fingers brushing against Lottie’s sternum, not quite touching her breasts, just close enough to make her squirm.

“She looks good like this,” Shauna said, sitting back on her heels to get a better look.

Jackie chuckled under her breath. “Yeah, she does.” Her lips brushed against the shell of Lottie’s ear as she spoke. “Could look better.” Her tone was incredibly suggestive, and her words were very clearly referring to what she’d still had on.

Lottie swallowed hard, her cheeks flushed and hot. She was very aware of how exposed she was now, caught between the two of them, Jackie warm and smug behind her, Shauna unreadable and intent in front. She didn’t know where to put her hands. She didn’t know where to look.

“You nervous?” Shauna asked, not unkindly but not gentle either. Lottie gave the smallest nod, her eyes flicking down.

Shauna reached forward and tucked her fingers under Lottie’s chin, tipping her face back up. “Good,” she said. Jackie only laughed again, her palm resting on Lottie’s stomach like she owned it.

She gripped the thin hem of Lottie’s pantyhose tightly, her fingers curling around the stretched nylon as she yanked it down her legs in one rough, deliberate motion. The fabric bunched around her knees for a moment before sliding lower, rasping softly over flushed, sensitive skin as it was peeled away. There was no ceremony to it, just the urgency of exposure, the impatient way her body was being opened up piece by piece.

Lottie shifted beneath it, breath catching in her throat, her legs twitching as if to close. But she couldn’t go anywhere, not with Jackie right behind her, legs spread wide to bracket her in place. Lottie’s back was still pressed firmly to Jackie’s front, their bodies flush, her spine nestled into the curve of Jackie’s stomach. She could feel her breath on her neck, slow and steady and deliberate. Jackie wasn’t restraining her. She didn’t need to. Lottie was already trembling too much to move.

While the pantyhose were pulled down the rest of the way, Jackie slipped one hand between Lottie’s thighs, her fingers grazing the soft lace of her underwear, slow and calculated. She rubbed her fingers across the fabric, once, twice, pausing deliberately over the center where it was already damp.

She hummed softly as she inspected the garment, a small laugh leaving her mouth as she tucked her chin back against her neck.

“Oh my God,” Jackie breathed, her tone amused and slow, like a realization slipping into her chest. “Isn’t that cute?”

Lottie made a soft, choked sound, but Jackie didn’t let up, just pressed her fingers more firmly against the soaked material, rubbing in a lazy circle. The heat of it bled through both the fabric and Lottie’s composure. Jackie leaned in, her lips brushing her ear.

“Feel that?” she whispered against her skin, grinning as Lottie tried again to close her legs, only to be stopped by Jackie’s knees tightening at her sides.

Shauna had quickly finished getting rid of Lottie’s stockings and watched Jackie toy with her some more. Her eyes followed the slow movement of Jackie’s hand, the trembling in Lottie’s thighs.

Then Shauna reached out and pushed Lottie’s knee to the side, firm but not rough, just enough to get a clear look. Lottie whimpered softly, trying to resist the exposure, but it was no use.

“Wow, that’s a first.” Shauna laughed, though hers was definitely cruel, unlike Jackie’s.

Her underwear, lacy black panties, were almost entirely soaked in the crotch, her own cum seeping through the thin lace, glistening under the bit of sunlight that slipped through the open window. The contrast of it, wet and black and shining, made the moment feel even more obscene.

Jackie was absolutely revelling in the way Lottie bowed her head shyly, still trying to squeeze her thighs together, though Jackie’s hand kept them apart. She rubbed a little harder, slowly dragging her fingers down the center seam again.

“Go ahead, baby.” Jackie encouraged, and it took Shauna a second to realize she was speaking to her rather than Lottie. She looked up into those familiar hazel eyes, now full of lust, and the sexiest amount of evil.

Shauna nodded once, a little smile on her lips as she leaned back down to practically tear off Lottie’s damp panties. They clung to her, the lace sticky with slick, and came off with a sound too wet to ignore. She held them in her hand for a second once they were off before tossing them carelessly onto the bed.

With a bit of strength that caught Lottie off guard, Shauna looped her arms under her thighs, never breaking eye contact with the brunette until her chin was buried in her pussy.

Lottie moaned wildly as Shauna tongued at her clit, dipping down a few times to taste the cum that Jackie had siphoned from her. She tasted so sweet, so hot on her tongue, and it only made her feel hungry and violent. It took everything in her not to sink her teeth into the flesh, and she put that deep want into eating her pussy like nobody ever could.

Lottie’s hips jerked involuntarily, legs twitching to squeeze together, but Shauna was already there, locked in against hers. She felt Jackie’s hand slide up again, holding her steady, almost possessively.

Her legs tried to squeeze together as she tried to fight off the pleasure, and Jackie was quick to offer a smack to the side of her ass, forcing her legs back open.

“Keep them spread. I wanna watch her fuck you.” It wasn’t a request, which was clear in the bitter tone in her voice, it was a demand. Her words were sharp and clear, and Lottie startled at the contrast from her usual tone.

Shauna helped a bit, tightening her biceps around Lottie’s thighs, keeping her legs a bit off of the mattress. She was flicking her tongue across Lottie’s clit, and she could feel her shivering underneath her mouth.

Jackie wrapped her arms around Lottie’s stomach once more, returning her mouth to her ear. She couldn’t help but softly run her tongue along the skin of her ear, biting down every now and again.

“You like that? Hm?” she whispered against her skin, and Lottie practically convulsed in her arms. “Such a good girl.”

Lottie couldn’t help the moan that ripped through her at the praise, the tone in Jackie’s voice as she’d spoken it, and the immense amount of pleasure Shauna was creating between her legs, which were already shaking with anticipation.

“You’re doing so well,” Jackie whispered again, her lips brushing Lottie’s temple now. “Just take it. Let her make you feel good.”

Lottie whimpered again, not from shame, not even from need, but from the way her body felt like it was already coming apart in Jackie’s lap, too full of sensation, too far gone to hide it anymore.

And Jackie, still wrapped around her, still steady and warm and completely in control, just held her tighter.

Naturally, it didn’t take long for Lottie to feel herself building up to another climax, her pussy throbbing with a deep, rolling heat as Shauna’s tongue worked her over with relentless care. The pressure had been coiling inside her steadily, everything slick and overstimulated, every nerve turned inside out from the attention. She writhed helplessly in Jackie’s arms, restrained, gasping and moaning, the friction of Shauna’s mouth becoming too much, too much, and not enough all at once.

