Blue Betta

2. Sooyoung

Jinsoul's body is still pulsing from her climax. She's slumped on the bench and her arms are hanging in the restraints now. She's really fucking exhausted. Her legs are wobbling from holding herself up and her ass is on fire. The blindfold is still on so Jinsoul can only hear herself heavily breathing. She doesn't know how long she's been like this nor where Yves' went.

"Yves?" Jinsoul cringes at how hoarse her voice is. Jinsoul doesn't get a response and she didn't feel any presence behind her move. 'Holy shit did she leave me like this?' Jinsoul tries to reach for the blindfold but she can't. She's about to call out again when she hears something drop to the floor behind her. "Um...Yves? What are you do-?" Before Jinsoul can finish her sentence soft hands roughly grab her hips. She feels Yves slowly pushes her hips onto her ass to where there is no room left between the two. Jinsoul first sucks in sharply at the sensation of latex on her lashes, but then softly mewls as the cool fabric starts to sooth them.

She whimpers when Yves pushes onto her even more by rolling her hips on Jinsoul's ass. Yves runs her hands up to her lower back and presses down strongly still grinding her hips on the restrained girl. Jinsoul is now arching into Yves' pelvic region pushing herself to meet each roll of her hips. Her body starts to heat up again. That dull ache forming in the pit of her stomach. 'Well at least my pussy ain't wack it's just a little bit of an extremist.' Jinsoul thinks as she feels her center slowly throb back to life. Even though she's exhausted she can't help but want more. Yves must be some sexual mastermind, because it should be illegal how fast she can turn Jinsoul on.

"Look how well we fit each other Jinsoul. How perfectly your back arches for me." Jinsoul moans at the words being growled at her. Yves' voice is deeper and now has a rasp to it. Jinsoul can only hope she has the same effect on the dominatrix as she does on Jinsoul. Yves' hands are still gripping Jinsoul's back tightly when one comes up to slam itself on Jinsoul's ass. "AH.. f-fuck!" She couldn't contain her scream as for the dominatrix's bare hand feels even better than the leather. The hand grips her ass hard but the hips are removed when Yves' steps back to view her work.

"You came so quickly for me. You're such a good girl. Next time though, I won't let you have your fun too fast. You'll have to wait until I say you're allowed to come." Yves' tone is low and rough. It makes Jinsoul a whimpering mess ready to go at it again.

Yves is now rubbing her thumb in circles on Jinsoul's ass. "Such a mess you've made. You're dripping wet and you can't do anything about it. You don't know how bad I want to clean you up with my tongue babygirl." Jinsoul whines, ready to beg Yves to do just that. She can't take it no more. This feeling becoming an addiction and only Yves can help her.

She's about to say please when she feels Yves quickly remove her hand and awkwardly stumbles out, "I um...I don't k-know what came over me. Sorry, that was unprofessional." Jinsoul is about to protest until she stops herself. Maybe that's in the BDSM rulebook. Vivi said this wasn't really sex and if Yves' ate her out that would definitely be classified as oral sex. Jinsoul can't help but be disappointed though. She just knows the sex goddess would probably do the ABC's on her clit and maybe a few circus tricks.

Yves is releasing her from her restraints when Jinsoul hears soft muttering. She strains to hear but she still understands what's being said. '...stupid.Why did you say that. Where's your self-control. She doesn't want that.' Oh but she's so wrong there. Jinsoul wants that, very badly in fact. Yves is about to release her from last restraint when Jinsoul starts to lift herself up to show Yves just what she wants...until she's ordered to stay put.

"Wait stay down, Um there's one more thing I have to do." Jinsoul pouts. She thinks whatever was about to start has now been officially canceled. She takes the blindfold and dog collar off and crawls up onto the table so that her legs can rest. She folds her arms and perches her chin on top. She hears Yves clutter around and curse when she bangs into something. Soon enough she's beside Jinsoul with lotion in one hand and a baby wipe in the other.