RWBY- The Days We Wait For (2)

Team RWBY has an awkward sitdown. Hilarity ensues. 

"Blake, Blake, Blake," Yang sighs with such disappointment. "I'm very disappointed in you." She whips my bare midriff to emphasize her point. "Do you want to know why?"

I squirm with pleasure, body aching for her touch. My hands and feet are bound to all four posts of our bed, so I don't have any other choice but to mutter feebly, "Why?"

Twirling the whip in one hand and lazily massaging my already moist region, she answers, "You've been failing ALL of your classes." Her hand leaves me. My body is not pleased with that. She approaches my right side and trails her hand up my stomach and gently gropes my left breast. "I should kick you out of this academy and let someone else more worthy try their hand at..."

She moves her hand up to my ears and gently touches them. If she keeps being this uncharacteristically gentle with me, I'm going to break out of these restraints and utterly dominate her.

"Meeting my expectations." She drops the whip and abandons my ears in favor of getting up onto the bed and straddling me. Her nude form is arguably one of the best views I've ever had. She starts massaging both of my breasts. "But I'll give you one more chance, if you can pass a simple test."

A whimper escapes my throat. "And that would be?"

She leans down and removes her hands from my chest, cupping my cheeks. We're so close; I can feel her breath. "Scream my name out of sheer, orgasmic pleasure." She moves a hand back behind her and starts stroking me. "You'll need to sing for me."

My breathing is shaky, and my body is buckling and flinching, but I croak out, "I can manage that."

Yang smirks. "I have the utmost confidence in your abilities, Blake." She stops stroking me, much to my body's protest and my whimper. Instead, she reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the vibrator. "But just in case..." She doesn't finish the sentence, instead opting to turn it on for good measure. She leans down and finally starts kissing me.

We both freeze when we hear the door open up and Ruby and Weiss stumble in, dropping their book bags.

Yang doesn't turn around, but I see Weiss, who is undoing Ruby's cloak in between desperate kisses, and Ruby, who is returning the kisses while trying to get Weiss out of her school uniform. The sound of their moans draws Yang's attention to the scene. We both watch as Weiss kicks the door shut behind her and pushes Ruby into the center of our room.

Weiss continues for a few more seconds, until she pauses. "Isn't that-" Both glance in the direction of the buzzing sound.

"OUR TOY?!" They scream simultaneously.

My eyes widen in horror. I swing my head back at Yang. "THEIR toy?!"

Yang holds it up in confusion. "Well- I- Uh-!"

"SWEET LORD!!!" Weiss turns redder than Ruby's cape and turns herself and Ruby away. "COVER YOURSELVES!"

Yang immediately folds her arms over her breasts.

Shaking my bonds for emphasis, I scream, "I CAN'T!" Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that this would happen eventually, but I didn't expect it to be when it was Yang's turn to dominate. Regardless, I can feel my ears melting with shame.

Weiss quickly grabs Ruby's cloak and throws it over me, conveniently meeting her demand. Ruby screams, "That's MY CLOAK!!!"

Weiss screams back, "We'll wash it later!" She grabs Ruby by the hand and leads her to the door. "We're coming back in five minutes! You both had better be dressed!"