Her breathing hitched. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably in Shauna’s grip. Then everything snapped.

She erupted into soft moaning, her whole body going taut, the orgasm tearing through her with a sob caught in her throat. Her head dropped back against Jackie’s shoulder, eyes squeezed shut as she cried out, hips stuttering with the aftershocks. She could feel herself pulsing under Shauna’s tongue, warm, wet, open, and Shauna didn’t stop, didn’t slow, not until she had tasted every last bit of her.

“Such a good girl,” Jackie murmured gently into her ear, her lips brushing her skin like silk. Her voice was low and honey-warm, and Lottie shivered at the way the words sank into her.

Jackie reached for the nightstand on her side of the bed, opening the drawer smoothly without shifting Lottie’s weight. Her arm moved across her front, steady and sure, and she nodded to Shauna once, then tipped her head toward the drawer in quiet instruction.

That seemed to excite Shauna. Her eyes sparked with sudden interest, a sharp glint of anticipation that bordered on delight. She pulled back from between Lottie’s legs, dragging the edge of her tee shirt up to wipe her chin. She didn’t even try to hide how much she was smiling.

Lottie watched her, dazed, blinking slowly as Shauna got to her knees. She could still feel herself twitching, raw and aching, wrapped up in Jackie’s arms like a doll too exhausted to move.

While Shauna leaned forward to dig through the drawer, Jackie’s hand returned to Lottie’s core, gently parting the mess of her soaked curls. Her fingers didn’t enter her, not yet, but the teasing was enough. She traced idle shapes against her, light and slow, playing along her folds like she was reading her. Lottie whimpered, breath catching again.

Jackie cooed quietly in her ear. “Still so sensitive… look at you.”

Her fingers spread her slightly, rubbing the slickness around with practiced ease, and Lottie shuddered violently in her arms. Her cheeks were already flushed, but the heat deepened at Jackie’s soft praise. She bit her lip, instinctively glancing down toward her lap, and then back up again in alarm, remembering how utterly naked she was, how exposed. Her hands hovered awkwardly at her sides, unsure whether to cover herself or grip tighter at the sheets.

Jackie saw the way she flinched, the way embarrassment warred with pleasure in her face, and smiled.

“You forget where you are for a second?” she teased, voice like velvet. “Mm. You’re so cute when you get shy.”

Lottie blinked up at her, awkwardly bent to face her, lips parted slightly, trying to form a response and failing. Jackie leaned in and pressed a slow kiss just beneath her ear. “Don’t worry. You’re supposed to be on display, baby.”

The bed shifted beneath them again as Shauna moved back into place, now balanced tall on her knees at the foot by Jackie’s knees. Lottie’s eyes fluttered open, still wide and unfocused, and landed on what she held in her hands.

A very identifiable object. Thin strips of black leather dangled loosely from her fingers, buckles catching the low light. And in the center of it all, a thick, protruding silicone cock, secured into place by firm stitching and purpose. It rested in her hands like something sacred, something weighty, something final.

Shauna didn’t speak as she began fastening it around her hips, but there was something in the way she moved that said enough. Confident. Ready. Steady fingers slid each buckle through its loop, then tightened, one by one, until the straps hugged her snugly. The harness shifted into place across her waist and upper thighs like it had been made for her body.

Lottie watched silently, her breath shallow, her entire body still tucked firmly into Jackie’s lap. She felt the tension building in the room again, not fast this time, but slow and rising, crawling over her skin like heat.

Jackie stroked her lower stomach, her hand drifting upward from her slick folds to rest just below her navel. She could feel her trembling again, already.

Shauna looked up once, her eyes locking with Lottie’s, and didn’t look away.

There was a quiet steadiness in her gaze, something patient and loaded, something that told Lottie exactly what was coming, even before she felt it. Lottie’s breath caught in her throat, chest rising in short, trembling little pulls of air. She didn’t speak. Couldn’t speak.

Shauna moved slowly, deliberately, her fingers gliding along the insides of Lottie’s thighs, thumbs pressing in to part her again. Her hands were warm, firm, and unhurried as she spread Lottie open with quiet precision, thumbs stretching her folds apart so the light could catch on every wet inch of her. She took a breath through her nose, steady and low, and kept her eyes fixed on Lottie’s face.

Lottie whimpered, her whole body clenching at the exposure. She instinctively tried to squirm, but Jackie’s arms around her held her too closely, one locked across her chest, the other draped low over her hips. She was cradled perfectly, body open, legs still parted and slack in Shauna’s grip.

Then she felt it. The first press of silicone at her entrance, warm, smooth, gently insistent.

Shauna angled her hips forward just slightly, her grip steady, guiding her dick with one hand while the other held her open. She teased the head against Lottie’s soaked hole, circling and nudging just enough to make her cry out softly.

Lottie whimpered and turned her head sharply, hiding her face in the crook of Jackie’s arm. Her cheek pressed into the bare skin there, lips trembling against it. Jackie only smiled, drawing her in tighter, her chin resting lightly against Lottie’s temple as she rocked her gently in place.

The older girl offered a little praise before whispering in her ear softly. “Take that cock, baby.”

The words struck Lottie like a current. Her whole body shuddered in Jackie’s arms, her breath hitched, and a high, broken sound caught in her throat. She didn’t speak, didn’t even try to, only whimpered again, her back arching slightly as her body prepared to be filled.

“You can take it,” Jackie whispered, lips brushing her ear. “I’ve got you.”

Shauna eased forward just the slightest bit more, letting the head sink in, slick and slow, just a fraction, just enough to stretch her open. Lottie cried out softly again, her hands gripping tightly at Jackie’s thighs where they framed her own. Her eyes fluttered shut. Her breath went shallow.

“Look at how well she takes it,” Jackie murmured, mostly to herself, but also to Shauna in passing. Her voice was full of heat, laced with something like awe. “You were made for this.”

Shauna didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. Her hands were steady, her gaze locked on Lottie’s face, watching every flicker of sensation play across it as she pushed forward again, just a little deeper. Her pace was torturously slow, dragging every second out as if she wanted Lottie to feel every notch, every shift, every fraction of stretch.

