Day 1: Bondage
Ava's wrists strained against the silk ties, her breathing ragged, chest heaving with every shallow inhale. The cool sheets beneath her felt like a fleeting comfort, a contrast to the heat coursing through her. Deborah stood at the edge of the bed, watching, an amused smirk tugging at her lips as she surveyed Ava with a calculated, slow gaze.
"God, you look pathetic like that," Deborah drawled, her voice rich with amusement. "I bet none of your exes ever did this to you, huh?"
Ava squirmed, her arms aching slightly, but she said nothing. She wasn't going to give Deborah the satisfaction—at least, not yet. She bit down on her lower lip to stifle the moan that had been threatening to escape for the last several minutes, though her body betrayed her as a light shiver ran down her spine.
Deborah caught it, of course. She always did. She raised an eyebrow, leaning down to brush a fingertip along Ava's thigh, just grazing the skin. "Oh, come on, Ava," she teased, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Don't tell me you thought you could hide how much you wanted this. I saw it the first time you looked at me. You've been dying for someone to take control, haven't you?"
Ava's body tensed, her mind fighting between defiance and the overwhelming need that was curling in her belly. Of course, Deborah would know exactly what to say to dismantle her defenses. "That's not true," Ava protested, her voice shaky, barely convincing even to her own ears.
"Oh, please," Deborah scoffed, dragging the back of her nails slowly along the inside of Ava's thigh. "It's so obvious. You've been waiting for this—for someone to tell you exactly what to do, how to behave. Honestly, I'm surprised no one figured it out before. Or maybe you just never gave them the chance to get you like this." Deborah's voice dropped, a husky edge slipping in. "I bet they were all too soft with you. Afraid to really show you how it feels to let go. But not me."
Ava swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering shut as Deborah's fingers trailed higher, only to stop just before where she wanted them the most. Of course, she would tease her. Deborah never gave without making her beg first. A whine escaped Ava's throat, betraying the defiance she was still clinging to.
Deborah chuckled lowly, taking in the sight of Ava straining, her body practically vibrating with need. "Look at you. You're already about to fall apart, and I've barely touched you. How tragic." She shifted her stance, leaning down to speak directly into Ava's ear. "But let's be real, you've been coming undone since the first time I gave you an order, haven't you?"
Ava's pulse quickened, her breaths growing more shallow. "Shut up," she muttered, her voice cracking just enough to make her humiliation more obvious.
Deborah pulled back with an exaggerated sigh. "Oh, sweetheart, you don't get to play brat with me tonight. Not when you're tied to my bed, begging with your eyes for me to make you feel something none of those other people ever could."
Ava's eyes flashed open, meeting Deborah's. Her heart pounded at the raw truth in the older woman's words. The denial tasted bitter in her mouth, but it clung to her stubbornly. "I'm not—"
"Not what?" Deborah cut her off, voice sharp. "Not desperate for this? Not completely undone right now because someone finally has the guts to make you feel small? Please. You practically begged for this without saying a word. From the moment you met me."
Her hand moved lower again, her thumb pressing just below Ava's belly button, her nails trailing over Ava's skin so lightly it was agonizing. Ava's hips bucked instinctively, but Deborah pulled back immediately, a smirk growing wider across her lips.
"No, no. Not yet. You don't get to have what you want that easily," Deborah whispered, her tone dark and deliciously commanding. "You need to earn it. And after that mouth of yours? You're going to have to beg me properly."
Ava's frustration came out in a huff, her chest rising and falling faster now. Her entire body was taut with anticipation, each inch of her skin electrified under Deborah's gaze. "This is...this is ridiculous," Ava managed to say, though the crack in her voice betrayed her again.
Deborah laughed, low and knowing. "Ridiculous? Honey, you've never been more honest in your life. I can feel it in the way you can barely stay still. You're dying for me to touch you. And I bet if I asked you right now, you'd beg for it, wouldn't you?"
Ava's pride tried to scream no , but her body betrayed her again, a soft, desperate whimper escaping her lips. She hated how easily Deborah could pull her apart, how her usual sharp wit crumbled in the face of this overpowering desire. Her body was on fire, and Deborah had all the control.
