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The kitchen was quiet. Late golden light slanted through the window, catching the edges of the tile and the half-empty coffee mug Raelle had abandoned on the counter.
Scylla leaned against the frame of the doorway, arms crossed, watching her wife with narrowed eyes.
Raelle was making a show of not noticing.
She was barefoot, still in her black scrubs, hair a little messy from the shift she'd just come off, a line of tension running through her shoulders. She moved around the kitchen, opening cabinets just a little too sharply, muttering to herself about someone not putting things back where they belong.
Scylla let her.
For now.
Raelle turned, holding a protein bar in her hand like a grudge. “You eat the last of the peanut butter ones?”
Scylla raised an eyebrow. “We have three unopened boxes.”
Raelle shrugged, biting into the bar with all the defiance of a woman who definitely knew she was being watched. "Not the point.”
Scylla’s eyes followed the way Raelle leaned back against the counter. Casual. Controlled. Barely masking the chaos simmering underneath.
It had been like this all day.
Raelle snatching the last slice of toast at breakfast with a grin and no apology.
Rolling her eyes when Scylla offered to proofread her grant proposal before she sent it in.
Dodging kisses on the couch earlier, playful and smug, saying, “If you want it so bad, come get it.”
She knew what she was doing.
And Scylla had let her play.
Let her push.
But now?
Now the shift was beginning.
She moved into the kitchen slowly. Deliberate.
Raelle didn’t look up right away, but Scylla saw the moment she felt her approach, shoulders tightening just slightly, breath pausing mid-chew.
Scylla stepped in close. Her voice low. Measured. “You’ve been testing me all day.”
Raelle finally looked up. Chewed. Swallowed. Smirked. “Have I?"
Scylla took the wrapper from her hand, dropped it on the counter. “Oh, sweetheart.”
She reached up and brushed Raelle’s messy hair back from her face, slow and soft. "You have no idea what you’ve earned.”
Raelle’s breath caught. Just for a second. Her pupils blown wide.
But she didn’t back down.
Didn’t drop her gaze.
“What are you going to do about it?”
Scylla kissed the corner of her mouth. Gentle.
Then whispered, voice like satin and sin: “Go wait in the bedroom. Naked. Knees on the floor.”
Raelle’s eyes flared. The smirk faltered.
And then she obeyed.
She closed the bedroom door behind her.
The moment the latch clicked, it hit her: the shift. The silence. The weight of her own heartbeat.
Gone was the bratty little smirk she’d been hiding behind all day.
Now?
She was just Raelle.
And she was about to be Scylla’s.
She pulled her shirt off slowly, fingers brushing over her ribs, her stomach, her breath catching at how hot her skin already felt. The rest of her clothes followed, scrubs, underwear, everything dropped neatly to the floor in a way that almost made her laugh.
She didn’t feel neat. She felt wrecked already.
And Scylla hadn’t even touched her yet.
Raelle knelt in the center of the room. Her usual place. Back straight, knees slightly parted, hands resting on her thighs, palms up. She let out a shaky breath.
The anticipation burned.
Because Scylla hadn’t said how long she’d be.
Which meant it would be long enough to hurt.
Her muscles tightened as she imagined her walking down the hall, feet soft on the hardwood, hair already up, hands already deciding how to ruin her.
Raelle swallowed.
She wanted to squirm. But she stayed still. Because she’d earned this. And she wanted to earn the rest.
Scylla
Scylla didn’t go straight to the bedroom. She stayed in the kitchen.
Deliberately.
She washed the coffee mug. Dried her hands slowly on the dishtowel. Because Raelle was waiting.
And that thought, Raelle, naked, kneeling, obedient now after being such a fucking menace all day, it filled her mouth with hunger.
But she wouldn’t rush.
Raelle had pushed her.
Had smiled while doing it.
She wanted this. Needed this.
So Scylla let the tension build.
Let it coil.
She walked to their bedroom with the slow, deliberate steps of someone who owned what was on the other side of the door.
She paused at the threshold.
Exhaled.
And opened the door.
Raelle was there. Exactly as ordered.
Naked. Kneeling. Her back straight but her breath shaky, her cheeks flushed, her thighs already glistening.
Scylla’s chest ached.
“Look at you,” she said, voice low and full of something dark. “You do remember how to behave.”
Raelle didn’t speak.
Didn’t move.
Just looked up at her.
And Scylla smiled, slow, dangerous, and very, very proud.
