Obedience..

Lena’s hands flew up, pushing at the hem of her sweater to cover herself again. Her voice cracked with nervousness. “No—wait, this isn’t… I think you’ve got the wrong idea—”

The Model was on her instantly, closing the distance with feline precision. her hand caught her wrist mid-motion, guiding it gently but firmly back down to her side. With the other, she brushed that same insistent finger against her lips again, silencing her words before they could gather ****.

“Interrupt again, and I’ll have to remind you what happens to bad girls,” the Model whispered, her tone dipped low, almost velvet in its threat. The words weren’t loud, but the heat in them sent a shiver rolling through Lena’s body.

Her hazel eyes widened, flicking between the Model’s smirk and the camera waiting just beyond. She wanted to protest, to back away, but the fingertip grazing the curve of her mouth was replaced by a slow, deliberate drag down her throat, over her collarbone, and to the neckline of her sweater.

“You think the camera wants to see you hiding under all this?” the Model teased, tugging at the fabric, letting it snap lightly against her skin. “No. It wants to see you nervous. Blushing. Obedient.”

Lena’s breath hitched, half panic, half something she didn’t want to name.

The Model leaned close again, her lips brushing her ear as her hand dipped once more to the dangling belt strap. They gave it a sharp tug, pulling her hips flush against hers for a fleeting moment before releasing her, the leather swinging between them like a pendulum.

“Now… are you going to behave?”

Clothing Status

Lena: fully dressed — cream-colored sweater (hem pulled slightly higher, neckline dipped), slim blue jeans with brown belt dangling loose, blue t-shirt underneath, worn white sneakers, socks, bra, and thong.