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The bed underneath Apple was soft and plush. Like the rest of the mansion, it was rusted and old and creaky. Apple loved it, when she would slam into Marsh and the whole thing would groan in delight back up at her, demanding her to move forward, faster, harder. She twitched at the thought, watching as Marsh stood above her, fastening her wrists to the bedposts with pink handcuffs. They were soft and plush and warm, and Apple tugged against them just to admire the sensation against her skin. She tried to sit up to test the reach, but Marshmallow pushed her back down easily. The chains clinked together and it made Apple’s head spin. Marshmallow tucked a stray hair behind Apple’s ear and smiled down at her.
“Nice try. Stay still, I’m almost ready.”
Apple nodded obediently as Marsh pulled away, leaning down and reaching for something under the bed that Apple couldn’t see. She tried to shift her body to get a better look, but the chains clinked together again, and Marsh glanced up briefly, eyes narrowed in playful warning. Apple sat back quickly and whistled at nothing. She heard Marsh chuckle, then watched as she shifted to stand at the end of the bed. She shook something- a metal rod with two cuffs at the end, and Apple snorted.
“You have weird hobbies, Marshmallow.” Apple said. Marshmallow hummed back at her, wrapping one of the cuffs around Apple’s ankle.
“You’ll like this,” she said, tightening the fabric around Apple. It was rougher than the fluffy handcuffs, and tight. Apple wiggled her foot curiously, testing the feeling. She cocked her head, looking back at Marsh.
“What does this even do?”
Marsh hummed again, glancing up through her eyelashes at Apple, before looking back down. Apple’s heart fluttered. “You’ll see,” Marsh said playfully, mysteriously. She grabbed Apple’s other ankle and tugged suddenly, wrenching her legs spread open. Apple gasped softly, unable to help herself, a bead of sweat falling down her face. Oh. Marsh tightened the last cuff, then stepped back to admire her handiwork. Instinctively, Apple tried to close her legs, but the rod pressed into her ankles, giving Marsh a perfect view of her body, cock hanging limply between her legs.
“Comfy?” Marsh asked innocently, once she had her fill of staring. Apple nodded. “Good,” she continued, climbing over the bed to straddle Apple’s hips. Marsh’s soft body squished into Apple’s, and Apple tried to shift around to reach anything, get any kind of friction. Marsh just idly trailed her finger in circles on Apple’s chest. Apple, already impatient, gave her best thrust into Marsh anyway, but Marsh sat down hard, pressing Apple back into the bed. She stared down at Apple and tsked. “Not yet, girl. Hold your horses.”
Apple shuddered. “Marshmallowww, don’t mention horses right now!” Marsh just rolled her eyes, dismounting Apple and sitting on the edge of the bed. She dragged her finger along Apple’s side.
“You remember the safe word, right?” She said, fingers tracing circles into Apple’s skin. Apple’s head was fuzzy already, but it spun now with sudden anticipation as her imagination raced. She nodded fervently. “Good,” Marsh purred. The praise hit Apple like a truck and she beamed, cock twitching. Marshmallow trailed her hand down Apple’s body slowly, blunt nails digging into Apple’s soft skin and leaving behind a satisfying, although very slight, ache. Apple arched into the feeling.
“Do you wanna play?” Marsh asked, digging roughly into the skin right above Apple’s cock. Apple shivered, nodding seriously. Marsh leaned in, breath hot against Apple’s neck as her hand trailed further down slowly, making Apple dizzy already. “You gonna be a good girl and do what I tell you to?” Marsh’s lips brushed against Apple’s skin when she spoke, and Apple nodded harder.
“Yeah- yeah! I’ll be good, Marshmallow, I’ll be really good!”
Marshmallow hummed. Apparently dissatisfied, she dragged her tongue along Apple’s neck, licking up to the corner of her mouth, then peering over to look at Apple face to face. Their gazes locked, and Marshmallow’s eyes were dark and erotic and sharp and it made Apple squirm to be under her intense stare. “Really good?” Marshmallow pressed, pushing a single finger into the base of Apple’s cock and she squirmed harder, fighting for any friction at all.