“Good,” she said, shutting the door behind her. “Because now we can begin.”
Scylla stepped slowly around her, feet light on the floor, her presence circling Raelle like smoke. She made no move to touch her. Not yet. Just watched. Took her in.
“You pushed all day,” she said, voice low, steady. “Rolled your eyes. Took my toast. Ignored my offer to help.”
Raelle’s breath hitched. But she stayed still.
"And then you had the nerve to smirk at me in the kitchen like you didn’t want to be on your knees for this.”
Scylla stopped in front of her.
Close.
So close Raelle could feel her body heat. Could smell the soft floral note of her perfume.
Raelle looked up.
Scylla’s hand snapped out instantly, catching the side of her face, not hard, but firm, fingers curling into her jaw, pushing her head down.
“Don’t look at me.”
Raelle gasped. “Yes, ma’am.”
Her eyes dropped to the floor immediately.
Scylla stepped in closer, the toes of her boots just barely brushing Raelle’s knees.
She bent slightly, letting her voice fall just above a whisper. “You knew what you were doing.”
Raelle swallowed hard.
“You wanted this.”
Raelle nodded once, quickly.
"And you’re going to stay there until I decide you’ve earned the right to be anything else.”
Raelle whispered, breathless: “Yes, ma’am.”
Scylla’s fingers came down, just the tips, trailing along Raelle’s shoulder, then her neck, then her jaw. Featherlight. Insultingly soft.
Then crack, her hand across Raelle’s thigh. A sharp smack that made Raelle jolt but stay in place. “You will not move unless I say.”
Raelle’s voice was thick with arousal. “Yes, ma’am.”
“You will not speak unless I ask you a question.”
“Y—”
Smack. Her other thigh.
Raelle bit back the sound. Blinked.
Scylla circled behind her now. Her hand dropped to Raelle’s back, pressing between her shoulder blades. Just the weight of her palm.
“You’ve always been such a good girl,” she murmured. “So obedient. So soft.”
Another smack, lower, on the curve of her ass. Raelle shuddered, her hands clenching on her thighs.
"And now you’re going to remember how to be that girl.”
She crouched down, mouth just by Raelle’s ear. “I’m going to take my time with you. You don’t get off your knees until I’m convinced you’ve learned your lesson.”
Raelle’s breath hitched. Her knees ached. Her thighs trembled. And she couldn’t stop the way her lips parted and whispered;
“Thank you, ma’am.”
Scylla smiled.
Dark. Hungry. In control.
“We’re just getting started.”
Raelle’s head stayed bowed, her breath shallow and tight in her chest.
The floor was cold beneath her knees. Her palms rested flat on her thighs. Her muscles ached with the effort of stillness.
Behind her, Scylla moved.
She hadn’t spoken again.
Hadn’t touched her.
Just moved.
Quiet steps.
The soft slide of a zipper.
A breath like silk over skin.
The low shff of clothes being dropped onto the chair.
Raelle clenched her jaw.
She could hear it all. Could imagine every inch of Scylla’s body being revealed, shoulders, breasts, thighs, everything she wasn’t allowed to see.
“If you even think about looking up,” Scylla said suddenly, voice slicing through the air, “I promise you’ll regret it.”
Raelle’s breath stuttered.
Her eyes stayed locked on the floor.
“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered.
Behind her, the bed creaked as Scylla sat. Or maybe leaned back. Maybe stretched her legs. Raelle didn’t know. She wasn’t allowed to look.
And that was the point.
She could only imagine.
Then soft, bare feet against the floorboards.
Closer.
And then heat.
Scylla knelt beside her again.
Completely naked.
And in control.
Raelle flinched when she felt it, Scylla’s hand on her back, soft at first, trailing slowly down her spine.
“Do you know how wet you are?” she whispered, her mouth brushing the shell of Raelle’s ear.
Raelle shuddered.
Scylla leaned in closer. “I could smell you across the room. You’re dripping onto the fucking floor, aren’t you?”
Raelle whimpered. Just a sound, barely a breath.
And then Scylla’s tongue darted out, hot, sudden, dragging across Raelle’s ear.
Raelle jerked.
“You want me to touch you.” Scylla murmured, her hand ghosting down between Raelle’s thighs, not quite touching, but close enough to feel the heat. “I know you want it."
Raelle’s mouth opened.
“I—”
Smack.
Raelle cried out, the sound ripped from her throat as Scylla’s hand landed sharply on her ass.
