Kapitel 14: Day 14: BDSM Club/Voyeurism
Day 14: BDSM Club/Voyeurism
The low hum of conversation, the clink of glasses, and the soft sounds of leather and restraints filled the air as Bradley sat close to Laura in the private booth. The dim lighting of the club created a seductive atmosphere, shadows moving across the walls as people passed by, engaged in their own private displays. It was their second time at the BDSM club.
In the center of the room, just a few feet from where they sat, another couple was on display. The woman kneeling on the floor was bound at the wrists, her head lowered submissively as her partner—a tall, commanding figure in black—moved around her with deliberate slowness. The the domme and sub were locked in a dance of control and surrender.
Bradley couldn't take her eyes off them, the scene unfolding in front of her with a mix of awe and fascination. She wasn't sure if it was the atmosphere or the couple themselves, but something about the rawness of it—the trust, the tension in their BDSM scene—sent a shiver through her.
Laura, sitting beside her, noticed the way Bradley's gaze lingered on the couple, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. She leaned in close, her breath warm against Bradley's ear. "You like watching, don't you?" Laura whispered, her voice low but filled with a teasing edge.
Bradley swallowed hard, her eyes still fixed on the couple in front of them. "I... it's just... intense," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly.
Laura chuckled softly, her hand sliding beneath the table, brushing lightly over Bradley's knee. "It's more than just intense," she murmured, her fingers moving higher, teasingly close to the hem of Bradley's dress. "It's turning you on."
Bradley's breath hitched as Laura's hand inched up her thigh, her fingers brushing over the sensitive skin just below her underwear. She didn't respond—not with words, at least—but her body betrayed her, her thighs instinctively parting slightly as Laura's touch grew closer to where she really wanted her.
"Look at them," Laura whispered, her lips brushing against Bradley's ear again. "See how she submits so completely? How much she trusts her partner?"
Bradley's eyes flicked back to the couple. The domme had moved behind the submissive now, her hands trailing over her bound wrists, her fingers brushing lightly over her skin, teasing but not giving in completely. The sub's body trembled under her touch, her head still bowed, waiting—wanting.
Bradley's breath came quicker, her pulse racing as she felt Laura's hand slide higher, her fingers slipping beneath the thin fabric of her underwear. The first touch against her clit was light, barely there, but it sent a jolt of heat through Bradley's body, her hips pressing forward instinctively, wanting more.
"Laura..." Bradley breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper, her fingers gripping the edge of the table as she fought to maintain control.
Laura's chuckle was soft, wicked. "Shh," she murmured, her fingers moving in slow, teasing circles over Bradley's clit. "Don't make a scene. Just watch."
Bradley bit her lip, her eyes flicking back to the couple, though it was hard to focus on anything other than the way Laura's fingers moved against her. The domme had begun teasing the submissive's body more openly now, her hands gliding over the sub's exposed skin tweaking her nipples with hard, cruel pinches.
"See how she's waiting?" Laura whispered, her voice filled with dark amusement. "She knows she won't get what she wants until her domme says so. And you—" Laura's fingers pressed harder against Bradley's clit, drawing out a loud gasp from her that could be heard around the small club. "You're going to do the same. You don't come until I say."
Bradley's body trembled. The couple in front of them had moved into a new phase, the domme positioning herself behind the sub, her fingers pumping into the sub with a viciousness, her hand coming down roughly on her now pinking behind. The sub's breathing had grown heavier, her body trembling with need, but still, she didn't move, didn't make a sound.
"You want to be like her, don't you?" Laura whispered, her breath hot against Bradley's skin as her fingers continued teasing. "So controlled. So obedient."
Bradley whimpered softly, her thighs trembling as she pressed her hips forward, chasing more of Laura's touch. "Please..." she breathed, her voice shaky, desperate.
Laura's lips brushed against the side of Bradley's neck, her fingers pressing harder now, circling faster over her clit, but still denying her the release she so desperately craved. "Not yet," Laura whispered, her voice full of dark promise. "You wait until I say."