Lottie whimpered again, muffled into Jackie’s skin, her body slowly opening around the toy with a wet, aching sound. She was soaked enough to take it, more than ready, but the pressure still made her tremble. Jackie ran her palm slowly over her stomach, grounding her.

“There you go,” she whispered. “Just like that…”

She’d never done anything like this with another girl. Two of them.

It was still surreal, the way it was happening, the way her body had opened so easily to their touch like it had been waiting for this without her knowing. She’d never really pondered her sexuality until she joined the Yellowjackets, and even then, it hadn’t been some dramatic, soul-searching epiphany. 

It had crept in slowly. In glances. In silences. In the heat between bodies during late nights around the fire or squeezed together on a shared mattress in one of their bedrooms. In the feeling of being watched, known, in a way that made her breath catch.

She remembered the way she’d let that rumour go around, the one about Jeff Sadecki in high school. How she’d repeated it, played into it,  not because it was true, but because it was easier than what might have followed if it wasn’t. She’d explained to the girls over and over that it didn’t happen, insisted it was just something she let spread to shut down the original rumour. The real one. The one she wouldn’t even let herself think about.

And Jeff didn’t deny it. Of course he didn’t. So it stuck. It made her seem normal, desirable in the right way. Safe.

But this. This wasn’t safe. It wasn’t calculated. It wasn’t about appearances or who people thought she was. This was raw and intimate and unrelenting. This was her, stripped of every excuse, moaning with her whole chest while one girl whispered filth into her ear and the other drilled into her like she’d been waiting her whole life for someone to do it.

And she’d very quickly discovered that she liked praise, just as much as she liked the teasing and the humiliation. The strange combination of both, the sweetness of Jackie’s voice as she spoke to her, the warmth of her arms as she held her still, kissed her skin, told her she was doing so well, made Lottie melt. There was something intoxicating about it. The softness and cruelty, tangled together in perfect balance.

She liked the way Jackie could comfort her while making her feel like she was beneath them both. Smaller, dizzier, owned. Something about being cut down to size was just really doing it for her. Like she didn’t have to be anything but this, needy, obedient, wrecked in their hands.

Any time she’d had sex with a man, which, thankfully, wasn’t often anymore, it had always been the same. Them getting off, her pretending she had. Rolling over. Silence. She hadn’t even realized how starved she was for real attention until now.

And Shauna was pounding her pussy so good, so hard, that she’d almost entirely stopped fighting it, stopped pretending she wasn’t into it, stopped trying to compose herself. Her whole body moved with it now, letting the rhythm carry her, accepting every thrust with wild, keening need. The stretch wasn’t intolerable, it was perfect. Filling. The pressure of it made her toes curl, made her back arch in Jackie’s arms with each deep, slick stroke.

She stopped trying to suppress her movements and stifle her noises. She gave herself up to it.

Her head rolled back against Jackie’s shoulder, mouth parted, panting like she couldn’t catch her breath fast enough. And still, she moaned loud and wild, crying out in between breaths, her voice rough and high and honest.

Each thrust sent her jolting backward, body rocking into Jackie’s hold. The slap of silicone against her soaked cunt echoed through the room, joined by the wet, obscene sound of it squelching in and out of her.

Shauna grunted softly under her breath, steady and focused, her hands gripping tight at Lottie’s knees. Her pace was relentless now, dragging the toy almost all the way out before slamming it back in, again and again, deeper each time.

Lottie cried out, not words, just pure sound, her thighs twitching with every impact, her chest heaving.

“Fuck-” she gasped, voice cracking. “Oh my God, Jackie, please-” She didn’t even know what she was begging for. Just that she needed more.

And Jackie, always just behind her, always there, only chuckled softly and whispered, “You’ve got it, baby. Look at you.”

Lottie sobbed out a broken moan in response, no longer shy about any of it. Not when it felt like this. Not when she finally didn’t have to pretend.

Shauna was not nearly as merciful. Her rhythm had shifted from relentless to sudden stillness, and the change was worse, maddening. She kept herself buried deep inside Lottie, hips pressed flush, unmoving. Her hand came up without warning, fingers gripping onto Lottie’s jaw hard enough to make her breath catch, her whole body going taut in Jackie’s lap.

Shauna leaned in close, her voice nothing but a growl now, low and dangerous and completely without hesitation. 

“Keep that mouth closed, or I’ll have to fuck it.”

Her teeth were bared, her expression tight, jaw clenched. There was no waver in her snarl, no twitch in her deadpan face. She wasn’t bluffing. There was nothing playful in her tone, just heat and threat, calm and sure and unwavering. She slipped herself out of Lottie with agonizing slowness, the slick drag making Lottie sob through her nose, her mouth clamped shut like she’d been struck.

And then she stopped completely.

She didn’t thrust back in. She just hovered, the head of the strap-on pressing shallowly against Lottie’s hole, threatening to fill her again but refusing to move, stopping her strokes just to frustrate her.

The emptiness, the denial, made Lottie twitch and gasp, her whole body pulsing with want, trying to push it back into her, but Jackie’s arms held her down. She felt like she could scream from how full she had been, and now wasn’t.

Jackie laughed from behind her, and it was the first time Lottie had heard her give into the torment, the first time her voice didn’t carry that sickeningly sweet condescension. No syrupy softness, no carefully restrained tease.

Just a laugh. Cruel and hot. Like something comical was happening in front of her. It tore from her throat in a burst, like she couldn’t help herself anymore, and the sound of it made Lottie clench around nothing, her body aching and empty and desperate.

“Oh my god,” Jackie gasped through her laughter, her forehead pressed to the back of Lottie’s neck. “You should see your face.”

She slid one hand down to Lottie’s trembling thigh, giving it a firm squeeze before letting her fingers drift slowly back to her aching cunt. Jackie didn’t touch to soothe. She just pressed lightly against her folds, brushing fingertips through the slick that still clung there, dragging it up across her skin without pushing in.

“Look at her,” Jackie murmured, breathless from laughing. “She’s ready to beg.”

Lottie tried to speak, tried to form something, anything, but Shauna’s grip tightened on her jaw and Jackie’s hand was already sliding higher, circling just outside her clit without giving pressure. It was too much and not enough all at once.

Her thighs trembled again, hips shifting helplessly, caught in stasis between them, her body open and slick and ruined, her mind a blur of want, and neither of them were giving her anything. Not yet.