“I told you not to speak unless I asked you a question.”
Raelle gasped, back arching slightly.
“I’m sorry—ma’am—”
Smack.
Harder this time.
"That wasn’t a question either.”
Raelle moaned into the floor, her whole body burning.
Scylla’s fingers finally slid between her thighs, slow, cruel, sliding through slick folds and circling her clit once before pulling away again.
Raelle whimpered.
Scylla exhaled a laugh, breath hot at her ear.
“You’re going to stay like this until I decide to give you what you want. And if you ever open that mouth again without my permission…”
Her tongue licked the edge of Raelle’s ear. “I’ll make you wait all night.”
Raelle trembled.
Obedient.
Ruined.
And so fucking ready.
Raelle’s knees ached. Her thighs trembled from the effort of holding still, from the tension threading through her entire body like wire. Her breath came in quiet, controlled gasps. Her fingers twitched where they rested obediently on her thighs.
But her head?
Still bowed.
Her eyes?
Still on the floor.
Because she was a good girl.
Even now.
Even while Scylla circled her like a predator in silk.
Naked. Quiet. In absolute control.
“You’ve been quiet for a while,” Scylla said, stopping just behind her. “I’m impressed.”
Raelle didn’t answer.
Smack.
One hand across the curve of her ass, sharp, fast, enough to draw a breathy whimper from Raelle’s throat.
“I didn’t ask you to speak,” Scylla murmured, stepping closer. “Just letting you know how proud I am.”
She crouched again, her front pressed lightly to Raelle’s back. Her hands slid around to cup Raelle’s breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples, slow and teasing. “You like this, don’t you? Being put in your place. Staying on your knees while I walk around you naked, untouched.”
Raelle’s chest rose sharply, a broken exhale catching in her throat.
Scylla’s hands moved lower, fingertips trailing down her stomach, between her legs, slipping through her folds like a promise. “You’re soaked. You’re begging without saying a word.”
Raelle twitched.
Scylla’s fingers pressed inside her, two at once, slow, stretching her open.
Raelle moaned, low and shaking, her body jerking forward from the intensity of just that.
Scylla fucked her slowly, deep, curling inside her just enough to make her thighs tremble harder.
Then she pulled out again.
Raelle didn’t speak.
Didn’t plead.
She whimpered.
But she didn’t break.
“That’s it,” Scylla whispered, tongue brushing the edge of her ear. “Take it. Be good for me. Let me tease you until your body gives out.”
She stood up again, walking around to Raelle’s front. “Open your mouth.”
Raelle obeyed instantly.
Scylla slipped two wet fingers past her lips, slow and firm, watching her suck them in like it was sacred.
“You taste like you’ve been begging me for hours.”
Raelle whimpered around her fingers.
Scylla pulled them free and tapped her cheek gently.
“Still not going to ask for it?”
Raelle’s jaw trembled.
But she shook her head, just once.
“Good girl,” Scylla said.
And spanked her again.
Then she circled behind her one more time, hands sliding down her spine, soft and sure, before slipping back between her legs.
Her fingers entered her again. This time, slow and rough, deeper. She fucked her harder, just for a few strokes, just long enough to make Raelle’s whole body shake.
And then pulled out.
Again.
Raelle let out a sob into the floor.
But she didn’t speak.
Didn’t move.
Just knelt there, wrecked and dripping and desperate.
Still her head was down.
Still her mouth was shut.
Still she was a good girl.
And Scylla?
Scylla was on fire.
“One more round,” she whispered. “And then maybe—maybe—I’ll let you beg.”
Raelle’s body trembled.
She’d been edged for what felt like hours, spanked, stretched, teased until her knees were numb and her thighs were soaked. Her arms ached from holding the same position. Her skin buzzed with heat. Her mind floated somewhere between pain and euphoria.
But still, Her head stayed down.
Her gaze fixed on the floor.
Her mouth stayed closed.
She was perfect.
Scylla crouched behind her again, breath warm against her back, her fingers sliding between her folds once more, two fingers inside, slow and filthy, pushing deep until Raelle’s body arched, back curving like a bow.
She fucked her for a few strokes, rougher now, knowing Raelle was right on the edge, her body desperate for release.
Then she pulled out again.
Raelle whimpered, her hips jerking forward from the loss.
Scylla licked the sweat at the nape of her neck.
“One more time,” she whispered. “Just one more.”
She walked in front of her again, naked, towering, watching her girl shake with obedience.
