Yuki

Hana’s face burned hotter than the chocolate melting on her tongue. Her wrists felt completely helpless against the smooth, unyielding silk ribbon, and every shallow breath she took pressed her chest directly against Yuki’s weight. She desperately tried to mentally retrace her steps—how exactly had she let Yuki talk her into this? She knew she was a pushover for her girlfriend's pout, but being pinned, bound, and thoroughly kissed had left her senses completely short-circuited. She can hear my heart, Hana thought in a panic, her eyes darting away from Yuki’s intensely satisfied gaze. She definitely knows exactly what she’s doing to me.Before Hana could fully process her own embarrassment, the warm, romantic atmosphere vanished, replaced by a sudden, wicked glint in Yuki’s eyes.The Trap SpringsYuki’s lips curled into a mischievous, cat-like grin as she pulled back just out of kissing range.The Realization: Hana noticed Yuki's fingers twitching purposefully against her sides.The Imprisonment: Hana instinctively tried to pull her hands down, but the soft silk held fast.The Assault: Yuki’s fingers immediately dug into the sensitive dip of Hana’s waist.Helpless Laughter. A sharp, breathless squeak tore from Hana’s throat as she instantly bucked upward, her hips twisting in a desperate attempt to escape the onslaught. Yuki didn't show an ounce of mercy. Wiggling her fingers with expert precision, she scribbled light, agonizing circles right along Hana's ribs and down toward her stomach, before moving to her armpits. Ten, Yuki drifted her left hand down while still using the right to tickle Hana's armpits, her left hand pressing against Hana's damp panties as she grinned wickedly, though she still looked at Hana with remnants doubts which vanished as she saw her sub's suddenly red face, and slightly spreading legs.

"say, whore, would you prefer my tongue or fingers first? And don't look away from me, pet."