Layla, as it turns out, loves bondage. It’s a surprise to her as much as it is to Serena.
But the first time Serena pins her down enough that Layla can’t move, she outright moans. It turns her on, makes her immediately wet, though she can’t put her finger on why.
The next time they have more than a stolen moment in a storage room, Layla brings with her a handful of knitted scarves. For the first time, she’s embarrassed to ask for something. Her face burns and she can’t meet Serena’s eyes.
Serena, however, only smiles and takes the scarves with evident curiosity.
“Tie you up?” she repeats and her lips curve with sheer delight. “It sounds like fun.”
Layla blinks. “You’re sure?”
Serena steps close and loops one scarf over Layla’s body like a lasso, reeling her in.
“Absolutely,” she purrs. “Something tells me we’re both going to enjoy this indulgence.”
Layla shivers, her insides quivering. “Thank you.”
“Oh.” Serena nuzzles into her throat with a warm exhalation. “It’ll be my pleasure.