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She could easily wriggle free of the fabric--her own suspenders--binding her wrists, but she doesn't.
Her ankles are similarly bound, but that's not really what's keeping her, either.
She's following direction.
She was told to sit still, and that's what she does.
Even as she wants to lurch forward when Coral's breath ghosts her mouth. She ever-so-slightly jitters when the other whispers in her ear, nips at her earlobe. The closeness of her body, without being allowed to reach out, to reciprocate, is near-unbearable.
Coral braces herself on their pelvis with a hand, and ENA whines. She wasn't told to stay silent. Her hips want badly to react. Coral's hand is dangerously low. She only squeezes her thighs together more tightly.
"Such a good listener for me, hm?"
That on its own is enough to excite her, to make her cheeks burn. They'd do anything if it got her to keep talking to them like this.
"...I do my best," they huff out, their breathing already quickening.
Coral tilts ENA's head forward, her hardly-open eyes widening. The flush across her face only intensifies when Coral speaks an inch from her face.
"What else can you do? Tell me."
ENA squirms in place, choosing her words carefully like she's proving herself in an interview.
"I... can be a... good girl for you. Whatever you want, I'm at your service--gladly..."
"And what if I want you to really work for it?"
"I can take it. I want to make you happy, I won't disappoint."
"And what would you like me to do to you ENA?"
That flicks a switch. ENA squeezes their eyes shut, and Meanie hisses out: "I want you to touch me! Fuck me, hurt me--show me who's BOSS! I won't forget who's in charge of me when I'm sore days afterward, will I??"
Her breathing is loud, labored.
"Since you behave so well..."
ENA looks at her pretty face, fully, painfully aware of how soaked she feels.
Coral pulls a sticker sheet from her pocket.
ENA's extremely confused, until she reads what's printed on the sparkly star shapes.
'Good girl'.
ENA bites back a horribly awkward grin as her face flares up even more.
Coral unties the restraint around her ankles, only to climb up between their legs.
Coral kisses her cheek, not nearly for long enough before pulling away. And she sticks a sticker where her lips had been with a very self-satisfied smirk on her face. Soon she's progressed to covering deep bite-marks with stickers instead, sure to remind ENA verbally how good she is often.
By the time they're covered in a dozen or so stickers, ENA's panting like they've just completed some crazy platforming section in a video game, not to mention how they beg Coral to go on. Coral traces a hand down her shaky body, even her light touch causing them to jerk into it.
"You're such a good little worker."
Coral looks over her figure, posed as perfect as a model mannequin. ENA gazes back at her with the most pathetic hourglass-puppy-dog eyes Coral's ever seen in her life.
"I work so hard... thinking of you--!"
ENA hardly squeaks out the rest of her sentence before Coral's hiking up one of her legs and her hand is on her pussy.
As per her request, Coral isn't gentle with her, quickly working two, then three fingers in until they won't go any further. The aching pressure turns her quiet, choppy little noises into a trembly moan. She finishes in record time, drenching the other entity's palm with static in the process.
"You're easy to please."
She sticks another sticker on ENA's face.
