Kinkmeme the Second! (Courtesy the Bee Embuzzy)

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Mika was enjoying this a little too much. She was watching Eddie squirm in his seat as Sasha ran a hand down her waist and nipped at her neck. She was enjoying seeing this side of Sasha. She knew when people looked at Eddie, they knew he was someone who could be sensual, who could be in charge. But they didn't know how Sasha could control the scene.

She loved feeling Sasha against her, she loved seeing Eddie watch them like a starved animal. Eddie didn't ever dress up, he didn't need to. Mika knew he was fetish fuel alone. Sasha was more timid about it hard to get started. He had...issues, issues the three of them were working on.

She slipped a finger under the seamless collar that was around his neck and had a number engraved on it. The collar that the entire world could see.

“No, bad puppy.” Sasha said.

“If I am a bad dog, why are you with the collar?” She teased. This was a part of their play for Eddie. Both being dominate, both being submissive. Her hands in glove that kept her fingers close together- like animal paws but just enough for her to grab ever so slightly, Sasha's own gloved hands moving up her corset.

“Because I lead by example.” he cupped one of her breasts. Sasha nipped one of her ears ever so softly.

“You should bark for me then.” She teased. Then she paused turning around, “No- I don't think you would bark. You're not friendly enough- and when you're with Eddie. You're like a cat in heat. Meow for me.”

She could hear Eddie whimper. The rule for the night was that Eddie wasn't allowed to touch anything. She could see from the corner of his eye that his jeans were tight and he was trying to grind against them for some sort of relief.

Sasha trailed a hand down and pulled at her tail, before swatting her ever so slightly.

“No.”

Mika pressed a leg against Sasha. He was wearing a pair of black jeans, and a muscle shirt that had a brain logo on it. A uniform exercise shirt from the Psychonauts if she remembered right.

She bit down on his shoulder, she could taste a little bit of blood.

She could tell Eddie could smell the blood.

She slipped a hand up Sasha's shirt and clawed down so slightly down his chest.

“Are you jumping now?” Sasha tsk'd. “And biting your master.”

“I can't help it. You're not a strong master.” She moved to pin Sasha onto the bed, pushing his shirt up, making sure Eddie could see each movement between the two. That he could see her spill out so slightly from her corset, that he could see her breast pressed against Sasha, that Sasha would take a handful of her hair and claim her mouth with his own.

“I'll show you a strong master.”