Chapter 15: Day 15 - Foursome/BDSM Club
Day 15 - Foursome/BDSM Club
"Are you ready for me?" the domme asked, her voice low and dark, the kind that sent shivers down Bradley's spine.
Bradley swallowed hard, her gaze flicking over to Laura, who stood behind the submissive, already preparing her strap-on, the black harness tight around her waist. She felt a surge of something—trust, excitement, maybe even a little fear—but she nodded. "Yes," she whispered.
The domme smiled, her hand wrapping around Bradley's wrist, pulling her closer with an assertive tug. "Good. I like them obedient."
Bradley's pulse raced as the domme's fingers dug into her arm, the grip firm but not painful, just enough to remind her who was in charge now. She felt a strange mix of exhilaration and surrender, a sense of freedom in giving up control, especially knowing Laura was right there.
Laura caught Bradley's eye, her expression calm but with a spark of something dangerous in her gaze. "I'll be watching," she said softly, her hand already resting on the sub's lower back, guiding her into position.
With that, the domme moved Bradley over to one of the padded benches in the center of the room. Without any hesitation, she positioned Bradley on all fours, her hands gripping the soft leather as she felt the domme's hands roughly slide over her hips.
"Don't hold back," the domme whispered in her ear, her voice laced with promise. "You'll take everything I give you."
Bradley barely had time to process the words before she felt the first sharp smack across her ass. The sting was immediate, sending a jolt of heat through her body. Another smack followed, harder this time, leaving a clear red mark in its wake. Bradley gasped, her body jerking forward, but she didn't resist—she couldn't. The sensation was overwhelming, but the need to please, to be good, pushed her to stay still.
"You look so good like this," the domme growled, her hands roughly kneading Bradley's reddened skin before she reached down, pulling a small flogger from her side. "Let's see how much you can take."
Bradley bit her lip, her body trembling as the flogger hit her skin, each strike more intense than the last. The pain mixed with pleasure, the burn of each impact sending shivers down her spine. She could feel her skin heating up, the marks growing with every hit, but the ache only made her want more.
Behind her, she could hear Laura's soft, calm voice as she spoke to the sub. "Relax," Laura whispered, her hands gently parting the sub's cheeks as she pressed the tip of her strap-on against the sub's tight entrance. "I'm going to take you slowly, but you're going to feel every inch."
The submissive moaned softly, her body arching as Laura slid into her, the pace slow but deliberate, every movement calculated. Laura's hands gripped the sub's hips, holding her steady as she pushed deeper, filling her completely.
Bradley's breath came in ragged bursts as she focused on the rhythm of the flogger, the domme's rough hands keeping her grounded, her body aching with need. Just as she thought she couldn't take any more, the domme tossed the flogger aside, her hands quickly working to free her own strap-on, which had been hanging loosely around her waist.
Without warning, the domme entered her, hard and fast, filling Bradley in one swift motion. Bradley cried out, her fingers digging into the leather of the bench as the domme's hips slammed against her, the intensity of it taking her breath away. Every thrust was rough, demanding, leaving her no room to catch her breath as the domme pushed deeper, her nails digging into Bradley's hips, marking her skin.
"You're taking it so well," the domme growled, her pace relentless, her grip bruising. "I'm going to make sure you feel this tomorrow."
Bradley could only nod, her body too overwhelmed by the sensation to respond. Her mind swirled in a haze of pleasure and pain, the line between the two blurring with every rough movement. The way the domme used her—without hesitation, without gentleness—was exactly what Bradley craved, and she gave into it completely.
Behind her, Laura's thrusts were slower but no less intense, her strap-on moving in and out of the submissive with precision. The sub's moans filled the room, her body quivering under Laura's control, but Laura didn't rush. She wanted to draw out the moment, to make the sub feel every stretch, every thrust as she took her anally.
"Good girl," Laura whispered, her hand sliding up the sub's back, tracing her spine as she pushed in deeper. "You're doing so well."
Bradley's mind spun, her body trembling as the domme's pace grew even rougher, each thrust hitting her harder, pushing her to the brink. The mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, every nerve in her body on fire as she felt herself slipping closer to release.
"Don't come yet," the domme hissed, her voice sharp as her hand slapped against Bradley's ass again. "You'll come when I say."
Bradley whimpered, her entire body trembling under the domme's control, every inch of her skin alive with sensation. The sharp sting of the domme's slaps, the bruising grip on her hips, and the relentless pace of the thrusts—it was all pushing her to her limits. The command to hold back felt like torture, her mind spinning as she tried to focus on anything but the overwhelming need building inside her.