“Go ahead, pretty girl,” Jackie whispered softly, her voice calm but filled with a subtle urging that made Lottie’s cheeks flush. She gently tilted Lottie’s chin up again, guiding her face toward Shauna’s, making sure her eyes met Shauna’s again. 

Lottie looked up shyly, her lashes fluttering as her mouth parted slightly, still catching her breath from the intensity. Her lips trembled, almost like she was searching for the right words but struggling to find them. 

Jackie’s touch was gentle but firm, keeping her in place. “Beg Mommy to fuck you,” she muttered, her tone low but insistent. 

Lottie’s face turned a bright shade of red, as if her cheeks were glowing. Shauna couldn’t help but let out a genuine laugh, a clear, warm sound that broke the tense moment. Her grin stretched wide, her eyes sparkling with amusement and perhaps a bit of affection. 

She pushed her hair back from her face, sighing softly, her smile lingering. It was clear she enjoyed teasing her, but there was also a softer side to her as she looked at Lottie, seeing her vulnerability.

Lottie hesitated, her mind racing but her body still caught in a mix of excitement and uncertainty. She didn’t want to beg, she wasn’t sure she could or that the words would even feel right on her tongue. Her expression was blank for a moment, almost like she was waiting for a different option, a different phrase that might seem easier or more acceptable. 

Shauna sensed her hesitation, her gaze lingering on her screen, waiting patiently. Jackie’s hand, meanwhile, was deliberately playing with the soft patch of hair between Lottie’s legs, observing her closely. It was neatly trimmed, as expected, but there was certainly enough for a good grip or a tease. 

After a pause, Jackie made her move. She halted for just a moment while Lottie remained still, not making any effort to comply. Then, with a quick, sharp slap, she smacked Lottie’s pussy, making her yelp in surprise. The sting was sharper than Lottie had anticipated, the brief pain shooting through her more intensely than she thought it would. She squirmed, her body reacting instinctively. 

Her chin dropped slightly, and she huffed softly, still catching her breath. But the moment of relief was short-lived. Before she could fully settle, Jackie gripped her jaw with a firmer hold, turning her face back towards Shauna.

“I’m not asking you,” Jackie said sternly, her voice clear and commanding. “Beg.” The softness from moments before was gone. Now, her tone was firm, almost commanding, leaving no room for defiance. Her words carried weight, cutting through the air with authority. 

The smile had disappeared from her face, replaced by a serious expression. The combination of her harsh words and the added pain, the sting between her thighs, ignited something in Lottie. She felt a rush of adrenaline, her frustration bubbling to the surface. She softly whined, her eyes locking onto Shauna’s, seeking approval. Her voice was small and pleading, almost like a weak cry, as she looked up into Shauna’s eyes, desperate for confirmation.

Lottie parted her lips a few times, like a fish out of water trying to find the right sound. After a moment of hesitation, she managed to whisper, “Please, Mommy...” Her voice trailed off, heavy with embarrassment, and she quickly looked away, unable to meet Shauna’s gaze fully. It was a fragile, weak plea that wasn’t enough for either of them. Neither was satisfied with that small request. Shauna watched her intently, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of patience and amusement. 

Jackie slid her fingers between Lottie’s lips again, gently rubbing at her clit, making slow, deliberate circles that sent extra shivers through Lottie’s body. The pressure was intense but not enough to satisfy her completely, adding to her frustration. 

Jackie’s hands moved with purpose, steady but unpredictable in how she touched her, making Lottie arch her back in response. Her head tossed back against Jackie’s shoulder, her chin still locked in Jackie’s hand. The sensation was electric, a potent mix of pleasure and frustration swirling inside her.

Shauna, still kneeling above them, observed intently. She watched Lottie’s reactions, her little sighs, her trembling body, and her teasing smile hinted at her own enjoyment. She knew how much Lottie craved this, how her body betrayed her with every gasp and every squirm. The air was thick with tension and desire, and both women revelled in their control and skill.

Jackie intensified her teasing, pressing harder and faster against Lottie’s clit, pushing her closer to her limit. Lottie’s breathing grew ragged, her hips jerking as she fought to hold back her climax. Her tears welled up, blurring her vision slightly, and her frustration boiled over. 

She cried out softly, a mixture of pleasure and despair, as her body betrayed her. The sensation was almost too much to handle, but Jackie was relentless, knowing exactly how to push her further. Shauna’s eyes never left her, amused by the unfolding scene.

Just before Lottie reached her peak, Jackie abruptly pulled her fingers away, leaving her panting and trembling. She loved how exposed and vulnerable Lottie was, the sounds she made, the tears she shed, her obvious frustration that she couldn’t quite control her reactions. 

Both Jackie and Shauna found enjoyment in her torment, every subtle sound and expression fueling their own excitement. This act was a game to them, a test of limits, and they relished every second of it.

“Come on, Lot,” Jackie hummed softly, her voice silk-smooth and maddeningly patient, her fingers gently carding through Lottie’s pubic hair again. She was petting her, soothing her, like she was trying to calm a trembling animal. And in some ways, she was. Lottie was wrung out, her body shivering from the repeated climbs and denials, every nerve overstimulated and raw.

Jackie’s palm rested flat against her core, warm and heavy, her fingers still teasing lazily over her clit. Just enough to keep the ache burning. Just enough to keep her on edge. Never enough to tip her over.

“All you have to do is ask.”

The words were syrupy and soft, but the control in them was unshakable. She wasn’t coaxing Lottie out of kindness, she was drawing her deeper into submission, making her want to fall apart.

Shauna sat perfectly still a few feet in front of them, head tilted to one side like she was observing something curious. Her eyes tracked every twitch in Lottie’s face, every shift in her posture, every second of silence between the words she could have said, and didn’t.

She was waiting for her to break. And she knew it was coming.

They’d pushed her far enough. Fifteen minutes of edging and denial, slow, precise, brutal. Just enough to bring her to the edge of climax again and again, then rip it away before her body could surrender. She was shaking. Gasping. Her moans had become cries of frustration. They had become real tears.

Lottie’s mouth opened, lips trembling as she tried to speak again, but a sob cut her off before she could form a single syllable. Her whole body shook with it, not from pain, not from fear, but from need. From being so close for so long. From the aching emptiness of not being allowed what her body had already earned.

