That's when Garnet stops moving against Pearl, lets her punishing hand settle for just a moment.

"Hmmm," Garnet responds, as if considering Pearl's plea. She can feel her shaking over her, can feel every little ripple against her own thighs, the pull of her collar from Pearl's tugging at her shirt. Garnet moves her thigh from Pearl, then reaches between her legs and runs one long, slow stroke across Pearl's entrance, to her clit. Pearl is dripping wet, and when she pulls her finger back, she delights in letting Pearl see.

"Lie down on the carpet," she says softly, but sure Pearl can hear her. And in case there's any confusion, she adds. "Face down."