Before You Can Decide They Start A Video Call

I jerked my head back, her sock popping free with an audible wet sound. "N-no..." I stammered, my face burning hotter than her smug laughter. "I don't—ugh—just stop—"

Sanah's grin widened, her toes wiggling in the air between us like she'd won some unspoken bet. "Ohhh," she cooed, folding her legs beneath her as she leaned forward, trapping my wrists again without even trying. "You don't want me to invite them? That's adorable." Her thumb brushed my pulse point, feeling it rabbit beneath her touch. "Someone wants me all to himself."

Before I could retort, her phone erupted in the unmistakable, pulsing beat of an incoming video call—Aisha's grinning contact photo flashing on-screen, her tongue sticking out in a way that promised endless trouble. Sanah didn't hesitate, swiping accept with one hand while the other clamped down on the collar like a leash. "Speak of the devil," she sang, twisting the screen to capture both of us: me flushed and disheveled in my pink prison, her curled against my side like a satisfied cat.

Aisha's shriek shattered the moment before the call even fully connected. "OH MY GOD HE'S WEARING IT—" The screen wobbled violently as she apparently dropped her phone, revealing Nyla mid-snort-laugh in the background, her hands braced on Aisha's shoulders for balance. Sanah preened, dragging me closer until the bell jingled against her collarbone. "Obviously he's wearing it," she scoffed, flicking the nylon strap with deliberate emphasis. "He promised to be our pet and my boyfriend" Sanah kissed me sweetly on the cheek as the girls let out awws.

Aisha's face reappeared, now dangerously close to the camera—her dark eyes gleaming with mischief as she leaned in. "Sooooo...can we come over?" Her grin turned borderline feral. "We'll bring treats."