Being a six foot tall woman meant the vast majority of her female partners were shorter than her. Her girlfriend was even shorter than Peony, so Ianthe was well-versed in the dance of kissing one so vertically challenged. It was a familiar bend coupled with the electric charge of being pulled down by the collar. That was hot and finally sparked the right amount of arousal in her that her body began to react.

A light flush on her pale skin. A quick intake of breath. An all-too-easy pliancy that had her pressed against the bondage table with her making use of that leg between her thighs, her cunt nicely pressed against it for a little stimulation as she settled against Peony. Her bone hand gripped the table for leverage, the golden bone now revealed sans clothing to emerge from the meat of her deltoid in a less than pleasant transition.

"Please kiss me," Ianthe replied. This would not be some chaste kiss once given. No, there would be tongue and taste and probably some teeth. A real kiss.