The house is oddly quiet for one that had two cars parked outside when JJ pulled up, two sets of keys waiting for hers on the hook. The sky is still a light blue, too early for the nightowls Lena lives with to be in bed already, the silence almost disconcerting after a long day of chatter and debates.

She toes her stilettos off and leaves them by the door, dark brows deeply furrowed as she pads along the hallway to the staircase.

The wooden floor is cold beneath her feet, the last step creaking as JJ reaches the landing. There’s a whimper, high pitched and strangled, coming from their bedroom, the only giveaway of her girlfriends whereabouts. JJ grins to herself, pausing in the doorway as she drinks in the sight before her.

Dallas, naked, thighs spread wide. Emily, face buried between them. Not an irregular view at the end of the long day, but the ball gag is new, large and crimson, much like the bruises that litter Dallas’s bare chest.

“I see nobody wanted to wait for me , huh?”

JJ cocks a brow, grinning at startled wide eyes that peer up from between trembling thighs, Emily’s chin shining with their troublemaker’s slick. “I was thinking Italian for dinner,” JJ continues, sauntering further into the bedroom, “but I see you made other plans.”

“I was just teaching sweet Dallas here about the importance of staying quiet when asked to do so.”

JJ glances between Emily’s salacious grin and Dallas’s wide eyes, her gaze flicking down to the dribbling pink flesh in front of Emily’s face. Puffy folds are drenched, glistening in the late evening sunlight, pale thighs trembling as Dallas’s chest heaves upwards with every desperate gasp of air.

It’s clear they’ve been here a while, Emily gently bullying the one whose cries have caused a noise complaint from the neighbors in the past.

“How is she doing?” JJ sheds her shirt and allows it to fall to the floor, stepping out of tight pants that have been uncomfortable all day long.