The Training of Madeleine, Day Two

Madeleine kneels with her arms yanked behind her back, elbows locked to her wrists, rope biting deep into her skin. Sweat runs down her spine. Every breath feels earned. Nika walks a slow circle around her, eyes cold, heels clicking. She stops, grips Madeleine by the hair, and yanks her face forward until the trainee’s lips brush the heat between the dominatrix’s legs. Madeleine parts her mouth, ready, but Nika holds her there, inches away, letting the need grow. Then she pushes her down, burying that pretty face into wet, waiting flesh. The trainee moans into it, tongue working, while her body stays twisted in the ropes. No mercy. No release. Just the steady rhythm of being used.