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Daniella Noriega had always had a fascination with BDSM. She wasn’t sure what it was about it exactly that drew her to it, but she was well and truly drawn in. The handcuffs, the whips, the control, and the roughness of it all was something she craved.

Her wife, Bianca, had a vague interest in the idea before she’d met Dani, but it was nothing compared to the world that she’d been drawn into when they got together. But there was a part of Dani that craved more than the dynamic Bianca offered, and that’s when they started discussing the possibility of a threesome. Ella was an obvious choice. Ella Vaday. International theatre legend, actor, singer, dancer, comedian and occasional professional domme. Her friends, however, knew her as Ella Collier, a strong and beautiful, yet often reserved woman. She was a long time friend of the couple with her goofy humour, shit jokes and a tendency for generosity and kindness definitely being key factors of their friendship. She had experience way beyond Bianca’s, known in certain circles for her strict domination style. Yet, there was an affection involved with Bianca and Dani that made the whole idea more intimate than a usual hookup.

They’d messaged for weeks, their usual group chat laced with hints of the events to come. When Dani and Bianca finally arrived in Manchester, the trio had met for dinner. They negotiated over food before a show they were there to see. Wine was consumed, just enough to loosen the tension, the excitement built quickly as all three of them gave and received their expectations. The couple noticed a significant change in the usual goofy and geeky energy they saw in their friend as she explained her rules and boundaries, all whilst eating her salad.

They all enjoyed the show, a touring cast version of ‘Book of Mormon’, one of Ella’s favourite musicals. She’d bought the tickets in the first place, hoping it would bring them all together after way too long. Dani had sat between the other women, a stray hand on her thigh that didn’t belong to her wife. She noticed her hand sat much firmer against her skin than Bianca’s did. Before they knew it they were back in the hotel suite Bianca had picked out specifically for the huge beds and the separate lounge area she knew would end up being useful later.

Ella preened herself in front of the mirror, tossing her long, dark hair over her shoulders and adjusting her bra strap under her dress. She pushed her lashes up and wiped the excess liner smudged under her eye, then applied a fresh coat of her nude liquid lipstick.

She gazed at Dani in the mirror’s reflection, catching her wanton stare. She ran her tongue over her teeth, almost daring her to move from her position as she pulled the front of her dress down just a fraction of an inch to reveal more of her nude bra.

“Glad to see we’re focused.” Bianca chuckled at her self-admiration as she walked out of the bathroom. She looked over to Dani and raised a single eyebrow. “Like what you see?”

Dani sputtered, “Bianca!” as she tried to explain herself, but Bianca’s hand around her throat made her lose her words.

“It’s okay, baby. I want you to look.” She reassured the younger woman again, her words softly spoken even through her firm, dominating actions.

Ella smirked dangerously at Bianca’s next line. “Look at us, watch us all you want, whilst we ruin you.”

Ella strolled on her six inch platforms with an undeniable confidence to join Bianca. She ran her hand down Bianca’s blouse, her eyes locked on Dani all the while. “Did I ever tell you how pretty this is?” She asked, sweetly teasing as she played with the silky fabric. It was pretty, a little satin number with black spots. She’d paired it with a very professional looking black pencil skirt and Ella truly thought she looked divine.

“Thank you, my love.”

Dani stood, trying not to fidget, hands tucked into her sides and her feet together. She knew she was being messed with, purposefully ignored, and she was determined to pass the test that Bianca and Ella had laid out. But captured in the gaze of both women, she felt an air of uncomfortableness.

The pair eventually turned their attention fully to Dani, eyeing her up with a matching mischievous glint in their eyes.

“Shall we get rid of some of these clothes? Hmm?” Ella poised a finger to the side of her face, resting her cheek on her hand. “Strip.”

Her command was sharp, short and so her. Dani shuddered slightly as she pulled her oversized shirt over her head, exposing the lacy bralette and matching panties that Bianca had bought especially for this occasion.

“You look so gorgeous.” Bianca spoke breathlessly. She’d never admit just how crazy she drove her, wanting desperately to measure up to Ella’s strict demeanour.

