“Take off your clothes.” (Rachel x Dara)
Dara hasn’t even stepped a foot inside the home before the order’s given, and Rachel doesn’t budge from her position in the entryway.
“Yes. Just right there,” she confirms with a nod of her head, answering the unasked question apparent in Dara’s wide eyes. And as Dara begins to undress, Rachel adds, “Slower, please. I promise the only eyes witnessing your beauty right now are indeed my own.”
As she watches, Rachel toys with the knot keeping her robe together, but she doesn’t tug it loose to join Dara in her current state. Instead, she offers her hand when Dara finishes depositing a semi-neat pile of clothes just inside the door, and leads her upstairs to her bedroom.
Rachel’s not surprised to find that Samantha hasn’t moved an inch, long, tired limbs still sprawled out across the mattress and eyes closed to the dimming light of the room. She’ll let her rest for a few more minutes, especially since she has someone else to currently occupy her attention.
“Dara?” Rachel waits until bright eyes find hers. “Bend over and ass up. You are late, after all. And please do count aloud.” Rachel circles closer to the bed. “I think a spank for every orgasm you missed out on will be sufficient, and from the state of my girl,” she gestures to Samantha’s still sleeping form, “I’m sure you can deduce that you missed plenty.”
