The hard part about what she was doing was keeping herself under control. Her body hadn't been tortured the way it had in that damnable island. It was fresh, to an extent. No longer as de-sensitized as it had once been, only the jaded sensibilities of a woman who had raped and been raped time and time again helped keep herself in control as the strap-on ground hard into her sex.

She was keeping her control, but she needed the breaks. She needed the time where her teeth released the collar and oxygen flooded again into Alkaid's lungs. She was definitely sweating now, biting half again as much to give herself something else to focus on than just the pleasure. Her fingers continued to tease, to press but not to push, kneading over every bit of her body, pulling away when the cries grew too shrill.

She didn't pull out, though. No, even if she had to rest for a minute, it stayed inside. She'd missed the sounds of Alkaid's voice so much. When she'd left, it had felt unfulfilling, and now she left her there. "I'll... make it so you never want to leave this closet," she breathed.