Work Text:
“My god,” Victoria whispers under her breath. All the air has been knocked out of her lungs so violently, she feels as if her eyes might explode out of her head. Either that, or she is going to cum on the spot, right in her underwear and trousers.
It all suits Claudia very well, black leather and silver studded harnesses. Very well, indeed. She’s grinning at her, the way she always does. Like she’s a piece of meat dangling from a wired trap.
Claudia doesn’t tell her off for speaking. Instead, she smiles, almost too sweetly saccharine to be innocent, and that’s when Victoria notices the shiny black whip in her hand.
“How are the handcuffs, puffin?”
“Good…” Victoria manages to stutter out amidst the haze clouding her head.
Claudia doesn’t whip her immediately. Instead, she slowly brushes the whip over her skin, up from her hip to her stomach and her breasts. She lightly taps Victoria’s nipples with the whip, causing her to quietly moan into the air.
“Good girl,” Claudia says, beautifully gentle, and the whip painfully cold.