"I knew it," Deborah purred, taking a step back to admire Ava's writhing. "You really were meant to be someone's good little submissive. You just needed the right person to show you."
Ava's face burned. The word "submissive" hung heavy in the air between them, taunting her. There was a part of her that wanted to argue, to push back, but every inch of her was screaming for Deborah to touch her, to stop playing this torturous game and give her what she so desperately needed.
Deborah, though, was enjoying every moment. She loved watching Ava squirm, loved knowing that she had unraveled the layers of Ava's carefully constructed façade. "Come on," she coaxed, her voice soft but firm. "Say it. Admit that you want it. Admit that you need me to take you apart."
Ava's lips parted, but the words stuck in her throat. She closed her eyes again, trying to focus on anything other than the aching emptiness inside her. But the longer Deborah hovered just out of reach, the more unbearable it became.
"You're so close," Deborah whispered, leaning down to kiss the corner of Ava's jaw, her breath hot against Ava's skin. "Just say it, and I'll make you feel better than anyone ever has."
Ava's breath hitched, the weight of Deborah's words crashing over her. Her defenses were gone, crumbled to dust. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I...I need it. I need you."
Deborah smiled, her lips brushing Ava's ear. "Good girl."
Without warning, Deborah thrust three fingers deep inside Ava, hard and fast. The sudden intensity ripped a gasp from Ava's throat, her body jerking in response to the rough intrusion. It wasn't what she had expected—but it was exactly what she needed. The sensation was overwhelming, Deborah's fingers filling her completely, stretching her with a force that left no room for hesitation or control.
Ava's body arched, her hips bucking up against Deborah's hand, her wrists straining even more against the silk ties as she tried to push herself closer, deeper, harder into the feeling. She could barely catch her breath, the onslaught of pleasure mixed with just the right amount of pain making her head spin.
Deborah didn't let up, her pace relentless, her fingers moving in and out of Ava with a steady, punishing rhythm. Her thumb found Ava's clit, rubbing in slow, tight circles, a stark contrast to the fast, rough way her fingers drove into her. The combination made Ava's entire body tense, a scream building in her throat as she teetered on the edge of losing herself completely.
"See?" Deborah's voice was low, teasing, but laced with satisfaction. "This is what you wanted all along. To be taken like this. Rough. Fast. Just a little slut, begging to be filled."
Ava's mind was in shambles, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Deborah's fingers worked her harder, faster. Every word that spilled from Deborah's lips only pushed her closer to the edge, her body trembling as the pleasure built inside her, coiling tight and ready to snap.
"God, you're soaking," Deborah growled, pressing her thumb down harder on Ava's clit, her fingers curling just right inside her. "I bet none of your exes ever fucked you like this, did they?"
Ava shook her head frantically, unable to form words, her throat tight as the pressure inside her mounted. She had never been touched like this before—so fast, so merciless, so completely overwhelming.
Deborah leaned down again, her breath hot against Ava's ear. "That's right. I'm the only one who knows how to make you feel this good. I'm the only one who knows what you really need."
Ava moaned loudly, her body trembling uncontrollably as Deborah's fingers thrust deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside her over and over. The sensation was unbearable, her entire body on fire, her skin buzzing with electricity as the pleasure built to an excruciating level.
Deborah grinned, sensing Ava's impending release. "You're close, aren't you?" she whispered, her voice dark and dripping with satisfaction. "So close to coming all over my hand like the good little slut you are."
Ava could only nod, her back arching off the bed as the tension inside her reached its breaking point. She was right there, teetering on the brink, her entire body trembling as she waited for Deborah to push her over the edge.
"Come for me," Deborah commanded, her fingers driving into Ava harder, her thumb pressing down on her clit with a ruthless precision. "Come now."
The words, combined with the relentless pressure, were all it took to send Ava spiraling into oblivion. Her body convulsed, a scream tearing from her throat as she came hard around Deborah's fingers, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Every nerve in her body lit up, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful, her muscles shaking uncontrollably as she rode out the release.
Deborah didn't stop, her fingers continuing to thrust into Ava, drawing out every last bit of her orgasm until Ava was left a trembling, gasping mess on the bed. She finally pulled her hand back, leaving Ava empty and breathless, her body still quaking from the aftershocks.