Ella reached forwards and unclasped her bra. Dani gasped as it fell to the floor, exposing her entirely. Bianca followed her lead, wrapping the thin fabric of her thong around her finger tight so when she pulled it quickly away from her body, it ripped away in one smooth tear.

Ella’s fingers traced down from her lips, to her throat to then gently start circling her nipples. She used just one finger on each side, but it was enough to make them hard almost instantly. Dani cursed her body for its responsiveness, but the women were just so damn hot.

Bianca’s hands felt so familiar next to Ella’s, roaming up and down her body in a way that was so typical of Bianca, needing to feel as much skin as possible before taking her.

Ella needed to test her. So she took two fingers and pinched her nipples. Hard. She chuckled proudly as Dani groaned.

Dani tried to reciprocate their attention, reaching for the front of Ella’s dress, her eyes resting firmly on the exposed middle section of her bra, but Ella slapped her hands away. She gave her thigh a firm spank in response, that cocky grin coming out when Dani gasped.

“You really thought it’d be that easy?”

Ella stepped back for a second, her eyes glued to Dani’s. Her stare intimidatingly beautiful, and Dani realised in this moment just how attractive Ella was. Her chocolatey locks cascading over her dress as those beautiful hazel eyes captured her gaze. She felt a slight pang of guilt for a split second, but it was torn away as Bianca rubbed her shoulder reassuringly, her fingers pressing hard into the top of her back muscle.

Ella ran a single acrylic nail up Dani’s throat to prop up her chin. She scrutinised Dani’s needy gaze, her brow furrowing slightly as she looked her up and down.

“She’s a cute little needy thing.” Ella smiled, but the glint in her eye was anything but friendly. She wrapped her full hand around Dani’s throat, forcefully pushing her onto the bed behind her.

Bianca watched, half in awe and half in arousal. She felt a pang of possessiveness as she watched her Dani fly onto the bed at the hands of another woman, but that possessiveness was exactly what pushed her to be a better lover for her wife. She knew that Ella had years of experience beyond what she did, and was determined to learn from her expertise.

Dani grinned as Ella climbed on top of her, fingers tracing along the neckline of Ella’s dress again, desperate to see what was underneath the fabric. The way she was positioned on top of her only exposed more of her flesh, and she wanted to see it all. “Please?” She asked meekly, testing the waters of exactly how Ella would react to her.

Ella shook her head, giving her a couple of spanks to her ass, then one right on her pussy, smiling at the way the American beauty writhed underneath her. She closed her legs, trapping Ella’s hand between them in the warm heat. Ella didn’t like that, pushing her legs apart and turning to the older woman still hovering behind them.

“Can you grab those for me, darling?” She said to her fellow domme. She nodded to the cuffs and a spreader bar Bianca had set on the dresser before they’d started. “If she can’t stay in position herself, we’ll tie her down.”

Bianca’s eyes flickered with interest. Dani struggled, but with two women on her, it was a futile attempt to resist the inevitable. They cuffed her wrists to the headboard, then secured her legs into the bar. Ella pulled it wide, exposing her entirely.

Bianca got up on the bed, kissing down her neck, whilst Ella took in the sight of the beauty before her. She internally struggled, feeling a disconnect between the professional domme attitude she’d come into the room with and her instincts. She wanted to absolutely ravish Dani, but she was worried about overstepping a boundary with Bianca right there.

Bianca sunk her teeth down into the sensitive flesh of her wife’s stomach, sucking on the skin. She wanted her marked, covered in physical reminders of this night for the days and weeks to come. She noticed Ella holding back slightly, and jumped off the bed, taking her friend’s hands into hers. She stroked over the soft skin with her thumb, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“You can let go, El.” She leaned right in, her lips ghosting the shell of her ear in a move she remembered Ella talking about once after a random hook-up. “Let go.”

Bianca kept hold of her hand to pull her onto the bed. Ella climbed up, resting her hands tentatively on her brand-new submissive’s body, trying to shake the anxiety out of her head. She pinched at the skin slightly, pleasantly surprised when Dani arched into her touch.

