Total control

Dawn didn’t just sip the first glass of wine she drained it in two **** gulps, the rich red liquid barely touching her tongue before it slid down her throat. The warmth spread through her chest, loosening the tight coil of anticipation in her stomach.

Polly watched her with a smirk, her painted lips curling in amusement. "Fuck, girl," she purred, refilling Dawn’s glass without hesitation. "I think you needed that more than I realized."

Dawn nodded, her fingers trembling as she accepted the second glass. Her entire body felt electric, like a child trembling on Christmas Eve, waiting for the magic to unfold. But this wasn’t about Santa. This was something darker. Something delicious.

Polly slinked into her bedroom, leaving the door ajar as she began to undress. Dawn’s breath hitched as she watched from the living room, her gaze trailing over the curves of her friend’s body. Polly’s long legs were toned, her ass sculpted from years of Pilates and vanity. A faint shadow of dark blonde curls peeked above her slit before she stepped into a tiny black thong.

Then came the leather a tight bodice that pushed her breasts up into sinful perfection, thigh-high boots that clicked against the hardwood as she moved. Dawn’s own fingers had slipped between her thighs without thought, the pearls of her thong rolling against her clit in slow, teasing circles.

Fuck, she looks incredible.

Polly caught her staring. Their eyes locked for a charged second before Polly’s smirk deepened. "Slut," she murmured, voice dripping with command. "Your Mistress needs your assistance."

Dawn was on her feet before she could think, her pulse roaring in her ears. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered, the words sending a fresh wave of heat between her legs.

Polly turned, presenting the smooth curve of her leather clad ass. "Zip me up."

Dawn’s hands shook as she reached for the silver zipper. The scent of Polly’s perfume—something expensive and floral with an undertone of musk wrapped around her. She wanted to press her lips to the exposed skin of Polly’s back, to drag her tongue along the ridge of her spine. But she didn’t.

That would cross a line.

The zipper slid up with a hushed shick, and Polly turned, catching Dawn’s chin between her fingers. A soft kiss brushed her cheek just a whisper of contact before Polly pulled away.

"What’s the plan for tonight?" Dawn asked, her voice unsteady.

Polly shrugged, as if the answer were obvious. "We’ve been invited to a special party. A few… select people. I thought it might be fun." A pause. A knowing glint in her eye. "And maybe give you the chance to pop that precious little cherry with the right man."

Dawn froze.

This wasn’t what she’d expected. She’d always imagined her first time would be with someone she loved someone who’d take her to bed on her wedding night, all soft whispers and gentle touches. Not some stranger at a party. Not like this.

"I don’t know," she stammered. "It’s all happening so fast."

Polly’s expression darkened for a fraction of a second before she schooled it back into amusement. "Oh, come on. You already sucked Tony’s cock today and don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it." She traced a finger along Dawn’s chin and down her neck resting it on the collar around Dawns thin neck. "Now go fill our glasses. Please."

That last word wasn’t a request. It was a command, and it sent a thrill straight to Dawn’s core.

She obeyed.

As Dawn poured the wine, Polly retreated to her bedroom, leaving the door just slightly ajar. She pulled out her phone, swiping open the app . Her fingers moved quickly, adjusting settings with practiced ease:

OBEDIENCE – MAX

AROUSAL – HIGH

SUGGESTIBILITY – HIGH

A satisfied smile curled her lips before she slipped the phone away and returned to the living room.

Dawn was already on her third glass, her cheeks flushed, her pupils dilated.

"We still need more photos for the review," Polly said smoothly, lifting her own camera. "Pose for me."

At first, it was innocent enough hands behind her back, head tilted just so. But with each click of the shutter, Polly’s instructions grew bolder.

"Arch your back."

"Touch yourself."

"Show me how wet you are."

Dawn obeyed without hesitation, her body moving as if guided by an invisible string. Every command sent another jolt of pleasure through her, every flash of the camera stoking the fire inside her. She couldn’t say no. She didn’t want to.

By the time Polly put the camera away, Dawn was panting, her skin slick with sweat, her thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to relieve the ache.

"The Uber’s here," Polly announced. "You’re sitting up front."

The night air was cool against Dawn’s feverish skin as they stepped outside. She was dizzy from the wine, from the pearls still rubbing against her clit, from the sheer need coiling tighter and tighter inside her.

The driver was a middle aged Indian man who barely glanced at them as they climbed in. Polly settled into the backseat, her voice a whisper against Dawn’s ear.

"Play with his cock," she murmured, her breath hot. "I want to make sure we get a five-star review."

Dawn didn’t hesitate.

Her hand slid onto the driver’s thigh, her fingers tracing the seam of his trousers before finding the zipper. He stiffened, his grip tightening on the wheel, but he didn’t stop her.

"It’s okay," Dawn whispered, her voice honey sweet as she freed his hardening length.

The memory of Tony’s cock filled her mind the weight of it, the way it had pulsed against her tongue. She wanted that again. Wanted to taste this stranger, to feel him buck against her lips.

But Polly hadn’t told her to suck him.

So she stroked instead, her thumb swirling over the slick head, her fingers tightening around his shaft. The driver’s breath came in sharp gasps, his knuckles white on the wheel.

At a red light, he came with a choked groan, thick ropes of cum splashing over Dawn’s fingers.

Polly giggled from the backseat. "You better clean yourself up before the party."

Dawn lifted her hand to her lips, licking the salty tang from her skin like a cat savouring cream.

The driver tucked himself away, his face unreadable.

When they arrived at the hotel a towering monolith of glass and steel Polly stepped out first, her boots clicking against the pavement. From her bag, she produced a thin black leash, the clasp gleaming under the streetlights.

Without a word, she fastened it to Dawn’s collar.

Dawn’s heart hammered as she was led inside, the leash a tangible reminder of her surrender.

She had no idea what awaited her beyond those doors.