Bypassing her centre, Kelly slid on top of Lucy, dragging her erect nipples over the curve of her backside, the dip of her lower back, and higher.

Kelly pushed Lucy’s black hair aside and kissed her shoulder blade. “I’m going to fuck you.”

A whimper tore from Lucy’s throat.

It was a sound Kelly had come to know well, and it never failed to excite her.

Balancing her weight on one elbow, Kelly reached between them and lined up the phallus. Despite not being able to feel sensation in the fake cock, she could feel resistance.

For a fleeting moment, Kelly wondered if Lucy was a virgin. The thought vanished when Lucy thrust back as though trying to impale herself.

“Greedy girl.” There was a smile in Kelly’s voice, but unlike the first time Lucy had hinted at what she wanted, and been denied, this time, Kelly did her bidding.

After a few shallow thrusts, Kelly entered Lucy in one fluid movement.

When Lucy sucked in a sharp breath, Kelly held still, allowing her a moment to adjust to the intrusion.

“You okay, Lucy?”

“Yes, yes. Please take me, use me, abuse me.”

Taken aback, yet incredibly turned on, Kelly moved her legs to the outside of Lucy’s and pushed Lucy’s together, effectively restraining Lucy with nothing more than her body.

“How do you feel?”

“Trapped, powerless, aroused…and embarrassed to admit that.”

Titillated by Lucy’s brutal honesty, yet never wanting her to feel ashamed of her kinky desires, Kelly clucked her tongue.

“Too much thinking.” She thrust forward, and was rewarded when Lucy exhaled an oomph.

“Try again.”

“Full.”

Lucy returned her thrust. The impact of her backside on Kelly’s mound set her nerve endings on fire.

Like a contortionist, Kelly arched her spine, reached back between her legs, and activated the vibrating bullet at the base of the Feeldoe.

A groan tore from Lucy the second the first pulse hit. Kelly returned it as she plastered her body to Lucy’s back.

“Show me how you got off the first time you came.”

Breathing hard, a shiver rocked Lucy’s body. Her reaction was exquisite and exactly what Kelly had hoped for.

The feel of skin on skin, the vibrations stimulating Kelly’s core, was the nearest thing to erotic torture she’d ever experienced.

Fighting back the urge to pound into Lucy, Kelly balanced her weight on her hands, silently granting Lucy permission to reposition herself.

Without a word, Lucy slid her hands under her pelvis, bunching up the sheets as she did so. She writhed beneath Kelly, humping the bedsheets and bucking against her.

The eroticism of the moment, the hitch of Lucy’s breath, her half-hearted attempt to dislodge her captor, launched Kelly into ecstasy.

Although Kelly was on top, ironically, Lucy was unwittingly fucking her. With each thrust of her hips, the toy moved in and out of them simultaneously.