Day 2: Dom/Sub

Day 2: Dom/Sub

"Look at you," Deborah drawled, her voice thick with amusement. "So quiet. So obedient." She leaned down, her breath hot against Ava's ear. "You know, you're never this well-behaved when I've got a mic in front of me."

Ava swallowed hard, fighting the urge to respond, knowing full well Deborah wasn't looking for a smart remark right now. Silence was the expectation. Submission was the rule. And tonight, Ava was determined to follow every single command.

Deborah's fingers slid under Ava's chin, tilting her face up so their eyes met. "Oh, look at that," Deborah teased, her smirk widening. "No backtalk. No sarcastic little quips. Maybe I should keep you in sub mode all the time."

Ava's heart raced at the suggestion, but she kept her expression neutral, waiting for Deborah's next move.

Deborah's thumb brushed along Ava's lower lip, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "At the very least, maybe I should keep you like this at my next show," she mused, stepping back slightly to survey her. "God knows it'd stop you from whispering with the bartender again."

Ava felt the heat rising in her cheeks but kept her mouth shut, knowing full well Deborah was referencing their last stop, when Ava had gotten a little too chatty with the staff during Deborah's performance. It was playful, sure, but Deborah's irritation had lingered long after the crowd had dispersed. This, clearly, was her punishment—and Ava was more than willing to take it.

"On your knees," Deborah commanded, her voice sharp but smooth, and Ava immediately complied, lowering herself further to the floor. The carpet was rough against her skin, but the discomfort only added to the intensity of the moment. She could feel Deborah's eyes on her, appraising, judging, and somehow that gaze was heavier than any touch.

Deborah stood in front of her, arms crossed, looking down with a smug smile. "God, I almost don't recognize you like this. So much quieter. It's almost like you're a different person." She tapped her chin, pretending to think. "I might just start bringing this version of you to my shows. You're much less of a distraction."

Ava's pulse quickened, the tease hitting just right, making her stomach flutter. She knew Deborah was pushing her buttons, reminding her who was in charge, and she loved every second of it.

"Hands behind your back," Deborah ordered, her tone firm but calm.

Ava complied instantly, clasping her hands behind her back, her head still bowed, waiting for Deborah's next instruction.

Deborah's smirk widened. "Good girl," she murmured, stepping closer until her legs were just inches from Ava's face. "So much better when you listen."

Ava's body tingled at the praise, her skin buzzing with the anticipation of Deborah's next move. The space was tight in the small bedroom of the tour bus, but the closeness only added to the tension, making the air between them feel thick and charged.

Deborah reached down, gripping Ava's hair lightly, tugging her head back so their eyes met again. "You're going to stay like this for a while," she said, her voice low and commanding. "Not a word. Just follow my lead."

Ava nodded, her breath shallow, her body completely attuned to every little movement Deborah made. She could feel the heat of Deborah's body so close to her, the scent of her skin, the quiet dominance radiating from her as she took control.

"Now," Deborah continued, her fingers tightening in Ava's hair. "You remember what happens when you disobey, right?"

Ava nodded again, unable to speak but fully aware of the consequences.

"Good," Deborah purred, her smirk returning. "Because tonight, I expect nothing but obedience. No backtalk, no sass. Just you, doing exactly what I say."

Ava's body trembled with excitement, her pulse racing as Deborah released her hair and stepped back slightly, just enough to maintain control of the space but still leaving Ava kneeling, her hands locked behind her back.

Deborah circled her slowly, her fingers grazing Ava's skin lightly, teasing but never giving her enough. "You look so much better like this," Deborah mused, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Maybe if you were this quiet during rehearsals, we wouldn't get into so many arguments."

Ava's lips twitched, the urge to respond bubbling up inside her, but she held her tongue, knowing that silence was part of the submission. Still, the playful banter between them was as much a part of this dynamic as the control Deborah exerted over her.

Deborah stopped behind her, her hand trailing down Ava's back, her touch soft but firm. "You've always wanted this, haven't you?" she murmured, her voice low and seductive. "From the moment you met me, you wanted someone to take control. Someone to put you in your place."

Ava bit her lip, her body trembling under Deborah's words. The truth of them stung in the best way, a reminder of how deeply this dynamic resonated between them.

Deborah leaned down, her lips brushing against Ava's ear. "I could keep you like this forever," she whispered, her breath sending a shiver down Ava's spine. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Just following my every command, doing exactly what I tell you."

Ava's heart raced, her mind spinning with the intensity of the moment. She was completely at Deborah's mercy, her body aching with the need to be touched, to be controlled, to be owned.

Deborah's hand slid around to Ava's throat, her grip firm but not too tight, just enough to remind Ava who was in charge. "You don't get to come until I say," she murmured, her voice dripping with authority. "Understand?"

Ava nodded frantically, her breath catching in her throat as Deborah's fingers tightened slightly.

Deborah smiled, a dark glint in her eyes as she watched Ava struggle to maintain her composure. "Good girl," she whispered, releasing Ava's throat and stepping back. "Now, let's see how quiet you can really be."

With that, Deborah's hands slid lower, teasing along Ava's inner thighs, her touch light but enough to send a jolt of electricity through Ava's body. Ava moaned softly, her legs trembling as Deborah's fingers moved higher, skimming the edge of her panties but never quite giving her what she needed.