“Fuck.”

“Language.” Ella pinched harder, playing the line between pain and pleasure to test where Dani’s boundary was. She dug her nails into the flesh just to feel the skin under them, and pleasure immediately ran through her at the sensation.

Bianca positioned herself to lie on her side, giving Ella more room to play with. She dragged her hand up and down Dani’s body, almost in a way that mirrored Ella’s movements but in a softer pattern.

Ella skimmed her nipples again, absolutely obsessed with her responsiveness. She turned to Bianca as she rolled her nipples between her fingers.

“Is she always this sensitive?” She asked nonchalantly, knowing the tone would make Dani squirm.

“Mmhmm.” Bianca nodded.

“Interesting.”

She released her from the grasp of her fingertips, scanning the tools scattered across the bed. She reached for a feather.

If she’s this sensitive, this will surely pack a punch. She thought to herself.

She dragged the feather along her skin, just the very tip. At first, Dani’s reactions were small, but soon the overstimulation of the light touches had her thrashing in her restraints. Ella didn’t let any of her go untouched, even dragging the feather along the sensitive nerves of her clit.

Bianca’s hands were all over her, one started playing with her clit, and Ella moved the feather out of the way. Dani buried her face into her wife’s neck, her murmuring incoherent.

“Are you okay?” Bianca checked in, relieved when she nodded.

“It’s a lot. Good a lot.” She murmured into the skin.

Something in Ella needed more. She battled internally before leaning down and kissing Dani’s neck. She never did this, no-one ever gaining enough trust, or frankly, enough desire for Ella to have her mouth on them. Besides, keeping a firm distance between her and a play partner was an important part of her domination, a way to ensure that boundaries stayed in place, and that she could remain fully in the right headspace to deliver what she needed to for a client. But this, Dani and Bianca weren’t her clients and something about being with them was bringing out a different side in her, one she wanted to explore more of.

Her need for Dani was feral, and her ‘professional domme attitude’ was long gone as dragged her teeth along her clavicle, the tremor against her mouth beautiful yet so pathetic. She sank her teeth down into a nipple, Bianca still playing with her clit.

“Don’t let her get too close.” Ella gave her a heads up for her plans, chuckling at Dani’s frustrated whine as Bianca’s motions against her bundle of nerves eased up a little.

She pulled at her nipples between teeth, becoming fast addicted to the feeling of skin between them. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt that by any means, but Dani was so intoxicating.

She moved down, positioning herself comfortably between Dani’s legs.She gestured to Bianca to move her hand out of her way, Dani whining all high-pitched when she did so. Ella spread her apart with her finger and thumb, noting how pretty her pussy was before leaning in.

This was something Ella reserved only for those she was close to, generally subs she’d been servicing for a while, finding it far too intimate usually. There was just a hint of hesitation as she wondered if she could be making a huge mistake, but she pushed that feeling away in the name of pleasing this beauty.

Ella nudged against her clit with her nose, testing the waters before diving in fully. She dragged her tongue against Dani’s folds and relished the pathetic whimper she elicited.

She experimented between long licks and short flicks of her tongue, trying to decipher which pulled a stronger reaction from the gorgeous woman. She was fast approaching the edge, after having Bianca’s hands play with her for so long.

“Bianca! Please!” Dani moaned loudly, automatically turning to her wife for permission when she started to get close.

“Don’t ask me, ask Ella.” Bianca teased. She ran a hand down from her hair to just lightly tease her nipple.

“Ella.” Dani moaned her name.

She already sounded so broken, her voice cracking as she called out for her. Ella reached out her spare hand to Dani’s, sensing her slight anxiety. “We've got you.” She reassured her.

“I need to come.”

Ella pretended to think about it, her brow furrowed, face painted into a musing expression. “No, I don’t think so.”

She backed away, looking up at Bianca gleefully as they both watched her thrash in her bonds.

