Domination Nation #2 - Part 4

Stephanie Swift pulled Julie Rage through the heavy door into the dim dungeon. Black leather cuffs dangled from the ceiling beams. Steel racks held crops, paddles, and chains that caught the low light. Julie wore only heels and a silk collar; Stephanie wore black latex that hugged her like paint. She shoved Julie face-first against the padded bench. Leather straps circled Julie's wrists and ankles in quick, practiced motions. A blindfold slid over Julie's eyes. Stephanie's gloved hand cracked across Julie's ass—sharp, deliberate—then rubbed the sting away only to slap again. Julie gasped and pushed back for more. Stephanie reached between her legs and found her soaked. Two fingers slid inside without warning. Julie moaned loud, hips grinding against the bench. Stephanie leaned close, breath hot on Julie's ear. "Don't you dare come until I say." She twisted the fingers deeper, curling, fucking her slowly. The wet sounds filled the small room. Stephanie added a third finger, stretching her, then pulled out completely. Julie whined. A strap-on harness clicked into place around Stephanie's hips. She dragged the thick head along Julie's slit, teasing, before thrusting hard and deep in one smooth motion. Julie's whole body jerked. Stephanie gripped her hips and started fucking—steady, powerful strokes that made Julie's knees shake. Each thrust drove her harder against the bench. Stephanie's latex-covered thighs slapped Julie's ass. She reached down, found Julie's clit, rubbed it in tight circles while she kept driving the cock deeper. Julie's breath turned ragged. Sweat gathered under the blindfold. When Stephanie finally gave permission, Julie came with a raw, broken cry, pulsing around the strap-on, thighs trembling. Stephanie stayed buried to the hilt until the spasms eased, then pulled out slow. She unlocked the cuffs, removed the blindfold, and turned Julie over to look at her. Both women smiled—wet, flushed, hungry for round two.