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Fifteen

A/N Ok, I'm not putting warnings anymore. I'm a kinky bench, we all know it by now. You're just as bad or you wouldn't have made it this far so enjoy...

Yoongi dragged Hoseok through the club eagerly. He had missed this, the freedom to be who he was without having to worry about preserving his reputation. As though how he liked to fuck in any way effected his ability to negotiate deals or negated his skill in any way.

Not that he was being particularly submissive at the moment, but Hoseok didn't seem to require or even desire that from him, yet.

They stopped when a flash of white in the sea of black caught his eye. A woman, tall and statuesque, clad in latex from the stockings on her stiletto shod feet to the fascinator nestled in her sable hair. Cherries adorned the lingerie set, corset, panties, bra and she looked equally appetising. She was elegant and glamourous, red lips and cat eyes, like she had stepped out of the golden age of cinema. The skin left bare was alabaster and painted with stunning tattoos.

She held herself with the dignity and poise of a queen, in direct contrast with the collar at her neck and the vibrant red leash in the hand of her shorter companion. In comparison, her dom was rather prim; dressed in a simple, modest, black wiggle dress with a kick pleat at the back, black seams lining the back of her Cuban heeled hose, low black leather heels on her petite feet, her unnaturally bright red hair styled into victory rolls and curls.

The redhead tugged on the leash, silently demanding her sub bend down to listen to her. The brunette's head tilted before her lips curved into a seductive smile and her dark eyes lit with anticipation, nodding eagerly.

Yoongi found himself trailing the women curiously, his hand still engulfed loosely in Hoseok's larger one. They weren't the only ones, the two stunning women parted the crowd like Moses, drawing a small crowd in their wake.

They paused at the foot of the stage with the wooden apparatuses, Yoongi suspected that it might have been simply to build anticipation. Then the commanding redhead climbed the stairs, tugging on the collar once she reached the top, jerking her brunette sub forward to the appreciative murmur of the crowd.

She passed the long padded table and the workhorse looking spanking bench to the St Andrew's cross. Then the tall brunette was turned to face the crowd, her elegant dom behind her. A well manicured hand slithered around her bound waist and down her hips, dipping intimately over her latex-clad mons venus, rubbing lewdly, much to the sub's embarrassment before skipping to the clasps at her stockings, undoing them one by one deftly. Then the hand disappeared again.

Suddenly she was jerked back a little and her already tiny waist grew even smaller and her painted red mouth rounded into an O of pleasant surprise. The corset loosened enough for the brunette beauty to shimmy out of it, leaving her naked from the waist up. The art permanently inked into her skin continued over her abdomen and below her breasts. Even her pert breasts were inked, cute pink hearts blending seamlessly with her areola. The nipples were pouting and pierced with simple silver bars.

Then her leash was unclipped and she was positioned against the X of the St Andrews cross. The petite redhead ran her hand down the slender arm of her sub softly before encircling her wrist and lifting it to the leather cuff dangling from the chain affixed to the wood of the frame. She did the same with the other arm, taking her time. Then she kicked the stillettoed feet roughly apart, making the majestic brunette lose her balance, lurching forward only to be caught by the bite of leather and steel.

Her ankles were strapped down one by one while she watched mutely. Finally the leather straps dangling from the middle of the apparatus were affixed around her waist and buckled tightly. She gave dramatic shimmy, like a magician's assistant proving the trap was real.

The mistress bent to the table Yoongi had been eyeing with anticipation since they'd climbed the stairs, picking up a black cloth. She showed it to her captive who bit her lip and nodded. They were speaking to each other lowly, but Yoongi couldn't hear what was said over the music and crowd.

When it was secure around the brunette's eyes, the redhead went back to the table, lifting various tools off the table to show the audience, silently asking if she should employ them on her helpless victim. The crowd cheered and clapped at each one. But it was the flogger she finally settled on. She walked slowly to her sub who obviously heard her footfalls and turned her head toward her, licking her lips uncertainly and squirming in her shackles. The domme circled her prey, reaching out to brush her fingers against the decorated flesh with featherlike strokes. The latex girl shivered, her head trying to follow the sounds.

Then the domme's wrist snapped and the flogger licked the sub's thigh, making her flinch. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as the suede tendrils caressed her body. Then it's stinging kiss curled around the curve of her hip. And so it went, the gentle touch, the sharp sting, thigh, mound, hip, breasts until her skin was glowing red and her breath was panting.

Yoongi knew that feeling, the hot hypersensitivity that wasn't quite pain but was so deliciously close. He was very aware of Hoseok at his back, his strong arms encircling his waist, hands resting on his stomach. He wasn't sure if the man was even aware of the way his fingers played restlessly with the leather of Yoongi's harness, fingering and tugging on it. He leant back into Hoseok's embrace tentatively, deliberately letting his ass brush against him, gratified to find him already hard. He'd known that night; known the first time he'd called him Kitten and told him to stop teasing; he'd known that Hoseok would fit into his world like a hand in a glove.

Their attention was drawn back to the stage when the elegant mistress began to fit long metal claws over her own fingers. Yoongi's breath stilled in anticipation of what was to come.

A/N Ooh! Some scratching sensory play up next! Tattooed girls in latex make me weak! 🤤 If you like the cherry set, it's from Westward Bound Latex. You're welcome. 😘
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