Jackie soothed her from behind, slipping her hand up from Lottie’s belly to rub across her chest, slow and gentle, just above her breasts.

“Poor girl,” Jackie cooed, her voice sliding back into that low, sing-song pitch. It was the tone someone might use for a whimpering dog or a pathetic little creature trembling in their hands. “So worked up.”

Lottie sniffled once, then twice, her head lolling back against Jackie’s shoulder as she tried to steady her breathing. But it was no use. Her entire body was flushed and pulsing, the air thick and wet with her frustration.

Then, without a word, Shauna leaned forward.

Her hands found Jackie’s knees for balance, gripping just above where Lottie’s thighs rested open, giving her a stable perch as she hovered over the girl’s ruined, tear-streaked face. Lottie blinked up at her through the haze of moisture in her lashes, her mouth still trembling, lips red and swollen from how many times she’d bitten them.

Shauna stared down at her, and something flickered in her eyes. Not pity. Not cruelty. Just desire. Desire so sharp and full it almost looked reverent.

She studied Lottie for a beat longer, the redness of her cheeks, the way her chest rose and fell in shallow, erratic gasps, the shine on her lashes. She was beautiful like this. Wrecked and flushed and begging without speaking. Nothing left in her but instinct.

Then, slowly, Shauna leaned in and dragged her tongue along Lottie’s chin. It was slow, painfully slow, and deliberate, catching a fresh tear at the bottom and following it upward in a single, fluid stroke. Her tongue was hot against Lottie’s skin, the trail slick and shivering, her hand tightening briefly on Jackie’s knee for balance as she kept the motion steady.

She made it only to mid cheek before pulling back, her breath hot and shallow, her mouth parted with hunger.

Then she took Lottie’s lips with her own. The kiss was hard and sure, nothing tentative in the way she claimed her mouth. Lottie whimpered into it, startled but yielding almost immediately. Her lips moved helplessly against Shauna’s, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her, trying to ground herself even as the last pieces of her composure slid away.

After they’d broken apart, their mouths slick with each other’s breath, Shauna lingered just a moment longer, eyes flicking over Lottie’s face, the dazed look in her eyes, the parted lips still flushed from the kiss. She licked her own lips almost immediately, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt of Lottie’s tears still clinging to her skin. Then she nodded toward the bed, once, short and certain.

Jackie understood what she wanted without needing words.

“C’mere, baby,” she hummed softly, that same sugary-sweet cadence returning to her voice as she began to guide Lottie into place. Her touch never left her body, a firm hand on her waist, her palm brushing over Lottie’s ribs as she shifted her down.

Lottie followed easily, obediently, her limbs trembling slightly as she allowed herself to be positioned. She moved on instinct alone now, too wrecked to question, too far gone to second guess. Jackie eased her gently onto her back until her head hung just off the side of the mattress, her dark hair spilling toward the floor in soft waves. The stretch of her neck made her blink up toward the ceiling, helpless, exposed.

Jackie moved to the other side of the bed, situating herself with practiced ease between Lottie’s legs. She didn’t rush. Her hands glided up and down Lottie’s thighs, slow and grounding, her thumbs sweeping light circles over the soft skin there as if to remind her, you’re not alone. You’re still mine. You’re safe, even when we ruin you.

Shauna stepped forward, the floor creaking faintly beneath her bare feet as she came to stand in front of Lottie’s face.

She held her cock in one hand, thick, firm, glistening faintly in the light, still slick from Lottie’s own body. She gripped the base casually, letting it sway slightly in her hand as she watched Lottie’s eyes flick down toward it. There was no preamble, no reassurance.

Lottie understood what was about to happen to her. Her breath hitched, lips already trembling slightly. Her whimper escaped before she could stop it, small, high-pitched, completely instinctual.

Jackie was quick to respond.

“Shhh. Just let it happen,” she soothed, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the inside of Lottie’s thigh. Her voice melted into a lullaby, warm and commanding all at once. “Don’t fight it, sweetheart.”

Without another word, Shauna brought herself forward, steady and unflinching, and slipped herself past Lottie’s lips.

The pressure was instant. Lottie’s mouth stretched around her, her tongue flattening instinctively beneath the weight of the strap as Shauna pushed in, slow but firm. The angle, her head tilted over the edge of the bed, made it easier for her to take it, and harder to escape it. Within seconds, she felt the head of it graze the back of her throat, making her eyes fly open wide.

She surprised even herself with how long she lasted before the first gag rolled through her, the reflex subtle, controlled. Her throat contracted once, and her fingers clenched faintly in the sheets beside her.

Shauna made a sound above her, low, appreciative. Her free hand brushed slowly over Lottie’s cheek, her thumb catching the corner of her mouth like she might wipe away drool that hadn’t even started yet.

“Good girl,” she cooed, her voice low and raspy, almost entirely breathless as she took in the sight beneath her.

Lottie blinked up at her, dazed and still, her eyes wet again, this time from the stretch in her throat, from the fullness, from the surrender.

Jackie, still kneeling between her legs, reached up to hold her thighs open wider, her nails dragging lightly along Lottie’s skin.

“Just breathe through it, baby,” she whispered. “You’re doing so good.”

And Lottie did. She stopped trying to fight it. She let herself be taken again.

Shauna held onto Lottie’s cheeks gently, her thumbs stroking faint lines across the flushed skin as she began to pull back. The movement was slow, deliberate, not rushed, not forceful, but still carried that commanding weight. Inch by inch, the silicone slipped from Lottie’s throat, her lips dragging wetly over the shaft as it retreated.

When the tip finally slipped from her mouth, Lottie gasped sharply through her nose, her chest shuddering with the desperate pull for air. A thick string of drool clung to her lower lip, tethered to the tip of the strap on for a second longer before it finally broke and dripped wetly down her cheek. She didn’t move to wipe it.

Her lips remained parted, jaw slack, throat tight from the stretch and the effort not to choke. Her eyes blinked up toward the ceiling again, unfocused, glassy with fresh tears.

Shauna watched the trail of saliva run from Lottie’s chin to her cheek, the rise and fall of her chest, the way she trembled from the inside out. She gave her face one last soft stroke before stepping back, content in the quiet devastation she’d left in her wake.

And then Jackie moved.