Bradley's breath came in short, ragged bursts as her body quivered on the edge, the pleasure building so intensely that it felt almost unbearable. But she knew Laura—knew she wouldn't let her come until she was ready to give the command. It was a game, one they'd played before, but this time, in this setting, it felt even more powerful.
Her eyes darted back to the couple, the submissive now trembling as the domme leaned down, whispering something in her ear that Bradley couldn't hear but could easily imagine. Whatever it was, the sub responded immediately, her body tensing, her head tilting back in absolute bliss.
"You're going to come when I tell you to," Laura whispered, her fingers circling faster now, her touch more insistent, more demanding. "And when you do, you're going to be quiet. No one here needs to know how much you're falling apart for me."
Bradley's teeth sank into her bottom lip, her entire body trembling as Laura's words pushed her even closer to the edge. She was right there, right on the brink, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts as she tried to hold on, to wait for Laura's permission.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Laura's fingers flicked her clit, her voice low and filled with command. "Come for me, Bradley."
The words shattered what little control Bradley had left. Her body convulsed, the orgasm crashing over her in waves of heat and pleasure that left her shaking, her hands gripping the table for support as she fought to keep quiet, just like Laura had told her.
Laura didn't let up, her fingers moving through every pulse of Bradley's release, drawing out each last tremor until Bradley was left breathless, her body spent, her mind spinning.
When it was over, Laura's touch became softer, more soothing. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Bradley's neck, her voice filled with quiet satisfaction. "You did so well," she murmured, her fingers still lightly tracing over Bradley's skin. "Such a good girl."
Bradley's chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. The other couple's scene was winding down too, but Bradley's mind was still racing, her thoughts swirling with everything that had happened. There was a part of her that couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in the submissive's position, to be bound, waiting, completely at the mercy of someone else.
Laura's lips brushed against her ear again, her voice low but teasing. "Would you like that?" she asked softly. "To be the one on your knees like that next time?"
Bradley's breath hitched, the older woman could always seemingly read her mind. She hesitated for a moment, her body still trembling, but the thought of it—of submitting fully, of giving up control—sent a thrill through her that she couldn't deny. Slowly, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes... I would."
The taller woman smiled against her skin, her fingers trailing lightly up her girlfriend's thigh. "I thought so," she murmured, her voice filled with dark amusement. "And what about them?" Laura's gaze shifted back to the couple, who were now in quiet conversation, the domme still standing tall over her kneeling partner. "Would you like to play with them?"
Bradley's heart raced at the question, the idea of sharing something so intimate with another couple making her both nervous and excited. She bit her lip, her body still buzzing from the aftermath of her orgasm, and nodded again, her voice trembling slightly. "Yes," she whispered. "I would."
Laura's smile widened, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she kissed Bradley softly on the lips. "Good girl," she whispered, her hand giving the blonde's thigh a light squeeze before she stood up. Bradley watched her move with the same calm confidence she always had, every step deliberate, every glance filled with purpose.
Bradley's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Laura approach the couple. She had no idea what Laura was going to say, how she would broach the subject, but she trusted her—trusted her to guide them both through this. The excitement of what was to come sent a shiver down Bradley's spine, and she shifted slightly in her seat, feeling the heat between her legs pulse once more.
Laura stopped a few feet from the couple, her hands casually resting at her sides, but there was nothing casual about the way she held herself. She exuded confidence, control. Bradley couldn't hear the words exchanged, but she saw the domme's gaze shift toward her, an assessing look that sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through Bradley's body.
After a brief conversation, Laura glanced back at Bradley, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. She extended her hand toward her, beckoning her to come over.
Bradley's breath caught as she stood up, her legs still shaky as she made her way over to where Laura stood. Her nerves were buzzing, but the excitement—the thrill of what might happen next—overpowered any hesitation. She trusted her lover completely.
When Bradley reached her, Laura wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "They're interested," Laura murmured softly into her ear, her lips brushing against her skin. "You ready to play, Jackson?"
Bradley's pulse raced, her body trembling with a mixture of nerves and desire, but she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes."
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