Natasha unravels the rope and runs it between her fingers to get rid of the kinks in it. Natasha doesn’t fully understand Lucia’s obsession with intricate rope work. Natasha gets too overexcited and fidgety to work through the long sequence of ties and knots. She usually just uses her basic knowledge of anatomy from yoga to work out what won’t strain the joints too much and uses her instincts to figure out of the rest. She has a go at a two-column tie, binding Jacquie’s shins to her thighs with her pink toenails facing the ceiling. She works quickly, pausing only to slide her fingers under the rope and make sure that the knots aren’t resting directly on any bones.
Lucia is squeezing her eyes tight, gritting her teeth and moving up into Jacquie’s mouth with quick thrusts. There’s a bright stripe of red on each of her cheeks. Jacquie must have done something clever with her tongue because Lucia’s eyes flick open in surprise. They meet Natasha’s and suddenly it’s too much, too intimate. Natasha looks down at the way the ropes are pressing into Jacquie’s fleshy thighs and the throbbing in her pussy only increases.
“Nat…” Lucia’s voice is higher and breathier than Natasha’s ever heard before. Natasha thinks for a heart stopping moment that Lucia is calling out her name because she’s imagining Natasha lying where Jacquie is. But no, Lucia’s handing Natasha her riding crop. It’s a good idea, and from the rumbling groan Jacquie gives from between Lucia’s legs, everyone agrees on it.
Natasha crawls back up to the head of the bed and spreads her legs like she would for upavistha konasana. She gives Jacquie a few warm up taps with the crop, feeling out its weight and flex. Jacquie wiggles her ass each time the crop lands.
Natasha tries a few a bit harder. The crop whistles through the air before landing with a crisp thwack. Jacquie’s skin marks easily and it’s soon covered in little pink patches. Natasha watches as her wetness starts to escape her labia and dribble down onto the cover.
“She likes it, Luce. She’s getting even wetter.”
Natasha lets her eyes meet Lucia’s again and she’s surprised by the ferocious gleam in them as she says, “Good. Hit her harder.”
Natasha does, raising her elbow to apply a bit more force. Jacquie keeps wiggling her ass cockily, moving her whole face into Lucia. Natasha just keeps cropping. She keeps the rhythm steady, focusing on hitting the same places so the marks turn from pink to red. Jacquie starts shuddering after every hit as the sting turns to burning pain. Natasha feels calm, almost meditative. Eventually, Jacquie begins to flinch from Natasha’s blows and whimpers into Lucia. Natasha lands a few more strokes until Jacquie’s whimpers are punctuated with quick gasps as the crop lands on sore skin.
Natasha gives Jacquie a little rest. She leans forward and strokes her hand through Jacquie’s hair, “Do you want me to keep going?”
Jacquie leans back, her face glistens. She looks at Natasha a bit blankly for a second or two and then manages to say, “Yeah, keep going.”
“I’ll have to spank her as you use her later, Nat, it feels – ah! So good when she whimpers into me,” Lucia moans. Seconds later, Lucia’s moans start turning into funny little yelps. High, staccato noises that she cuts off at the end. Her knees lock, legs spasming and toes wriggling. Her clawed hand clutches at the back of Jacquie’s head as the twitches in her feet subside.
“On your knees, Jacquie,” Lucia rasps.
Lucia doesn’t take much more than a second or two to recover before she’s working her fingers over Natasha’s knots, covering the bed in loops of black rope. Lucia slinks off the bed and roots in her drawer again, this time pulling out a sleek black strap-on with a leather harness. As she secures it around her hips, Natasha looks at Jacquie's pretty face. Natasha has always loved kissing come off a girl's face, but thinks perhaps Lucia's come is a step too far.
Lucia pushes into Jacquie in one hard thrust. Jacquie grunts, lets her head hang down so her purple hair puddles on the bed sheets. Lucia keeps a brutal pace up and the room fills with the sound of Lucia's thighs slapping against Jacquie's ass.
Natasha kneels on the bed and crawls forward, Jacquie raises her head so they are eye to eye. Lucia's wetness has mostly dried on her face now. Her mouth keeps dropping open whenever Lucia delivers a particularly hard thrust.
Natasha looks back up at Lucia, she has never seen anyone look so elegant using a strap-on before. Despite the pace of her hips, from the waist up she looks like the Swan Princess, with her shoulders retracted and chest pressed out.
Natasha reaches underneath Jacquie to fondle her boobs. They're heavy, and Natasha likes grabbing them as hard as she can. When Natasha grips with her full strength, Jacquie moans desperately and arches her back.
"Oh god, I'm close," moans Jacquie.
Lucia pulls back, sliding the toy out of Jacquie. Jacquie whines and tries to follow it with her hips, but Lucia carelessly shoves her forward into Natasha.
"Excuse me?"
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