Under Lock And Key

Gal Ritchie sat on her bed, metal biting skin between her legs. One year locked. One year raw and dripping, nothing satisfied. Tonight she ripped that cage open to someone new. She texted Kenzie: come break me. Kenzie walked in, blonde and all hunger. She slid a key across the sheets, but held it back. Earn it. Clothes hit the floor. Gal dropped to her knees first, tongue working Kenzie’s clit in tight wet circles until Kenzie’s thighs shook. Kenzie shoved her down, fingers spreading Gal’s slick folds around the steel. She fucked Gal’s mouth again, harder, pushing three fingers deep and fast while the belt pressed Gal’s swollen clit with every grind. Sweat slicked their skin. Gal fingered Kenzie from behind, mouth on a hard nipple, sucking until Kenzie bit the pillow. Kenzie rode Gal’s tongue, grinding until her come ran down Gal’s chin. Only then did the key slide home. The lock clicked. Cool air hit wet heat and Gal moaned like she’d been stabbed with pleasure. Kenzie tossed the belt aside, spread Gal wide, and went straight back in. Two fingers, then three, knuckle-deep and curling. Gal came hard, shaking, still begging for more because the hunger hadn’t gone anywhere. The belt had only sharpened it.