Hosing Off

He was right, though. Kacey had known this was coming. Had rather planned for it, in fact. For what she remembered most about that party several months ago was not the food or drinks or company, but the way Chase had been so wired afterwards, the way he had turned her into his own personal fuckdoll. A little bit of water aimed in just the right spot had turned him into an animal. This time, Kacey had used a lot of water, and so had created a monster. A monster that was about to turn her into its own personal fuckdoll.

The bonds held her to the bench. Over the spray of the hose, she could hear Chase grunting as he slid in and out of her. Nearby, a bird sang. The sun shone bright and warm overhead, and air smelled of sunscreen and sex. Kacey closed her eyes and settled in to enjoy the afternoon.