Dani whined desperately, their eyes on her as she felt her clit twitch and all she wanted was to close her legs and hide. Ella being at eye level didn’t help much. Then she heard the whirl of a vibrator fill the space.

It was instantly pressed against her, Ella not giving her too much chance to calm down before going straight back to teasing.

She felt the orgasm building back up but Ella just pulled the vibrator away. She turns it off and waits, resting a hand on her thigh, so close to the wet heat of her core.

“Please.” She says, wanting more of the sweet touches. Her clit pulses in time with her heartbeat, and she feels like she might explode if Ella doesn’t touch her. Dani knows it would be futile to ask Bianca for more, as she keeps her feather light touches teasingly above her waist.

Ella just sighs, thumb stroking firmly up and down. She loves to tease her, to make her want more. She loves her frustrated and wet and aching desperately for her touches and Dani is particularly intoxicating in a way that she hasn’t necessarily found with anyone else before.

“You know you want to.” Dani pressures, that cheeky grin appearing back on her face. Ella thought it was cute before but now she wants nothing more than to wipe it, and the bratty attitude that comes with it, off of her face.

“You know, I thought you’d be better at this, El.” Dani bragged and glanced down at her as she spoke, wondering if the eye contact would push Ella into a deeper domme space.

As soon as the words leave her lips, she realises she’s made a horrible mistake. Ella, pissed at the audacity of this fucking little brat, slaps relentlessly against the tied woman’s cunt. Dani actually gasped in shock, the hardness bringing tears to her eyes just from the first of them.

“That’s Goddess to you.” She spoke with no room for argument.

Dani’s bratting sparked something in Ella. She wanted to push her further, but there was that one thing she needed to let herself go. That one word that when whined by this brat, she knew would push her into a whole new level.

“I’m good.” Dani shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly but her smile proved that she was intentionally trying to wind Ella up.

“Listen here, you little shit.” Ella was losing her cool, and Dani was enjoying watching her get more and more frustrated. She slid a finger over her clit, knowing by now exactly where her most sensitive spots were. “Say it.”

Bianca rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Give me strength.” She muttered under her breath. No, Bianca. You are absolutely not aroused by this. She tried to convince herself, failing miserably.

She flicked the bundle of nerves, her expression smug when Dani inevitably gasped. “I said say it. Do you want another?”

Bianca rolled her eyes. “Dani, I’d say it if I were you.” She warned, seeing

Dani shook her head frantically at Ella’s question, but kept her mouth firmly closed. She was being such a brat but Ella kind of found it endearing in a way. She’d never admit it, but watching Dani try and gain a semblance of control was cute. Still, she stayed true to her word, flicking her again, harder this time, digging her nail into the underside. She began to rub her, driving her closer to the edge, yet again. “Now. Or you’re not going to like what happens to you.”

Dani finally gave in to Ella’s desires. To her own submission. “Goddess.” She moaned, thrusting her hips into Ella’s hand steadily.

“Good girl.” Ella rewarded her. “See, you can do it.”

“Oh fuck, please. Please, please, please.” She begged, her desperation was undeniably genuine. Ella could tell she was starting to reach that point of pure ecstasy and she only wanted to be the one to take her there.

“No.” Ella commanded, pulling her hand back.

Dani felt her eyes prickle with tears of frustration. She couldn’t hold them back once she started, a couple running down her face. She looked beautiful like this. So ruined, so destroyed. Ella knew she was absolutely just being a sadistic bitch but Dani was utterly irresistible.

“Awww, baby. Don’t cry.” Bianca teased.

Dani shook in her bonds at Bianca’s mocking tone. Ella’s eyes were still on her as she writhed against the air. She felt like they were burning holes into her, making her feel exceptionally exposed.

“Goddess.” She groaned, her hips pulsing for more of the touches. It made Ella feral. She had nothing left but the desire to relentlessly edge Dani until she screamed. She picked the vibe back up, using her other hand to pull the hood of her clit up. She positioned the vibrator against her completely exposed clit and ramped it all the way up, holding it firmly against her. She only turned it down when she got too close, but never off so she was still dangling, stuck on the very edge of an orgasm she desperately wanted with no way to relieve the ache between her legs.