Deborah smirked, looking down at Ava with a mixture of amusement and pride. "Told you," she said, wiping her fingers on the sheets. "No one's ever fucked you like this before."
Ava lay there, completely spent, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She was too exhausted to argue, too overwhelmed to deny it. Deborah had taken her apart in every way, and there was no point pretending otherwise.
But Deborah wasn't done. Not yet.
"Well, well," Deborah purred, running her hands along her hips as she stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at Ava. "I'd say that was a job well done. Wouldn't you agree?"
Ava could barely nod, her body still trembling from the intensity of it all, but she knew that look in Deborah's eyes—there was more coming. The predatory gleam was unmistakable, and before Ava could catch her breath, Deborah moved with graceful ease, climbing onto the bed and positioning herself over Ava's face.
"Now, sweetheart," Deborah said, her voice dripping with condescension, "since you were such a good girl for me, I think it's only fair that you thank me properly."
Ava blinked up at her, her mind still reeling as Deborah's thighs hovered above her, so close, her scent already filling the air between them. "Wait—" she started, but Deborah cut her off with a smirk, settling down just enough for Ava's lips to brush against her skin.
"No arguments," Deborah said, her voice firm but teasing. "You've got a lot to thank me for. After all, I did just give you the best orgasm of your life. Now, it's time for you to return the favor."
Ava's pulse quickened again, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten as Deborah lowered herself fully onto Ava's face. The weight, the heat, the overwhelming presence of Deborah on top of her—it was all too much, and Ava's body responded automatically. Her tongue darted out, finding Deborah's slick heat, tasting her immediately.
"That's it," Deborah groaned, her hand threading into Ava's hair as she pressed her down. "Show me how grateful you are."
Ava's tongue moved faster, her lips wrapping around Deborah as she began to work, her exhaustion fading as she focused entirely on the task at hand. Deborah's taste was intoxicating, her arousal as demanding as her personality, and Ava gave in completely, licking and sucking with everything she had.
Deborah moaned above her, her fingers tightening in Ava's hair as she rode her face, grinding down against her mouth, taking what she wanted. "Oh, you're good at this," Deborah hissed, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. "Better than I expected. Maybe all those exes weren't so useless after all."
Ava didn't stop, her tongue delving deeper, flicking and swirling in all the right ways as Deborah's breath hitched. Her thighs clenched tighter around Ava's head, her movements becoming more frantic as Ava pushed her tongue further, eager to please.
"God, yes," Deborah groaned, her voice low and husky. "You love this, don't you? Being used like this. You're pathetic, but you're damn good at making me come."
Ava moaned against her, her own arousal building again despite the overwhelming exhaustion in her body. She wanted Deborah to fall apart on her, to feel the same intensity that she had just experienced.
Deborah's hips began to move faster, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she rode Ava harder, grinding her heat against Ava's eager tongue. "That's it," Deborah panted, her voice rough with need. "Don't stop. I want to come all over that pretty little mouth."
Ava didn't stop. She couldn't. Her tongue worked furiously, her hands gripping Deborah's thighs to keep her steady as Deborah's movements became erratic, her moans louder and more desperate.
With a final, guttural groan, Deborah's body tensed, her thighs squeezing Ava's head as she came hard, her release coating Ava's mouth. Ava kept going, licking and sucking until Deborah's body finally relaxed, her breathing heavy and uneven as she slowly came down from her high.
Deborah sat back, her body still trembling slightly as she looked down at Ava, her lips quirking into a lazy, satisfied smile. "Now that's how you show gratitude," she said, her voice breathy but full of that signature Deborah smugness.
She lifted herself off of Ava's face, leaving Ava gasping for air, her face flushed and glistening from Deborah's release. Deborah grinned, running a hand through her hair as she slid off the bed, leaving Ava spent and utterly wrecked.
"You're a quick learner," Deborah said with a wink as she began to straighten her clothes. "Keep that up, and you might actually get good at this."
Ava could only lie there, completely spent, knowing deep down that she'd be back for more.
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Next kinks:
Day 2: Impact Play
Day 3: Wax Play
Day 4: Voyeurism/Sex Club
Day 5: Dom/Sub
Day 6: Rimming
Day 7: Phone Sex