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The suite was high above the city, private and impossibly still. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the skyline like a ***ting—lights twinkling, buildings silent, unaware of the charged, simmering world being built inside.

The submissives were already waiting. Naked. Kneeling. Hands resting on thighs, backs straight, eyes lowered. A couple—his body muscular and tense, hers soft and pliant, both flushed with anticipation. The evening had started before they entered this room. They had followed every instruction. Prepared. Presented themselves exactly as told.

Across from them stood their Dominants.

He was all control—salt-and-pepper beard, shirt sleeves rolled, forearms veined and relaxed at his sides. Everything about him radiated ownership: of the room, the night, the bodies kneeling before him. But his eyes weren’t on them.

They were on her.

She stood beside him, barefoot on the cool marble floor, wrapped in a sheer black robe that slipped over her fat, brown body like smoke. Her bald head gleamed in the low light. Her presence was magnetic—sensual, grounded, indulgent. She wasn’t playing at power. She wore it like skin.

She didn’t speak. She moved.

The submissives stayed perfectly still as she circled them, hips swaying, each slow step sending an ache of anticipation down their spines. She dragged her fingers across the woman’s shoulder, then down the man’s chest, smiling when he shivered.

He stepped forward behind her, silent as breath, stopping when she stopped. Together, they were calm. Unhurried. Deadly.

“Bed,” she said simply.

The submissives obeyed. They crawled on all fours—no prompting needed—onto the massive velvet-d***d bed.

She took her time untying the silks laid out on the nightstand.

She looked at the woman. “Arms up.”

He looked at the man. “Face down.”

They moved.

She bound the woman’s wrists to the headboard, arms stretched overhead, breasts rising with every breath. Her thighs fell open instinctively, eager and exposed. The man was flat on his stomach, arms stretched behind him, ankles tied to the corners of the bedframe, ass slightly raised—offered.

He ran his palm over the man’s back, down to his ass. “Just like that.”

She leaned down over the woman, letting the curve of her body press into her submissive’s. “Still now.”

Bondage first. Not decoration—structure. Intention. Control.

She stood and selected a flogger. The tails were leather, broken in, soft but firm. He handed her a blindfold. She slipped it over the woman’s eyes with surprising tenderness.

“Breathe.”

The first strike was gentle. A test. A taste.

The woman moaned softly.

More followed—building in rhythm, pressure, heat. The flogger left pink trails across thighs, across breasts, along the soft curve of her stomach. Her body lifted to meet each strike, her voice growing louder, needier.

“Please…” she whispered. “Please, Miss…”

The Domme smiled, satisfied. She glanced at her partner.

His fingers were already gliding down the man’s cleft, spreading him, testing the pressure of his plug, then removing it slowly, watching how the submissive whimpered and pressed back for more.

“Look at that,” she said, watching the man tremble. “Already begging and no one’s even touched his cock.”

He reached for a glove and lube, slicked his fingers, and eased one inside the man’s ass. He groaned, face buried in the sheets, fists clenched in their bindings.

“Good boy,” he murmured. “You’ll take whatever we give you.”

She returned to the woman, kneeling between her legs. Her mouth found her slowly, tongue lapping at her swollen clit while her fingers teased the soft skin just above. The woman moaned, arching into her mouth, writhing.

She pulled back. “Don’t come yet.”

“Please, Miss—”

The Domme slapped her pussy once, hard. The woman cried out.

“You’ll ask. And you’ll wait.”

She stood, gliding her slick fingers over the woman’s lips, ***ting her own arousal across them. The woman licked, obedient and desperate.

“Good girl.”

He was already fucking the man now—slow, deep thrusts that had the bound submissive moaning openly into the sheets. His hands gripped the man’s hips, holding him in place.

“Is this what you need?” he asked, voice low, gravelly.

“Yes, Sir—please, yes—”

“You’ll take all of me.”

The Domme climbed on top of the woman, straddling her chest, her thick thighs framing the submissive’s flushed face.

“Lick.”

The woman obeyed instantly, tongue desperate, worshipful, licking every drop she was given.

“Yes,” the Domme breathed, grinding against her mouth. “That’s it. Drink it all.”

He was thrusting harder now, breath ragged, sweat slicking his chest. The male submissive sobbed against the bed, his cock leaking onto the sheets.

The Domme leaned forward. “They’re close.”

He growled. “Let them.”

“Come for us,” she said, riding the woman’s mouth faster. “Now.”

The man screamed as he came, body convulsing under the older Dom’s weight, cock untouched, exploding from the relentless fucking and the command he couldn’t resist.

The woman came seconds later, trapped under her Domme, licking desperately as her body bucked in the restraints, juices soaking the bed beneath her.

And then—stillness.

He pulled out slowly, watching the man shudder. She slid off the woman, chest heaving, eyes bright.

No one spoke.

She untied the woman’s arms gently, pulled her into her arms. The submissive curled into her, sobbing softly—not from ***, but from the crash, the sweetness of being held after being used.

He cradled the male submissive’s head in his lap, stroking through his hair, whispering small words of praise.

They lay there for a long time. Bodies tangled. Sweaty. Raw. Real.

This wasn’t a scene. This was devotion. Ritual. Home.

Later, the four of them would share water, food, warm towels. They would clean each other gently. The Dominants would sit on either end of the couch, their submissives curled between their legs like they belonged there—because they did.

Because this wasn’t just kink.

This was a structure. A bond.

And tonight, it had been fulfilled. Beautifully. Together.

[ha****]

Wow that's so fucking hot I🥵

[GreyHog]

Dreamy.... nice job, baby girl. Daddy approves....