Chapter 19: Obedience

Kacie hesitated for just a second before reaching behind her neck to untie her dress. The fabric slid down her body, pooling at her feet as she stepped out of it and folded it with care. Paul and Faith watched in silence, eyes roaming over her bare form. The flush on her skin, the faint tremble in her breath—everything about her radiated anticipation.

Faith reached for her hand and led her toward the bedroom, hips swaying. As they disappeared from view, she called over her shoulder to Paul, “Fix us some drinks, love. We’ll need to stay hydrated.”

Paul chuckled, heading to the kitchenette. He returned moments later with a tray balanced carefully in his hands—one pitcher of ice water, another of juice, and three glasses clinking gently with each step.

In the bedroom, Kacie now stood at the foot of the bed, blindfold secured, her posture obedient and trembling. Faith was already preparing wrist cuffs. Paul placed the tray on the bedside table, then picked up the ankle cuffs, kneeling before Kacie with a quiet reverence. He fastened each one with care, brushing his hands along her calves as he worked.

When he was done, he ran a single finger up between her legs, drawing it through the slick heat waiting there. He held the glistening fingertip to Faith.

“She’s soaked already.”

Faith leaned forward, sucked the finger slowly into her mouth, then turned to Kacie, her breath hot against her cheek. “Mmm. You taste even better when you’re nervous.”

Faith placed her hand firmly on Kacie’s lower back and guided her forward until her chest met the mattress, her ass high and legs spread just enough. Her bindings gleamed softly in the dim light.

Working gently, Faith gripped the plug and begin to slowly twist as she pulled it out with plop. “Do you feel empty now babe? Not to worry, it’ll be filled again soon” Faith told her.

Paul had already picked up the paddle. It was small but solid, made for sensation more than pain.

“She came earlier,” Faith said calmly, running her fingertips across Kacie’s nipples. “But she didn’t see to your pleasure. That deserves correction.”

Kacie moaned, her breath catching. Faith’s fingers teased in soft circles.

Then—

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Paul’s rhythm was steady. Each strike landed with a satisfying sound, making Kacie jerk forward before melting into the mattress again. He paused between sets, caressing the warmed skin, admiring the subtle blush that rose against her tan.

“It’s hard to see the marks on you,” he murmured.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Kacie whimpered this time, her thighs pressing together involuntarily.

Faith grinned. “Looks like someone’s enjoying herself.”

Faith leaned close to Kacie’s ear. “Because you were focused only on your own orgasm earlier and not Paul’s, you won’t be allowed to come until we both have been satisfied. Understood?”

Kacie nodded as best she could, trembling with need.

Together, Paul and Faith moved around her. They used the red silk ropes, tying them to discreet hooks affixed to the headboard and footboard, attaching them to the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Kacie was stretched out, spreadeagled on the bed, blindfolded, completely exposed. Her pussy glistened with anticipation, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

What followed was a slow symphony of sensation. Faith’s mouth traced a path along Kacie’s inner thigh while Paul’s fingers explored her ribs, her neck, her stomach. They kissed her lips in turns—soft, deep, lingering kisses that only stoked the fire. The wand buzzed to life and was trailed down her side, across her hip, between her thighs, teasing her pussy—but never staying long enough to tip her over.

Kacie writhed and moaned, each stroke building her tension higher, each denial making her more desperate. She begged—softly at first, then with increasing urgency—but they were careful. Teasing. Patient.