Caged passion

It starts as an idea with teeth. A cage in the bedroom, thick steel and velvet inside. Emma built it herself. Now Abbie waits in there naked, knees pressed together, lips parted when she hears the key. Emma unlocks the door and lets her crawl out. Abbie’s mouth finds its target straight away, tongue pushing warm and steady between Emma’s thighs, licking with the single-minded greed of something that has waited all day for this taste. Emma keeps her standing, one hand braced on the dresser, hips rolling slow against the eager pressure. Each wet pull of Abbie’s mouth is loud in the quiet room. Emma comes fast the first time, then again, her thighs slick and trembling, fingers tangled tight in the girl’s hair. When she finally pushes Abbie back into the cage, the girl goes without a word, licking her lips as the latch clicks shut.