Elena pushes her further

Elena maintains her position on top of Harper, pinning her gently but firmly. Her hands weigh down on Harper’s shoulders. “You know, darling, for someone who’s obviously interested, you’re really boring. Why don’t you just admit it? You’re too scared to fully engage.”

Harper, still trying to catch her breath, protests weakly. “I-I, what?”

“If you weren’t so boring, you’d have joined us instead of just watching.” The mess on Harper’s face feels warm and sticky, and as she lies there, she can’t ignore the intense, heated feeling it creates. It’s as though her body is on fire from the inside out. Elena’s hands move over her body, purposeful, assertive. Her fingers trail along Harper’s sides. “See how you’re reacting?” she teases in a sultry voice. “You can’t hide it.”

Harper’s eyes close. Her body is moving, writhing. She feels her heart beating almost out of her chest. Her breath quickens as Elena’s hands become claws against her skin. The mockery seems to fuel her. Incoherent sounds are all she can manage right at this moment. Elena smiles wide. She manipulates Harper’s body to move how she likes. Harper, though embarrassed, finds herself strangely exhilarated. Her friend’s breath on her neck makes her ticklish, but she knows that if she tried to scratch herself it might break the spell. She tries to respond, her voice shaky with need. “I want to be better. I—”

Elena cuts her off with a sharp laugh. “You want to impress me? Show me you can take this.”

Harper’s eyes flick to the man standing over them, feeling the heat of his gaze on her exposed, messy face. Her heart races as she meets his eyes. He begins to touch himself. His cock seems even bigger than it did before. He looks casual, uninhibited. The perfect match for Elena.

Elena gropes Harper’s breast. She kisses Harper again, her mouth hot and demanding. “I can tell. Be good for me, won’t you darling?”

Her partner continues to stroke himself. He watches them like a wordless gargoyle. Harper can practically feel him. The thought of being watched while Elena plays with her stirs something deep inside. Elena’s fingers grab her breast more roughly. “You’re doing so well,” she murmurs between kisses. “But don’t think this is enough. You’ve got to show me you’re worth my time.”

Harper spasms. How, she wants to say, how can I show you. Her hands reach up to hold Elena’s hips. For a moment she sees herself out of her own body. Still fully clothed, but under a naked woman, and her face marked. Elena was right: she was a whore. It wasn’t such a bad thing to be Elena’s whore. She knew better than Harper did.