“Shit Ella.” Bianca said breathily, her brow furrowed a little as she watched her wife’s legs shake with pure need. “She’s…she’s okay, right?”

Ella gave her a reassuring nod. “She’s okay. This is pretty normal for the intensity.”

“Wow, El. You’re…” Bianca wasn’t lost for words often. In fact, she was known for quite the opposite, always having a snarky comeback or a sarcastic comment up her sleeve. It was weirdly refreshing for Ella to have something she was stronger at than Bianca. Their friendship was never competitive necessarily, but there were occasional elements of healthy motivation.

Ella let Dani dangle for a few more seconds, timing perfectly the moment she wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer and turning the vibrator off. Dani let out a whine more high pitched than she ever thought possible.

“Okay… I’m bored.” Ella stretched her arms for a second, as the position of holding the toy in place had made them cramp up. She knew she needed to let Dani cool down in order to go where she wanted to go next.

Bianca sat up and walked off for a second, returning with some water out of the mini fridge. Dani drank from it willingly, the feeling of ice cold water hitting the back of her throat a fucking dream after the amount of screaming out she’d done in the past hour or so. Bianca stroked her hair as she drank, both of her domme’s giving her a little decompression time before continuing.

“Do you need anything else?” Ella asked her softly.

“No, Goddess.” She responded, still using her title just to be safe, even if it did make her cringe a little. She knew she was really going to have to behave now if she wanted any chance of coming at all tonight, and she really needed it after the sheer amount Ella had edged her.

Ella held up two toys, passing one to Bianca.

“Help me fuck her?” She said, smirking.

“You mean?” Bianca got the gist quickly as she slid her fingertips across the toy seductively, nodding, biting the inside of her lip as she imagined Dani being ploughed in both holes.

Ella ever so carefully uncuffed her arms, confident that the edge of her orgasm would have settled down enough to be able to safely move her without risking any accidents. As fun as it would be to ruin it, she wasn’t ready to let any of that frustration go. Her ideas would be much more effective with Dani needy and desperate.

She let her ankles out from the spreader bar. “Keep those legs apart, or you’ll regret it.” She warned her, knowing that her natural reaction would be to soothe the ache in any way possible.

Dani nodded as Bianca passed a long line of rope over the top of her. It was the softer, corded kind, and she felt grateful that Ella made sure it wasn’t the kind that would burn her wrists too much later. She let her place her into position, arms together, knees to chest and ankles tied to wrists to keep them secure. Bianca slipped a pillow under her ass, giving them better access to both of her holes. With her legs out of the way, there was plenty of room for Ella to lie between her legs and for Bianca to sit next to her, leaning gentle pressure against her lower thigh.

“We’ll just start by warming her up.” Ella said. There was something so hot about the women talking about Dani as if she wasn’t even there, discussing their plans in a slightly roundabout way. Ella sensed a slight uncertainty from the older woman. “Just do whatever you’d normally do.” She reassured her.

Dani gasped as Bianca’s thick fingers entered her. She used just two to start, regardless of the fact that Dani was absolutely soaked already.

“God.” Bianca shuddered as Dani’s fluids dripped down her hand. She hadn’t realised how pent up she’d become until now. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping Dani and Ella wouldn’t notice.

Ella started by kissing down her thigh before settling in, licking the first broad stripe from where Bianca’s hand finished all the way over her asshole before turning her attention entirely to the muscle.

Dani gasped as Ella’s tongue drew light circles against the ring of muscle. She clenched tight against the intrusion, but Bianca’s fingers pumping in and out of her pussy kept her relaxed enough to let Ella do what she needed to do.

Bianca pressed kisses to her thigh as she curled her fingers against her g-spot again and again, relentlessly pushing her towards another edge, but she couldn’t quite reach it. Bianca sank her teeth down, sucking a mark into the soft flesh as Ella finally pushed her tongue into her asshole fully, swirling it in a way that had Dani seeing stars.