Lottie hadn’t even noticed the shift until it was already happening, Jackie’s hands spreading her thighs a little further apart, her mouth lowering between them without announcement, without mercy. Her breath hit her first, warm, deliberate, and then came her tongue.

It didn’t take long.

The moment Jackie’s tongue found her clit, Lottie shattered. The sobbing began almost instantly. Not from pain but from the unbearable, sweet violence of relief. Her body buckled with it, knees twitching, her hands grasping for something, anything to hold on to as her mind spiraled into a haze of sensation. 

The pressure had been building for so long, too long, and Jackie knew exactly where to touch her. Exactly how to tip her over.

Her sobs were quiet at first, just shuddering exhales, but they built fast, spilling from her in helpless waves. Her hands flew to her face, covering her eyes, her breath hitching wildly between each broken cry. Her whole body trembled with the force of it, hips rolling forward into Jackie’s mouth, thighs trembling against her shoulders.

Jackie didn’t stop.

She licked her slowly at first, savoring her, like she was tasting something sacred. Then deeper, firmer, her hands squeezing at Lottie’s thighs to keep her open as she buried her mouth against her.

Lottie sobbed harder, back arching, her voice dissolving into unintelligible whimpers.

Still standing in front of Lottie’s face as it hung limply over the side of the bed, Shauna didn’t wait long. Her hand came back to Lottie’s flushed cheek, fingers curling against the soft, tear-wet skin. Her grip wasn’t gentle this time, it was possessive, her thumb forcing Lottie’s jaw open with a small but commanding pressure.

“Open that mouth again,” she rasped, her voice rough with arousal. Lottie obeyed instinctively, her lips parting with a broken gasp, her eyes barely fluttering open.

Without hesitation, Shauna shoved the strap back into her mouth, groaning under her breath as she felt the immediate resistance of Lottie’s throat.

A string of drool was already falling from her mouth, catching on her cheek as her jaw adjusted to the girth. Her tongue flattened beneath it, and Shauna pressed deeper, slower than before but with far more intent, like she wanted Lottie to feel every inch sliding into her throat.

“Fuck,” Shauna hissed. “Choke on it, baby.”

She let her hips roll forward until she bottomed out, her pelvis pressing against Lottie’s lips, forcing her nose against her skin. The muffled gag that vibrated against the shaft made Shauna throw her head back with a moan. She gripped the base of the strap with one hand, the other still tangled in the hair on Lottie’s temple, holding her in place with firm control as she rocked slightly.

It wasn’t the choking alone that got her off, it was the whole picture. Lottie’s face tear-streaked and wet, her throat bulging faintly with the shape of it, her eyes fluttering closed again like she couldn’t take much more.

But Jackie made sure she could.

Because Jackie was the one between her legs now, mouth pressed firmly to Lottie’s soaked cunt, tongue working in practiced circles around her clit. There was a steadiness to her rhythm, precise, relentless, like she knew exactly what Lottie needed after twenty long minutes of being denied it. Her hands held Lottie’s thighs open, her thumbs stroking absent little patterns on her hips like she was calming her through the torture.

Shauna didn’t slow down. She thrust shallowly, steadily into Lottie’s mouth, watching the way her throat flexed around the silicone, how the mess pooled at the corners of her lips. She was crying again, not from sadness, not even from pain, but from being overwhelmed. It was leaking out of her now, her pleasure, her submission, her mind.

And Jackie made sure of it. She flicked her tongue harder against Lottie’s clit, and that was all it took.

The whimper that tore from Lottie’s throat vibrated against Shauna’s cock, and Shauna groaned, head snapping forward again to watch.

Lottie’s whole body arched, jerking against Jackie’s mouth, her knees buckling on either side of her head. Her hips bucked upward and Jackie didn’t budge, she kept her mouth right there, pressing harder, flicking faster until the orgasm finally, finally ripped through her.

It was wild, uncontrolled, beautiful.

She moaned loudly around the strap, her gagging mingling with sobs as her legs trembled violently, her toes curling against the sheets. Jackie pulled one hand down to her abdomen, pressing just above her pelvis to keep her grounded while she rode it out, licking her through the high like she was drinking from the source.

Shauna looked down at her with unblinking focus, her own hips stuttering now with arousal. Her grip in Lottie’s hair tightened, her thrusts deepening.

“God, look at her,” she muttered, breathless. “Fucking ruined.”

Jackie smiled softly, smugly. “She needed it. That’s what happens when you’re a little tease.”

And Lottie, limp and shaking between them, could only sob and moan around the cock in her mouth, every part of her lit up, every nerve ending singing. There was no room for thought now, only the weight in her throat, the tongue between her legs, and the heat still blooming somewhere deep in her chest.

Shauna kept her pace steady, slow, deliberate thrusts, in and out, deep enough to keep Lottie gagging, but never hurried. Her jaw was tight, eyes half-lidded and locked on the girl’s face as the pressure began to build, Lottie’s sobs and muffled noises vibrating up through the strap in rhythmic, wet pulses.

Between the pressure around her cock and the visual of Lottie’s stretched, tear-streaked mouth, it all crashed into her like a wave. She came hard, her body stiffening with a guttural moan, her eyes squeezing shut as she bottomed out one final time. She held herself there, still and tense, the strap buried deep in Lottie’s throat while her breath sputtered in ragged bursts.

When it passed, she let out a long exhale through her nose, her shoulders relaxing first. She didn’t speak right away. Instead, she ran a hand gently through Lottie’s damp hair, not pulling now, just pushing it back from her sweaty, flushed forehead as she caught her breath.

Finally, when her pulse slowed, she slid herself slowly from Lottie’s mouth. The toy slipped free with a slick, wet sound, followed by a thick strand of drool clinging between Lottie’s lips and the shaft, breaking and falling to her collarbone. She was still crying.

Jackie didn’t hesitate.

She reached down, arms sliding beneath Lottie’s armpits to pull her up with gentle, practiced ease. She brought her into her arms like she’d been waiting to, like she needed to. Lottie collapsed against her without resistance, her entire body limp, overwhelmed, shaking from head to toe.

Jackie held her face between her hands, the same way she might hold something fragile and valuable. She tilted it slightly up toward her, gently rubbing her thumbs under each puffy, wet eye.

“You did so good, baby,” she whispered, quiet and sincere, her voice soft in a way that felt earned. “I’m so proud of you.”

