Daphne’s back arched off the bed again as her nipples were tweaked. She swallowed hard and nodded in agreement, not trusting herself to speak. She fell back to the bed as the teeth teased her. She whimpered and nodded again. Being called a whore made her squirm even harder and lightly she pulled at her restraints. Of course, it was to no avail. She would have slapped anyone else who called her that but from Sara it was not only really hot but, somehow, it wasn’t condescending. It was like Sara respected that in her.
She wasn’t going to speak. Daphne clamped her lips shut but they flew open and she cried out as she was pinched. “Yes, yes…Circe, yes,” she stammered.
The fingers suddenly inside her made her cry out again. “Fuck me,” Daphne whined. “Fuck me…” Her hips wouldn’t stay still on the bed and she bucked them trying to ride Sara’s fingers.