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- There is a knot right on her clit that has Yasha rocking her hips even before Molly's done tying the ropes around her shoulders. He's /good/ at it, practiced on both sides of the bindings; makes her look feminine and imposing and imposed upon all at once. While she still has her hands, she smooths a palm over the trio of rope diamonds up her middle, just to feel how they press into the give of her belly when she inhales deep.
- "Ah-ah," Molly tuts, "I need those, m'dear."
- She's obedient about bringing her arms back behind her, but there's no /command/ in Molly's voice, really. He knows the nature of their arrangement just as much as she - which is to say, not at all, only that it suits them - and his respect makes her feel warm more than his touch.
- Once her wrists are tied behind her, level with her tail bone, Yasha gives up trying to hide the movement of her hips. She's not soaked through the rope, not /yet/, but Molly has proved often enough that he can get her there.
- "How're you feeling in there?" He says, crawling unsteadily on the mattress until he's sat crossed-legged in front of her.
- And it's strange, the way her thoughts come easily, but words feel cloud-covered and rough. She barely keeps herself from saying /empty/, and instead, manages, "Like water. Like the rain."
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