Lottie let out a half sob, half sigh, the kind that came from somewhere deep in the chest, where adrenaline and safety met for the first time. She didn’t respond with words. She didn’t need to. Jackie shifted them both up the bed and pressed her spine into the headboard, pulling Lottie onto her lap, arranging her limbs like she weighed nothing.

The girl straddled her lap, long legs folded around Jackie’s waist, her entire frame still trembling. She was naked, flushed, and completely undone, her face buried in Jackie’s shoulder as her breathing slowly started to settle.

She blinked her eyes open just enough to follow Shauna with her gaze.

Shauna was silent as she unbuckled the harness from her hips. The leather squeaked faintly as she loosened each strap, dropping them one by one. Her expression had softened, though she tried not to show it, her eyes cast slightly downward as she let the cock fall to the floor near the edge of the bed. She paused for a beat, like she was grounding herself, then quietly turned and padded into the bathroom.

Jackie kept rocking her. Slow, fluid. She pressed her cheek into the top of Lottie’s head, one hand running down the length of her spine while the other rested on the back of her head. Every now and then, her thumb would trace a lazy circle against her skin, just to remind her she was still here. Still held.

Lottie’s sobs eventually dulled to sniffling, the kind that came with deep, tired breaths. Her fingers barely moved, resting limply on Jackie’s hip.

When Shauna returned, her footsteps were light. In one hand, she held a freshly dampened washcloth, and in the other, a bright green bottle that could only be aloe. She crouched down next to the bed, just beside Lottie’s shoulder, her knees creaking faintly as she sat low.

Her face was more open now, not soft, exactly, but quieter. Less performative.

She looked at Lottie for a long moment, taking in the mess they’d made of her, red eyes, trembling lip, sweat-slick skin, the bruises already starting to bloom across her thighs and parts of her hip. And then she smiled. Small, genuine.

“You’re a mess,” she murmured, not unkindly. There was something almost impressed about it. She dipped the cloth against Lottie’s cheek, pressing the cold fabric gently to her skin.

Lottie flinched, then let out a shivery exhale and leaned into it.

Shauna’s touch was careful, not reverent like Jackie’s, but something close. She wiped the tears and spit from her face, brushing her lips clean and dabbing at the streaks that had dried under her eyes. Then, just to soothe her, she pressed the cool cloth against her flushed forehead, holding it there for a few seconds without saying anything.

“Better?” she asked softly, quieter than Lottie had ever heard her speak.

The girl nodded against Jackie’s shoulder.

Shauna lingered for another beat, then moved behind her on the bed. Lottie didn’t need to look to feel her presence, the heat of her body near her back, the rustle of the sheets beneath her knees.

Then came her hands. Warm palms cupping her ass, fingers brushing featherlight over the flushed skin. She was gentle now, almost curious, as if she was assessing the damage.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath. “Nice work.”

There was a low, half-laugh in her voice, like she couldn’t believe how violent the marks were. She traced a fingertip over a red patch in the center of her left cheek, where blood had come to the surface.

Jackie only snorted, arms still wrapped firmly around Lottie, as if the girl might dissolve if she let her go too soon. She hadn’t stopped rocking her, slow and even, a rhythm that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with comfort. It was instinctive, maternal almost, the kind of soothing that no one ever offered Lottie growing up. And now, here it was, unexpected and warm, wrapping around her like a current.

She hadn’t realized how badly she’d needed it. Not until she was there, buried in Jackie’s arms, letting herself be held like something precious instead of something to endure.

The moment was quiet, hushed, and then she heard the creak of the bed as Shauna slid off of it, her bare feet padding softly across the floor. There was the soft rattle of a closet door being nudged open, followed by the rustle of hangers and folded cotton. Lottie blinked her eyes open just barely, just in time to catch sight of Shauna, now completely naked, bent over and digging through a low drawer.

She looked so casual like that. Sharp angles and lean muscle, skin marked with old bruises and a single faint scar down the back of her thigh. When she turned and caught Lottie looking, her face changed, not in a harsh way, just something playful flashing behind her eyes.

“Enjoying the show, pervert?” she teased, cocking a brow. And much to her surprise, Lottie smiled. It was small and fleeting, but real, tugging at the corners of her lips before she tucked her face shyly back into Jackie’s shoulder.

Shauna gave a low laugh, barely audible, and shook her head as she stepped into a pair of loose plaid pajama pants. She pulled a dark oversized shirt over her head, it slipped down past her hips like it was made to drown her, and then tied her hair back at the base of her neck in a quick, messy knot. The red strands fell crooked and uneven, but it suited her. It always had.

“All right, baby,” Jackie murmured, patting Lottie’s back gently in a rhythm that let her know it was time. The tone of her voice had changed, not cold, never cold, but firm again, slightly more directive.

Lottie whined faintly but obeyed, sliding off Jackie’s lap with sluggish limbs and settling down onto the mattress. Her thighs ached, her ass throbbed in a dull, steady burn, and the air against her flushed skin felt almost too much.

She didn’t complain. She waited, letting her body sink forward a little to keep pressure off her bruises.

“Let’s get you taken care of,” Jackie said, passing Shauna as she headed to the dresser at the foot of the bed. Her hand dragged briefly over Shauna’s stomach in passing, fingers gliding without pause, and Shauna tilted her head slightly in acknowledgment.

Jackie crouched and began rifling through drawers with quiet efficiency, murmuring to herself as she sorted through soft layers. She finally came back with a pair of loose sweats, some of Shauna’s boy shorts, and a faded t-shirt that was comically oversized, the hem already dragging against her thigh as she laid it down beside Lottie.

“You’ll disappear in this thing,” Jackie teased softly, and though Lottie didn’t laugh, her lip twitched again.

She helped Lottie to her feet, her hands gentle beneath her arms. The brunette was pliant, letting herself be guided with a quiet sort of trust. Jackie turned her so she was facing the bed and leaned her forward gently until her elbows touched the mattress.

Lottie gasped softly at the pressure on her sore muscles, but Jackie’s hand was already there on her spine, rubbing small circles in a slow, grounding motion.

Then came her voice, smooth, low, intimate “What do you think?”

It was for Shauna. Lottie could tell without even turning her head, she could feel the moment Jackie stepped back, exposing her body to the other girl’s gaze like a painting she was proud of.

