(She wanted to say "stop." But her body whispered "more.")
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Janelle sat frozen.
Sweaty thighs, ruined panties, blindfold pushed to her forehead, the little toy still pulsing faintly between her legs.
She blinked.
The text stared back at her from Mirabel.
"You've been such a bad little kitten. Daddy's watching."
Her chest tightened.
"Fuck," she whispered.
Her fingers trembled as she grabbed the toy and flung it aside, her legs pressed shut in shame. Her phone shook in her hands.
She wanted to reply.
Wanted to say it wasn't what it looked like.
But she couldn't.
Because it was.
She was wet.
Buzzing.
Dizzy.
She had come for someone else. And Mirabel saw everything.
Her stomach twisted.
She pulled the blindfold off and shoved the box back into Naya's bag. She didn't even want to look at her.
But Naya?
She was already standing at the door again, barefoot and devilish. Holding a fresh glass of wine.
"You okay?" she asked, voice warm. "You look a little... undone."
"I need to shower."
"You sure you don't need me instead?"
Janelle's eyes flicked up, rage and lust crashing in her gaze.
"Don't."
But Naya just laughed softly.
"You want me to stop?" she asked. "Or do you want me to finish what I started?"
Janelle didn't answer.
So Naya walked closer. Sat on the bed, slow and teasing.
"You're already ruined, sweetheart. The only question now is... do you want to pretend you're still loyal? Or do you want to enjoy your fall?"
Janelle's breath caught. "You're twisted."
Naya leaned in. Brushed her lips barely over her jaw.
Then her tongue traced the shell of Janelle's ear.
"Maybe," she whispered. "But I make your thighs shake, don't I?"
Janelle didn't move.
So Naya stood up, tugged her own shirt off and tossed it aside. No bra.
She walked to the bathroom… and didn't close the door.
The sound of the shower running echoed in the silence.
Janelle swallowed hard.
Still holding her phone, her eyes dropped to the message again.
Daddy's watching.
She groaned, bit her lip so hard it nearly bled…
Then stood up.
And walked into the bathroom.
Steam curled around her skin.
Naya stood under the water, head tilted back, lips parted in soft pleasure.
She turned slowly when she saw Janelle enter.
"You finally made up your mind?" she asked softly.
Janelle didn't reply.
She stepped into the water.
Naya reached for her. "Let me make you forget."
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To be continued