Then, without warning, her hand gripped Raelle’s hair, tight, commanding and yanked her head up.
Raelle gasped.
But her eyes?
Stayed down.
Locked on the floor, even as her head was pulled up, her neck exposed, her mouth trembling.
Because Scylla hadn’t told her to look.
Hadn’t said she could.
Scylla stared at her, face flushed, chest heaving, mouth open and so damn obedient it made Scylla’s thighs clench.
"You’re perfect,” she whispered.
Raelle didn’t answer.
Couldn’t.
Scylla bent down, her voice low and final. “Look at me now.”
Raelle’s eyes snapped to hers.
Wide.
Glassy.
Full of need.
Full of awe.
Scylla’s grip in her hair gentled, one hand stroking her cheek.
“Beg for it.”
Raelle gasped. “Please, ma’am—please fuck me—please let me come—I’ve been good—I’ve been so good—”
Her voice broke. Her body shook.
But still?
She didn’t move.
Didn’t reach.
Didn’t rise from her knees.
Scylla moaned, wrecked by the sight of her.
She tightened her grip and yanked Raelle up, off her knees, dragging her to the bed like she owned her.
Raelle stumbled, breath hitched, but didn’t resist.
Scylla pushed her down onto all fours, ass up, dripping between her thighs.
She stood behind her, admiring the trembling mess she’d made. “Show me that dripping cunt.”
Raelle arched her back instantly, thighs spreading, her whole body an offering. “Yes, ma’am.”
Scylla stood behind her, admiring the sight like she was studying a masterpiece.
Raelle on all fours, thighs parted, back arched, her cunt glistening in the low light, soaked, twitching, ready.
Her whole body a trembling invitation.
Scylla raised her hand and slapped her ass, hard, once, then again, each strike sharp, reverberating through Raelle’s hips. Raelle moaned, her arms nearly giving out beneath her.
And then Scylla stepped away.
Raelle whimpered, her head dropping, still holding position.
Still waiting.
Scylla crossed the room, slow and deliberate, pulling the harness and strap from the drawer. Her breath was shallow. Her fingers steady. She slid the straps into place, buckled the harness tight.
Because if she was going to fuck Raelle now, after all of this, it was going to be proper.
It was going to be hard.
Deep.
Ruining.
She walked back to the bed, the faint sound of the harness shifting with every step.
Raelle didn’t lift her head.
Didn’t turn.
Just presented herself, back arched, her body offered to the room, to the night, to Scylla.
Scylla climbed onto the bed behind her and let the tip of the toy slide through her folds, slick, slow, teasing her entrance without pushing in.
Raelle gasped, her hips twitching, her entire body poised on the edge of need.
Scylla gripped her hips, fingers digging in. "Do you want this?”
Raelle whimpered. “Yes, ma’am.”
Scylla’s voice was a whisper against her lower back. “Beg for it then.”
She dragged the head of the strap just inside, enough to feel the stretch, not enough to satisfy. “Beg me to fuck you like a good girl.”
Raelle’s voice cracked, shaking, sobbing with want. “Please—ma’am—please fuck me—I need it, I need you—please—I’ll be good—I’ll be so good—please, please—”
Scylla groaned low in her throat, fingers tightening. “That’s more like it.”
And she slammed into her.
Hard.
Deep.
To the hilt.
Raelle moaned, her whole body rocking forward from the force of it, her hands clawing at the sheets as Scylla drove into her again.
"You want to be fucked like a good girl?” Scylla growled behind her, her hips snapping with brutal rhythm. “Then you’re going to take every inch.”
And Raelle?
She did.
Scylla fucked into her, deep and hard, hips slapping skin, every thrust punching a gasp out of Raelle’s throat.
Her hands gripped Raelle’s hips so tight her nails dug in, dragging her back onto the strap again and again, burying it to the hilt every time.
“You’re such a good girl,” Scylla growled, her voice cracked and low. “Taking it so well—fuck, this pussy, Raelle—You're so wet, so tight—so perfect.”
Raelle gasped into the sheets, her fingers clawing at the mattress, her back arched, ass in the air, offered, wrecked, completely hers.
Scylla leaned over her, one hand sliding down her back, smoothing sweat-slick skin, the other gripping her hip as she slammed into her again.
“You beg so pretty,” she whispered, her mouth at Raelle’s ear. “You make me so wet when you beg.”
Raelle whimpered, her thighs trembling, the head of the strap nudging perfectly deep inside her with every thrust.
