The words send a happy, eager buzzing all through Honey's body. If she were standing she might bounce on her toes with joy. She's been a good girl, a good box-girl, and now she's getting a reward. A reward! She grins the goofiest grin she can with the ballgag still in her mouth, and lowers her bound wrists so that the short chain between them catches on the underside of her chin.
Candy laughs as she settles into the space between Honey's legs. "You are the
cutest
birthday present," she says, and then her lips descend to plant a fluttering, ticklish kiss just above Honey's navel. Honey squeals; Candy tucks her hands under the box-girl's thighs and tugs, giving her permission to wrap her legs around her waist. Honey is delighted to feel Candy's naked skin under her calves--she doesn't recall when Candy took off her clothes, but she's glad she did.
Candy messes with Honey a bit more, alternating between comically sloppy tongue kisses that leave saliva trails all over the box-girl's stomach and short, sharp nips that tickle more than they hurt. Eventually Candy makes her way down further, her chin starting to brush against Honey's patch of wiry, neatly trimmed pubic hair. She hooks her hands under the backs of Honey's knees and pushes Honey's legs up, nearly folding the box-girl in half. It's alright though, Honey is flexible--besides, she's less worried about pulled muscles and more preoccupied by the fact that Candy is spreading her open and putting her pussy and asshole on full display. Honey nearly vibrates with anticipation, nervous-and-excited butterflies crowding her stomach.
Candy makes her wait, just a few seconds longer. She breathes hot air over Honey's wet, needy cunt. And then she licks up its length with the broad, flat surface of her tongue, the hard little barbell of her piercing a startling focus-point of sensation.
Honey rolls her hips forward without meaning to, at least as much as she can while still trapped under the weight of Candy's arms and her own legs. She moans, long and loud, trying to pour all of her pleasure and gratitude into the sound. Candy does it again; Honey's head tips back and her jaw drops open so wide the ballgag is barely an impediment, and her toes flex and curl in the air.
As Candy sucks leisurely on Honey's puffy labia, Honey hears muted whispering nearby. She's too distracted to make out the words--especially when Candy bares her teeth to nibble her sensitive lips-- but Reya and Jin sound like they're bickering again. Or maybe they're flirting, it's hard to tell with those two.
Then Candy flicks Honey's clit with the tip of her tongue. A tremor runs through Honey's entire body, and she forgets Jin and Reya altogether, all her thoughts zoning in on the single point of contact. She whimpers even though Candy's not touching her anymore, pleading plaintively for more.
Candy giggles. She worms the tip of her tongue in between Honey's folds, then licks up, teasing her from her entrance all the way up to her clit. She does it again and again; then she ignores Honey's throbbing clit altogether in favor of massaging a circle around her entrance. Then her tongue dips
into
Honey, just enough to tease, before drawing back out.
Every time Candy teases her that way, Honey's stomach muscles seize up and her inner walls flutter, anticipating more--the urge to be stretched out and filled is suddenly at the forefront of her mind, crowding out all other thoughts and making her dizzy.
"Mmmm, Honey, you taste so
good
," Candy says, her voice muffled by Honey's folds. The vibrations make Honey twitch uncontrollably, every one of her breaths a whine. "Don't worry baby, we'll fuck you nice and full later. Just focus on this for now..."
And then the warm tip of Candy's tongue is circling around Honey's clit, spiraling closer and closer to the sensitive bud—then she presses her tongue against it, wraps her lips around it, and Honey is
gone
.
As Honey convulses, she feels one of Candy's hands worm underneath her to grope her ass-- the renewed ache of the spanking sets her off all over again and she's crying out until she can't breathe, hands in white-knuckled fists straining the chain of her cuffs. When she comes back to the world she can feel Candy's tongue still gently lapping up her juices--her piercing catching on Honey's labia every now and then--and a reassuring hand rubbing circles around her lower stomach, triggering gentle, pleasant little aftershocks throughout her frayed nerves.
Honey tries to speak through the ballgag; it comes out as a weak, unintelligible mumble. Candy stops licking, giggles into Honey's muff, then lets her legs down one by one, crawling up Honey's body as the box-girl flexes her tingling legs and feet. Honey can feel Candy's body warmth, her breasts--ooo, they're bigger than Honey's--pressing against hers, her breath against her cheek.
"You wanna say something, Honey?" Candy asks. Honey nods. "Alright, let's get this thing off..."
Candy pulls the silicone ball out of Honey's mouth and tucks it under her chin, a trail of drool following. Honey immediately closes her mouth, swallows, tests her stiff jaw, then says in a shy, breathy voice, "Thank you so much for the reward, Mistress Candy."
There's an immediate chorus of "
Awwwww!
"s from the other women that turn Honey's face tomato-red.
"Well now that we know she says cute shit like that, we can't just put the gag back in," Reya huffs, sounding almost offended.
"That's perfectly alright with me," Candy coos, wrapping herself around the box-girl and nuzzling a cheek against hers. She also draws a thigh up between Honey's legs, presses up--the friction makes Honey gasp and moan out loud, hips squirming. And she feels something else, a hard, heavy length sheathed in soft skin against her hip bone.
She looks down... and can't see anything, because she's in a blindfold. Candy laughs.
"Yeah, I do have a dick. Wanna feel?"
Honey nods, already reaching. She squeaks as her bound hands are pinned back above her head.
"Not like that, like
this