Behind them, Laura's pace quickened. She pushed deeper into the submissive with each thrust, her hands gripping the sub's hips firmly, controlling every movement. The sub moaned, her body rocking in rhythm with Laura's thrusts, her back arching as Laura's fingers dug into her skin.
Laura leaned down, her lips brushing against the sub's ear as she whispered, "You're doing so well. You're going to take all of me, aren't you?"
The sub nodded, her voice barely a whimper as she gasped, "Yes, please."
Laura smirked, straightening up as she adjusted her grip, thrusting harder now, her strap-on plunging deeper into the sub's ass. Each movement was calculated, precise, but with enough force to make the sub cry out in pleasure. Laura watched her carefully, taking in every moan, every gasp, making sure the sub felt everything Laura wanted her to feel.
"Good girl," Laura murmured, her voice low but filled with approval as she continued to push the sub to her limits.
Bradley could hear them—could hear Laura's steady, controlled movements, the sub's soft whimpers—and it only heightened her own experience. The domme's rough grip on her hips, the relentless pounding, the heat of her skin—it all built together into an unbearable intensity. She was close, so close, but she knew she couldn't let go yet.
The domme's breath was hot against Bradley's back as she leaned in, her voice a low growl. "You feel that? How deep I am inside you?" She punctuated the question with a particularly hard thrust, causing Bradley to let out a ragged gasp. "You're mine right now. I decide when you get to come."
Bradley's fingers dug into the leather of the bench, her body shaking with the effort it took to hold back. The way the domme used her—so rough, so demanding—it was everything she needed in that moment. Her skin burned with every smack, her muscles quivered with every thrust, and the tension in her core coiled tighter and tighter until it felt like she would snap.
"Please..." Bradley whimpered, her voice barely audible, almost begging. "Please let me come."
The domme chuckled darkly, her grip tightening even more, her nails digging into Bradley's skin. "Not yet," she whispered, her tone laced with wicked pleasure. "You'll come when I say so, and not a second before."
Bradley bit her lip, her mind spinning, her body teetering on the edge of release. She wanted to obey—wanted to be good—but the overwhelming sensation of the domme's relentless fucking was pushing her to her breaking point. She could feel the bruises forming on her skin, the sting of every slap lingering long after the impact, but all she could think about was how much she needed to let go.
Laura, meanwhile, was in her own rhythm with the sub, her strap-on moving in and out with perfect precision. The sub's moans were growing louder, her body trembling under Laura's control, her ass clenching around the strap-on as Laura pushed deeper, harder. Laura's hand slid up the sub's back again, her fingers curling into her hair, pulling gently as she whispered, "You're going to come for me, aren't you?"
The sub let out a desperate moan, her voice shaking as she gasped, "Yes, please, I'm so close."
Laura's smile was dark, her thrusts becoming harder, her voice soft but commanding. "Come for me, then," she whispered, her fingers tightening in the sub's hair. "Now."
The sub cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her, every muscle in her body tensing as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Laura didn't stop, her movements precise as she guided the sub through every moment of her release, her grip firm and unyielding.
The sight of Laura's control, the sub's surrender—it all sent a shockwave of need through Bradley. She couldn't hold back any longer.
"Please," Bradley gasped, her voice shaking with desperation as she looked over her shoulder at the domme. "Please, let me come."
The domme paused for a moment, her hand sliding up Bradley's back, tracing the curve of her spine. Then, with a sharp slap to Bradley's ass, she growled, "Come for me."
The command hit Bradley like a jolt of electricity. Her body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her in violent waves as the domme's rough thrusts pushed her through every pulse of pleasure. Bradley's cries filled the room, her body shaking uncontrollably as she finally let go, her muscles tensing and releasing as she rode out the intensity of her release.
The domme didn't let up, her hips slamming into Bradley with brutal precision, dragging out her orgasm until Bradley was left breathless and spent, her body trembling with exhaustion.
Behind them, Laura slowly pulled out of the sub, her hands gently guiding her down to rest on the padded bench. She looked over at Bradley and the domme, her eyes dark with satisfaction as she took in the scene.
Bradley slumped forward, her body still shaking from the intensity of what had just happened. The room felt hot, heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, but there was a strange sense of calm that followed. She felt the weight of the domme's hands on her skin, the marks that would undoubtedly stay for days, and she didn't mind. She wanted to feel this for as long as possible.
The domme leaned down, pressing a kiss to Bradley's shoulder, her voice soft now. "You did so well," she murmured, her hands gently running over the marks she'd left behind. "Such a good girl."
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