“You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am—” Raelle cried, voice ragged, wrecked.
“Say it again.”
“I’m your good girl—I’m yours—”
“Yes you fucking are.”
Scylla fucked her harder, hips slamming into her with bruising rhythm, the strap driving deep, her body flush to Raelle’s.
She felt it, Raelle tightening, clenching, body shivering with the coming wave of release.
Scylla growled into her ear:
“Not yet.”
Raelle moaned into the sheets, hips jerking, chasing the pressure Scylla was building.
Scylla slowed her pace, hips rolling instead of snapping, the strap dragging inside her slow and deliberate now.
Raelle whimpered.
“You love this,” Scylla panted. “You love when I don’t let you come.”
“Yes, ma’am—fuck—please—I do.”
Scylla grinned, panting harder now, sweat rolling down her spine.
She slammed back into her, picking up speed again, the flat head of the strap grinding into her own center with every thrust.
Her hand grabbed Raelle’s shoulder, tight and the other fisted in her hair, yanking her head back.
“Stay right there.”
Raelle cried out, body jerking, but she obeyed, her face twisted in need, her mouth open in a silent sob.
Scylla fucked her through it, riding her like a mare, grinding herself against the harness, the heat between her thighs climbing fast.
Raelle moaned and moaned, each sound driving Scylla closer.
“Don’t stop—fuck, Raelle—I love it when you moan for me.”
And Scylla came.
Hard.
Her body convulsed, the strap grinding against her clit as she kept thrusting, riding the wave with one hand still yanking Raelle’s hair and the other clawed into her shoulder.
She gasped, voice ragged, trembling as her orgasm spilled through her like fire.
But she didn’t stop.
Even as her thighs trembled, her body aching, she kept fucking her, deeper now, slower, but harder.
Scylla kissed the back of her neck, her voice hoarse and wrecked and worshipful.
"You’re such a good girl.”
Thrust.
“So obedient.”
Thrust.
“Such a pretty cunt—open for me—taking me so well—”
And then, finally she leaned forward, lips at Raelle’s ear.
“You wanna come baby?”
Raelle moaned, "Please, please, let me come."
Scylla thrust harder, faster, deeper. "What do you want? beg for it."
Raelle gasped each time Scylla thrust into her, "Touch—Touch my clit—please–please."
Scylla reached round, her fingers finding Raelles clit, wet and throbbing, as she began to circle in smooth practised motions. "That's it baby," She whispered "You take me so well, you're such a good girl."
Scylla kept fucking her, hard and fast, fingers working Raelles clit, Raelle was writhing beneath her, utterly gone, fingers gripping the sheets as Scylla pounded into her from behind. "You gonna come baby? tell me, tell me when, I wanna here it."
"Oh god," Raelle moaned "Don't stop—don't stop—please–I'm—."
Her body locked up, thighs shaking violently as her orgasm tore through her, hard, loud, total. Her whole body convulsed under Scylla, her mouth open in a cry of surrender and release.
Scylla held her through it, still inside, still deep, her hands softening, stroking her back, her hair, her ribs.
“That’s it,” she whispered. “Good girl. Good girl. I’ve got you.”
Raelle collapsed into the sheets, spent, trembling, broken open in the best way.
And Scylla curled over her, still buried deep inside, kissed her shoulder, her spine, her temple.
Raelle lay on her front, her body still humming, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. Her limbs were heavy, skin flushed and sticky with sweat, her thighs trembling with the aftershocks of being pushed right to the edge and back.
Scylla collapsed beside her onto her back, one arm flung across the pillows, her chest heaving, skin slick and hot. She looked wrecked in the most beautiful way, hair tangled, mouth open, the kind of glow that didn’t come from the light but from owning someone so completely and being loved through it.
Raelle twisted her head to look at her. Just look.
Scylla turned too, breath catching as their eyes met, both of them spent and shining, every wall between them stripped away.
Raelle pushed herself up slowly, muscles shaking in protest.
She didn’t say a word.
Just slid herself gently over Scylla’s hips.
Straddling her.
Lowering herself back onto the strap still harnessed to her, her slick heat welcoming it without resistance, fitting like it had always belonged there.
Scylla gasped, her hands flying to Raelle’s waist, soft now, gentle and steady.
She didn’t move.
Didn’t thrust.
Just held her there, her eyes wide with something more than hunger now, something like awe and worship.
Raelle leaned in and kissed her.