She felt so full, and they hadn’t even started to fuck her with toys yet. Neither domme was willing to let up their motions. It was almost a competition at this point, both working hard to see who would break her faster. Ella finally slipped her hand into the mix, scissoring her fingers inside of her. God, that felt weird. Good weird, but weird nonetheless.

She whimpered. “Harder.”

“Can you take toys?” Ella asked her.

“Please, let me. Let me come.” Her whining high pitched as she asked. It had been hours, and she was exhausted. Ella and Bianca both moved away, Ella spreading her now Bianca’s hands weren’t in her line of view.

She was an absolute sight to behold. Bright red and so swollen, her clit doubled in size and pulsing furiously at the feeling of being spread open. She kicked her legs at the intrusion.

“Oh, no, no, darling.” Ella spoke, slapping her for the kicking. “Mmm. You are beautiful like this. Toys?” She asked again.

Dani shook her head, and Ella couldn’t help but wonder if she’d gone a little too far. She shifted her weight upwards, and so did Bianca, one on either side of Dani.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Ella asked her, knowing she was the one inflicting most of the sweet torture on her and therefore knowing it was absolutely her job to check in.

“Sore. Overstimulated.” She answered, letting Bianca press soft kisses all over her face. “Kiss me properly.” She demanded, sighing happily when Bianca’s lips met hers. Ella gave her one too, a rare treat for doing so well. She moaned into the kiss, it was rougher than her wife’s, and her cunt still ached.

“Please let me come.” She softened her gaze, looking Ella straight in the eye as she bit her lip and dropped her voice to almost a whisper. “Please, Goddess.”

“Mmmm.” Ella sighed and tilted her head to look at her. “I guess that would be okay.”

She chuckled as she looked at Bianca in a wordless question, holding the wand with one perfectly manicured hand.

“I think it’s only fair that you do it.” Bianca spoke. She opted to cuddle up back into Dani’s side, slipping a hand under her skirt.

Ella winked at her. “If you needed help, you only had to ask.” She joked, getting only an eye roll in response as Bianca bit her lip to stay quiet. Luckily, she wasn’t an overly vocal person in bed regardless, but she still had to make an extra effort to seem relatively unaffected.

“Beg nicely for me, okay?” Her tone was gentler than before but still demanding. “Beg nicely, and I promise you’ll get what you want.”

She flicked the vibrator on, pressing it against Dani for the last time, angling it in the position she’d found the most sensitive. It didn’t take long until Dani was whining and bucking her hips into the vibrations.

“Goddess. Please, Goddess. Please.” She begged so prettily, and Ella couldn’t help but feel a tingle at this gorgeous beauty calling out for her.

“Are you close?” Ella checked in with her.

She only got a nod and whimper in response. “Pleaseeeee.” She whined, feeling the edge approach for the millionth time that night. “Please. Please.” She gasped for air between her begging.

Ella nodded, smiling at her. “Come for me.” She said.

As soon as the words left her lips, Dani exploded. The combination of the vibrations and her wife playing with her ever-so-hard nipples sent her toppling over the edge. She shook, her legs trying to thrust forwards as she came hard. She felt her cunt pulse against the vibe, and the orgasm came in hard waves, crushing over her. It was more pleasure than she ever knew possible. Ella rode her through it, a hand on her thigh letting her know she was there with her.

She tossed the toy aside, crawling up the bed to kiss the younger woman softly. “You were so good for us.” She whispered. “So good.”

She allowed herself to indulge in a few soft kisses, the pressure of her friend’s tongue against her own was almost too much for Ella to handle, and she begrudged herself for not considering sleeping with the couple sooner. “Let’s get you out of these ropes.” She said softly.

They worked together to untie Dani, throwing the rope to the floor. Dani rolled her wrists around a few times, curling up as soon as her ankles were released.

Bianca wrapped her up in the sheets, curling up next to her and pulling her into her lap.

Ella watched fondly, addressing Bianca. “You’ve got her, right? I need a moment.”

Bianca just nodded so as to not disturb Dani, knowing she needed the quiet to decompress.

