Part 2

Becca lay there, panting, trembling, her body flushed and soaked in pleasure. But Jessi wasn’t finished. She stayed hovering above, eyes dark, lips curled in a wicked smile.

"One orgasm?” she said softly, brushing hair from Becca’s damp forehead. “No, no, princess. That was just the warm-up."

Becca blinked up at her, lips still parted, heart thudding.

“But I—”

Jessi silenced her with a fingertip pressed gently to her lips.

“You’re mine tonight,” she purred. “And you don’t get to be done until I say so.”

She moved to the edge of the bed, reaching into her bag. Becca watched — breathless, already dripping again — as Jessi pulled out a second toy. Sleek, longer… and strapped into a harness.

Becca whimpered.

“That tight little ass of yours is warmed up now,” Jessi said, strapping herself in with practiced ease. “And since you wanted to play without me… I’m going to remind you what happens when you forget who’s in charge.”

She guided Becca onto her knees, cheek against the sheets, ass high in the air — that dildo still inside her, glistening and twitching with every tiny clench.

Jessi leaned in, lips grazing Becca’s ear. “I’m going to take this one out…” she whispered, wrapping her hand around it, “and replace it with something that’ll make you scream.”

She pulled it out slowly — the drag making Becca moan. The empty ache hit instantly.

Then Jessi lined up her strap, pushed the tip against Becca’s entrance, and paused.

“Say you’re mine.”

Becca was already shaking. “I’m yours.”

Jessi slid in — slow, firm, relentless.

"Good girl."

She began thrusting — deep, steady strokes that hit just right. Her hips met Becca’s soft cheeks with every slap, her hands gripping her waist tightly, keeping her exactly where she wanted her.

“You feel that?” Jessi growled. “That’s what you were missing.”

Becca was whimpering, gasping, eyes rolling back.

Jessi didn’t stop. She grinded into her, one hand sliding down to circle her clit again — fast and ruthless.