“Yes! I’ll do anything, Marshmallow- a- anything!” Apple shut her eyes tightly, bracing for Marsh’s hands wrapping around her, pumping, grip tight and steady and-
Marshmallow smiled. “Good,” she said, moving away suddenly and reaching for something else under the bed. Apple blinked her eyes open. She tugged against her cuffs again, clinking the chains.
“Ma-arsh~...” She whined. Marshmallow pinched her thigh and Apple squeaked.
“Good girls don’t whine.” Marsh said, still digging around. Apple huffed and turned to look at the ceiling. From the floor, Marsh added, “And they don’t pout, either!”
Apple squeaked again at being caught, and turned to face the wall. There was a large mirror standing against it, that Apple liked to use to watch herself. Now though she just needed something else to look at. “I wasn’t!” She protested. Marsh pulled herself back up and met Apple’s gaze in the reflection, brow raised in disbelief. Apple flushed, but held strong. “And what are you doing? I thought we were playing! I’m bo-ored- MMPH!” Marsh cut off Apple by shoving her fingers in her mouth. Apple admired the taste and feel against her tongue as Marsh leaned in.
“If you keep whining, you’ll have to be punished. Do you want to be punished?”
Apple shivered again. To be honest, she was curious… but she shook her head and Marsh removed her fingers, shaking the drool off and wiping it on the blanket.
“Good,” Marsh said softly. She leaned in slightly. “I know you’re impatient, but I want to do something new today. Do you trust me?” Apple cocked her head. She looked at Marsh, incredulously. Marshmallow rolled her eyes, tugging Apple’s cheek. “Okay, I get it. Just answer.”
“Of course I do!”
“Thank you…” Marsh said, sarcastically patting Apple’s cheek. Marsh held up whatever she had grabbed, waving it. “Do you know what this is?” She asked, looking down at Apple. Apple turned her head again and creased her brows. It was a long flexible string of black pearls. She had never seen anything like it, but it reminded her of a kind of squid or something and she giggled.
“Nooo… you have some really weird hobbies.”
Marsh rolled her eyes again. “Har har.” In retaliation, she pumped cold lube onto Apple, letting it drip down her ass. Apple shivered and narrowed her eyes. Marsh held up the toy again, stroking it slowly, making it slippery and shiny. “They go down here, like this.” She said, lowering the toy between Apple’s legs. Marsh pressed the tip into her and Apple inhaled softly as it slid inside easily. She exhaled with a huff, and puffed out her chest.
“That’s it? That was nothing!” She said, grinning triumphantly.
Marsh smirked. “They get bigger,” she said, shoving more beads into Apple quickly. Apple bit her lip and strained, groaning. “Get it now?”
Apple nodded. “I get it-”
Marsh shoved another bead in. Apple’s legs twitched against their restraint. “Are you sure?”
“Yes! Yes, I get it!”
“Good girl,” Marsh said, dropping the beads and leaving them hanging partially out of Apple. She shifted around them, but Marsh was back on her before she could complain again. “Here’s the rules. The longer you whine, or talk back, or complain, or try to do anything I didn’t let you, you get punished. Right now, that’s beads. If you talk back too much, it’ll be a gag. And if you’re really bad…” Marsh trailed off, and Apple swallowed. The beads rubbed against her, sitting awkwardly inside her and she was already sweating and dizzy and desperate. How worse could it get? She nodded and Marsh pat her head. Apple hummed, eyes shutting contentedly. They flew open when Marsh suddenly tugged at her hair. Apple glared. “One last rule,” Marsh said, staring down playfully, mischievous. “You don’t cum without my permission. If you want it, you’ll have to earn it. No more leaving me waiting. You make me cum, or you don’t get to. Understand?”
Apple shifted. “I make you-”
Marsh cut her off again, covering her mouth. “No, you don’t,” She said. “And what did I say about back-talk?”
Apple shook Marsh’s hand off and huffed. “This isn’t back-talk! I’m defending mys-”
Marsh covered her mouth with both hands this time. She hummed. “Sounds like someone really wants the gag. Is that what you want, Apple?”
Apple huffed again, rolling her eyes, but she shook her head. Marshmallow tugged her hair again. “And no eye-rolling, either.”