Brooklyn Kinda Love - Episode 1

Braniff and Frances dragged their boxes through the front door, laughing at the size of the bedroom. Nikki wandered in behind them, eyeing the empty corners like they already belonged to her. She pictured the four-poster bed pushed against the far wall, a wrought-iron headboard ready for ropes or cuffs, maybe both. In the center, Frances bent over the mattress, ass lifted while Braniff tied her wrists to the posts. The ceiling fan gave Nikki another idea: silk scarves looped from the blades to keep her standing, ankles spread by a wooden bar, the fan on low so the scarves tickled her skin with every turn. She could already hear the creak of wood, the wet slap of skin, the sharp catch in a throat when the ties finally pulled tight. Nikki smiled, tapping the doorframe. They had space to get inventive.