She squirmed instinctively under their eyes, but Jackie’s palm pressed gently into her back.

“Be still, baby,” she said, her voice just stern enough to freeze her in place.

Then came the soft creak of the floorboards again, Shauna approaching from behind. Her bare feet stopped just at the edge of the rug. The next thing Lottie felt was fingers, warm, calloused, familiar, brushing softly over her tender skin.

“Damn,” Shauna breathed, taking in the damage under the low light above. “Didn’t think you had that in you, babe.”

She leaned in and kissed Jackie, a short peck that said more than it looked like. Then she knelt again, crouching behind Lottie’s bent frame as her fingers lightly traced the edge of a red bruise along her hip. Her thumb pressed into it,  just enough to make Lottie jolt.

“Kinda hot,” Shauna murmured, her voice gone husky now, though she didn’t push it further.

Jackie smiled faintly, but when she saw the way Lottie’s legs had started to tremble again, she exhaled through her nose and grabbed the aloe.

“Easy,” she said, not to Lottie, but to Shauna.

Shauna tilted her head and backed off just enough, settling her hand flat against the small of Lottie’s back, grounding her. She didn’t tease again, not this time. She just kept her palm there, steady and firm, while Jackie squeezed a generous amount of aloe into her hand.

It was cold when it touched her skin, Lottie hissed softly through her teeth, but Jackie’s strokes were gentle. She worked slowly, rubbing it in with soft pressure, soothing each welt with practiced care. She whispered reassurances under her breath as she worked, thumbing the aloe into the bruises like she was putting something back together.

“You did so well,” Jackie whispered, brushing a kiss to her lower back. “Such a good girl.”

Shauna didn’t speak for a moment, but her hand never left Lottie’s body. Her thumb moved in small, slow circles, not teasing, just present. Just there.

“Okay, Lot,” Jackie spoke again, her voice quiet and encouraging as her palm gave a light pat to her hip. It wasn’t commanding now, it was coaxing, careful. Something between a gesture and a reassurance.

Lottie nodded, slow and heavy, and straightened herself up with a little wince. She stood, still taller than both of them even in her wrecked state, but the way her shoulders curled inward, the way her gaze stayed low, she looked so much smaller now. Fragile, almost. Vulnerable in a way that felt unguarded instead of ashamed.

Jackie crouched in front of her, unhurried, holding out the boyshorts with both hands like she was helping a child get dressed. Lottie didn’t even hesitate, she reached out, bracing a hand on Jackie’s shoulder for balance. Her legs trembled as she lifted one foot, and Jackie steadied her immediately with a soft murmur of, “Easy, baby.”

She got her left foot in with a stumble, then the other. Jackie slid the shorts up her long, sore legs, guiding the fabric over the rawest parts of the backs of her thighs with gentle fingers. She was slow once she reached the bruises, careful not to drag or tug, but Lottie still hissed as the waistband slid over a welt nearing her lower back.

Jackie hushed her, her voice close and low. “I know, baby. Almost done.” She gave her a light squeeze, more of a check-in than anything.

Next came the shirt, oversized, soft, and so long it practically hung halfway to her knees. Jackie stood and held it open by the shoulders, stretching the arm holes a bit so Lottie wouldn’t have to lift too high. Even still, the girl moved slowly, her face pinched as she threaded her arms through with a soft wince.

“Good girl,” Jackie whispered, slipping the shirt over her head and gently tugging it down. She reached in and carefully pulled Lottie’s hair out from where it had gotten caught in the collar, letting the dark strands fall in soft waves down her back.

“There you go, my love,” Jackie said, smoothing a hand down her side once the shirt was settled.

She took Lottie’s hand, fingers curling through hers, and guided her toward the door. They moved at a slow, measured pace, with Lottie favoring one side slightly, the boxers rubbing uncomfortably against the sore spots on the backs of her thighs. Jackie stayed close at her side, one step ahead when they reached the top of the staircase.

Shauna followed just behind them, saying nothing, but present. Her eyes didn’t leave Lottie’s back as they descended the stairs, quiet, for once, but still watching. Still involved.

Downstairs, the house was dim and quiet, the early evening light pooling in warm slants through the windows. Jackie made her way over to the couch, adjusting a throw pillow in her lap and sinking down into the cushions with a slow exhale.

She spread her arm out instinctively, palm upturned in silent invitation.

Lottie didn’t wait. She moved across the room with a limp in her step and a furrow in her brow, but with no hesitation. She curled up along Jackie’s lap, head resting on the pillow she’d fluffed, her cheek pressed into the soft fabric as she folded herself small and tight. She didn’t say a word.

Jackie draped a thin blanket over her legs, crooked and clumsy, but Lottie barely seemed to register it. Her eyes fluttered closed almost instantly, her lashes brushing the pillow, and within moments, her breath was evening out into soft, slow rhythms.

Shauna circled around the couch and took her place on the other side of Jackie, their shoulders touching. She slung an arm loosely over Jackie’s shoulder and let her head tilt toward her, watching as Jackie’s fingers began to thread gently through Lottie’s hair.

It was a slow rhythm, repetitive, soothing in the way only Jackie could manage.

“We should invite her over more,” Shauna murmured, not quite joking, not quite serious.

Jackie’s lips twitched into a grin before she turned toward her, swatting her lightly on the arm with the back of her hand.

Shauna chuckled but didn’t pull away.

Jackie turned her attention back down to the girl dozing in her lap, her thumb brushing along the curve of her temple. Lottie didn’t stir.

She watched her for a moment longer before answering, soft and simple, without looking up.

“We should,” she said.

Shauna scoffed, but it was gentle. She leaned into Jackie’s side more fully, the weight of her body resting without tension now, her eyes still on Lottie’s sleeping face.

Neither of them said anything else, and Lottie certainly didn’t, as she was ready for sleep before she’d even laid down.

The house settled into silence, warm and quiet, like the three of them had been carved into a space that no one else could touch. Lottie slept deeply, her mouth parted slightly, her lashes damp and her breath calm. Jackie kept stroking her hair, slow and tender. Shauna’s thumb traced light circles at the base of Jackie’s neck.

Something had shifted.

Neither of them named it, but it was there, quiet and real. The weight of what they’d done. The comfort they’d offered after. The way none of them pulled away. And for now, that was enough.

They stayed like that as the light outside began to fade, letting the evening close in around them. Together.