The room held that deliberate kind of quiet—the sort that felt chosen rather than accidental. Lights were low, amber and warm, softening the walls and turning skin to gold. The air barely moved. It felt less like a bedroom and more like a stage waiting for something intimate to unfold.

Nurse Sushii adjusted the lamp with practiced care, then smoothed the sheets with slow, unhurried hands. Even in fitted scrubs, she carried herself with a calm authority that made the space feel smaller, safer, charged. Nothing clinical about her tonight. No rush. No sharp edges. Just steady confidence.

Across the room, Kelli Curtis sat on the edge of the bed, watching her.

Her pulse had already started to climb.

There was something about being the one being prepared for.

“Still good?” Sushii asked softly.

Their eyes locked.

Kelli nodded, her voice quieter than usual. “Yeah... I trust you.”

A faint smile tugged at Sushii’s mouth—warm, knowing.

The silk restraints slid over Kelli’s wrists, cool and smooth. Sushii guided her arms upward with gentle pressure, tying the fabric loosely to the headboard. Not tight. Never tight. Just enough that when Kelli shifted experimentally, the soft resistance reminded her she wasn’t going anywhere.

The smallest limitation changed everything.

Her breathing deepened.

Her skin felt more sensitive.

She noticed every brush of air, every ripple of fabric against her thighs, every rise and fall of her chest.

Sushii didn’t touch her right away.

She simply moved around the bed, slow and deliberate, letting anticipation build. The quiet stretched. Each step seemed louder than it should have been.

Kelli could feel her presence circling, close but not quite there, like warmth drifting over bare skin.

Waiting became delicious.

Then a fingertip slid down her forearm.

Light as breath.

Kelli startled into a soft laugh, the sound slipping out before she could stop it.

Another touch followed, tracing lazily along her ribs. Barely any pressure at all—just enough to wake every nerve. Her stomach tightened instantly, laughter bubbling up again as she twisted.

“Sushii...” she protested, already smiling.

“Sensitive,” Sushii murmured near her ear.

The closeness of her voice sent a slow shiver down Kelli’s spine.

Gentle touches wandered—her sides, her waist, the curve just above her hip—then disappeared before she could prepare for the next one. The unpredictability made her breath hitch. Each pause felt longer. Each return stole her composure all over again.

She squirmed instinctively, the silk ties sliding softly as she shifted. Not restrained so much as guided. Held just enough to keep her right where Sushii wanted her.

A low hum filled the air.

Sushii switched on the small handheld massager, the vibration subtle but unmistakable.

Kelli’s eyes widened. “Don’t you—”

Too late.

The gentle b*zz skimmed along her thigh, warm and teasing, then drifted away. It wasn’t intense. It didn’t need to be. The combination of soft fingertips and that quiet vibration made her laugh harder, breath breaking into helpless l*ttle gasps.

Heat bloomed under her skin.

Her cheeks flushed.

Her chest rose faster.

The sensations layered together until everything felt amplified—every brush, every pause, every inch of closeness.

Sushii leaned in, bracing one hand beside Kelli’s shoulder. Their faces hovered inches apart now. Close enough to share breath. Close enough that the air between them felt thick.

“Look at you,” she whispered.

The words alone made Kelli’s stomach flip.

The teasing slowed after that, stretching into something heavier and more intimate. Less laughter now, more warmth. More awareness. Her body hummed softly, caught between anticipation and surrender.

When her breaths grew shaky, Sushii stopped immediately. The device fell silent. A steady palm settled over Kelli’s heart.

“Breathe with me,” she murmured.

In.

Out.

Their breaths synced, slow and even.

The rush faded into a warm glow.

Sushii untied the silk, lowering Kelli’s arms gently, massaging her wrists as circulation returned. Neither of them stepped away. They stayed close, foreheads nearly touching, sharing that quiet after-spark that lingered in the air.

Kelli laughed softly, still flushed, still b*zzing. “You’re dangerous.”

Sushii smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair from her cheek. “Only a l*ttle.”

The room seemed to exhale with them, tension melting into comfort and trust, leaving nothing behind but warmth—and the unmistakable promise that neither of them was finished playing anytime soon.

XOXOXO

Kelli

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