Slow. Soft. Delicate.
Scylla moaned into it, her hands still at Raelle’s waist, thumbs stroking her skin like she couldn’t stop touching her.
When Raelle pulled back, Scylla’s voice came quiet, low in her throat. “You know you can always just ask me if you want something, right?”
Raelle tilted her head.
“You don’t have to be a brat to get it. I’d give you anything. Any desire. Any need. All of it.”
Raelle smiled. Pressed her forehead to Scylla’s. "I know.”
She shifted, rolling her hips slowly in Scylla’s lap, the toy inside her sliding deeper.
"But that’s no fun.”
Scylla let out a helpless little groan.
“Much more fun,” Raelle whispered, “to let you put me back in my place. Let you take it."
Scylla moaned, because fuck, she was right.
Her hands tightened just slightly on Raelle’s waist, and she rocked her hips up, pushing the strap deeper.
Raelle gasped, her hands bracing on Scylla’s shoulders.
But it wasn’t about roughness now.
It was about being full. About sharing space. About moving together because they wanted to.
Because they could.
Raelle rolled her hips again, slow, steady and Scylla met her with a thrust just as lazy, just as perfect.
They fucked like that, slowly.
Holding each other.
Breath mingling.
Bodies sticky and aching but still needing more.
Raelle’s gasps were soft now, light and high and broken like sighs, taking everything Scylla was giving her.
And Scylla?
She just stared up at her, kissed her again, whispered through the kiss;
“You’re so beautiful.”
Raelle smiled, breathless.
"I'm yours.”
And they moved together, slow and unhurried, until nothing existed but hands and breath and love.
Raelle rode her slow, hips rolling in languid circles, her hands splayed on Scylla’s chest, her head bowed and mouth parted. The strap moved inside her perfectly, deep and steady, every stroke slow enough to be felt, to be cherished.
Scylla was panting beneath her, hands resting at Raelle’s waist, guiding, grounding. Her eyes were locked on her wife’s body, how she moved, how she shivered, how she trusted.
Raelle’s breath hitched, her rhythm stuttering as her orgasm built again, tender and warm, rising like a slow tide in her belly.
“Scylla—oh—fuck—keep going—just like that."
Scylla sat up just enough to press her lips to Raelle’s shoulder, her voice like velvet. “That’s it. Let go.”
And Raelle did.
Her body shook, thighs tightening around Scylla’s hips, her voice breaking into a soft, high moan as she came again, slow, beautiful, exquisite.
She collapsed forward, forehead resting against Scylla’s collarbone, breath coming in soft, broken gasps.
Scylla held her close, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other running gently up and down her spine.
She didn’t pull out.
She didn’t stop.
Instead, she leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Raelle’s ear.
“Again.”
Raelle whimpered, her whole body twitching, too sensitive and too full but her arms tightened around Scylla’s shoulders, and she nodded.
"I want to make you come again,” Scylla whispered. “Let me.”
And she started to move.
Still inside her, still so deep, she rocked her hips upward, gentle, perfect, each thrust dragging the toy through Raelle’s over-sensitive walls just right.
Raelle sucked in a desperate breath, her mouth open in a silent cry, body curling into Scylla’s.
"I know,” Scylla murmured, kissing her temple. “I know it’s a lot. But you can take it.”
Her hand slid between them, fingers finding Raelle’s clit, barely touching, just enough.
Raelle trembled.
But she didn’t say no. She would never, not when Scylla was fucking her like this, perfect, slow and steady.
Scylla kept going, tender, slow, borderline worshiping. No power. No edge. Just the pure want to give her more.
"You’re so beautiful like this,” she whispered. “So good. So open.”
Raelle gasped again, her whole body tightening, the orgasm rising faster this time, pulled up out of her by Scylla’s soft words and steady hands.
Scylla always knew how to fuck her just right, how to build her up again, every time.
“That’s it,” Scylla breathed. “Give it to me. Again.”
Raelle cried out, her body arching as the second orgasm rolled through her, gentler than the first, but deeper somehow, more sacred.
She shook in Scylla’s arms, her breath stuttering, her body boneless and glowing and so loved.
Scylla held her, lips pressed to her shoulder. “You’re incredible.”
Raelle laughed, breathless. “I cant feel my legs.”
Scylla smiled. “Worth it.”
“Every time,” Raelle whispered, curling against her, still trembling.
They didn’t move.
Didn’t rush.
Just breathed.
Wrapped in each other.
Perfect.