"Shh," Deborah hushed her, her voice full of amusement. "Remember, quiet."

Ava bit her lip, struggling to keep still as Deborah's fingers grazed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh again, teasing, taunting, keeping her right on the edge without ever pushing her over.

"You're so much better like this," Deborah murmured, her fingers finally slipping under Ava's panties, brushing against her wetness. "No talking, no backtalk. Just you, doing exactly what I want."

Ava's breath hitched, her body trembling as Deborah's fingers moved faster, her touch firm and unrelenting. The space was too small, too intimate, the air thick with tension and the promise of release that Deborah held just out of reach.

"Stay still," Deborah commanded, her voice sharp, but Ava's body was already giving in, her hips bucking slightly against Deborah's hand, desperate for more.

Deborah's smirk widened. "I said, stay still."

Ava froze, her breath catching in her throat as Deborah's fingers paused, waiting for her to comply.

"Good girl," Deborah whispered, her fingers moving again, this time with more purpose, more control. "You're learning."

Ava's body trembled, her mind swimming in the haze of pleasure and submission, her entire focus locked on Deborah's every command, every touch. The teasing was gone now—this wasn't about banter anymore. Deborah's hand moved with purpose, her fingers slipping deeper into Ava's soaked heat, her movements controlled but relentless.

Ava gasped, her body jerking involuntarily as Deborah curled her fingers inside her, hitting just the right spot. The pleasure surged through her like electricity, making her thighs shake and her breath come in ragged bursts. Her hands, still clasped behind her back, dug into her skin, a desperate attempt to hold herself together as Deborah worked her body with expert precision.

"Stay still," Deborah growled, her tone sharp but low, her breath hot against Ava's neck. She thrust her fingers harder, deeper, her other hand gripping Ava's hip to keep her in place. "Don't move until I tell you."

Ava whimpered, her knees threatening to give out as Deborah's fingers pumped inside her, each stroke driving her closer to the edge. Her body ached with the need for release, but she held herself back, her mind repeating Deborah's command over and over, desperate not to disobey.

Deborah's fingers moved faster now, her thumb brushing against Ava's clit in slow, torturous circles. The contrast between the hard, deep thrusts of her fingers and the soft, teasing strokes of her thumb drove Ava wild, her moans growing louder, her breath more ragged with each passing second.

"God, you're so wet," Deborah murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction as her fingers slicked easily in and out of Ava's body. "You love this, don't you? Being completely at my mercy."

Ava's head lolled back, her eyes fluttering shut as she fought to stay still, her body quivering with the effort. Her throat felt tight, her mind foggy, lost in the haze of submission. She wanted to beg, to plead for release, but she knew better. Deborah hadn't given her permission yet, and the thought of disobeying was enough to keep her teetering on the edge, holding herself back even as her body screamed for more.

Deborah's breath was hot against her ear, her fingers never slowing, never letting up. "You're going to come when I say," she whispered, her voice low and commanding. "Not a second before."

Ava whimpered, her thighs shaking, her body trembling with the effort of holding herself back. The pleasure built inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust of Deborah's fingers, every brush of her thumb against her clit. She was so close, her body begging for release, but she held herself back, waiting for Deborah's word.

Deborah's grip on her hip tightened, her fingers thrusting harder now, faster, each movement sending a fresh wave of pleasure through Ava's body. The small space of the bedroom made everything feel more intimate, more suffocating, the heat between them palpable.

Ava's breath came in desperate, ragged gasps, her legs trembling as she teetered on the edge. Deborah's fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot again and again, her thumb pressing harder against her clit, pushing her right to the brink of orgasm.

"Now," Deborah commanded, her voice sharp and firm. "Come for me. Now."

Ava's body exploded, the orgasm ripping through her with such force that she cried out, her head tilting back as her body convulsed around Deborah's fingers. Her thighs shook violently, her breath coming in desperate, broken gasps as the pleasure crashed over her, wave after wave, leaving her trembling and spent.

Deborah's fingers didn't stop, working her through the orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until Ava was left a quivering, breathless mess on the floor. Her body slumped forward, her forehead resting against the rough carpet as she tried to catch her breath, her mind still spinning from the intensity of the release.

Slowly, Deborah withdrew her fingers, her hand brushing lightly over Ava's trembling thigh as she stood up, looking down at her with a satisfied smirk.

"Good girl," Deborah murmured, her voice soft but full of authority. "You did well."

Ava remained where she was, still gasping for air, her body trembling from the intensity of the orgasm. Her mind was hazy, her thoughts sluggish, but there was a deep satisfaction in knowing that she had followed Deborah's commands perfectly, that she had given her everything she wanted.

Deborah crouched down beside her, her hand brushing a strand of hair from Ava's face. "Next time," she whispered, her lips brushing against Ava's ear, "we'll see how far I can push you."

Ava's body shuddered at the promise, her heart racing despite her exhaustion. She knew Deborah would hold true to her word, and the thought of what was to come sent a thrill through her.

But for now, she was content to remain at Deborah's feet, her body spent, her mind swimming in the haze of submission, knowing she had pleased her dom.