Ella stepped into the bathroom, turning the heat on the shower up and stepping into the steam. She showered away the night, washing all the sweat and juices off her body. It was nice to be able to take her time for a change, knowing Bianca had it all under control in the other room.

She’d hung up her favourite robe before they started, slipping straight into it as she hopped out of the shower. It was this gorgeous champagne velvet with a fur trim around the neck and wrists. It was kind of ridiculous, if she was being honest, but something about it just made her feel expensive.

She was relieved to see Dani sat up, arms wrapped around Bianca’s waist and wearing a tank top. She passed her a cereal bar that had been carefully placed on the bedside table during set up and climbed onto the bed.

There were absolute essentials for Ella when it came to aftercare. She needed to get clean, unable to abide the feeling of sweat against her skin regardless of how tired she was. She needed food of some kind, to rehydrate and on the rare occasion she felt comfortable enough she wanted to cuddle up. That was rare, but tonight was one of those nights.

Dani looked at it and shook her head. “I want pizza.”

She pulled Ella’s spare hand over, grasping it tight.

Bianca rolled her eyes but picked up the room service menu regardless. “Margarita or American Hot?” She asked.

“American Hot.”

Ella rolled her eyes and struggled to open the cereal bar with one hand, quickly resorting to using her teeth. “You are both ridiculous.” She scoffed, but there was no malice in her words.

Dani noticed as Ella’s robe slipped as she shifted in bed, exposing the top of her breast. The skin looked oh so soft and kissable, especially after Ella had been refusing such sweet touches all night.

Dani traced her hand over Ella’s jaw, relishing the sweet smile she got in return. She swiped down quickly, pulling the robe apart with quick fingers and sucking on the nipple.

Ella gasped and pushed her back. “I’m going to get you for that, you little slut.” She growled and pulled her robe up, tying it more securely. “Tomorrow. But I will get you.”

Dani just chuckled proudly as the room service guy knocked on the door.

Dani practically inhaled the pizza, Bianca picking at a couple of slices and feeding pieces of the pepperoni to her wife. Ella rolled her eyes again. “You’re idiots.” She chuckled.

“Yeah, we’re idiots, and your name is Ella Vaday.” Bianca bit back.

“It’s a stage name, you asshole.” Ella playfully slapped the other woman over Dani, only triggering Bianca to go in harder.

“I didn’t know the ensemble was credited.”

“Shut up, both of you. I’m tired.”

Dani sighed as she cuddled closer to Bianca but tightened her grip on Ella’s hand. “Ella, you’re sleeping in here tonight, right?”

“I can if you want me to.” Ella said, bringing her hand to her lips and pressing kisses to it.

“Please?” She said, “Bianca, that’s okay with you?”

“Whatever you want, my love.” Bianca agreed. “Ella, stay.”

“I’m comfy anyway.” Ella agreed. “Tomorrow, we’re going to get you a massage. A massage and I need a facial.” She spoke softly. “And then, we’ll go out and get you something pretty to wear and you can model it for us, and don’t think I’ve forgotten about that punishment.”

Bianca agreed softly. “You deserve the world, but seeing as we have no idea how to shrink planets yet, I hope you’ll settle for lingerie.”

Dani just giggled. “I love you.” She leaned into her wife, guiding her into a kiss. She locked lips with her before pulling back, her head lolling tiredly. “Love you, El.” She squeezed the hand and arm wrapped around her body, aware of not wanting to leave her out of the action.

She sighed happily between them, eyes growing tired. “Yeah, this, this is happening again.”

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Bianca awoke in a tangle of limbs, a leg thrown over her waist, an arm around her back and hair in her face. She gently removed the various body parts off of her, tucking the duvet back around where her body warmed Dani so she wouldn’t miss her touch. She brushed Ella’s hair back, smiling at the way her arm wrapped around Dani’s body and held tight to her forearm to pull her closer.

Ella was a sweetheart when she wanted to be.

She went to use the bathroom, moving aside Ella’s makeup bag and doing a quick tidy of the space. Her obsessive neatness was something Dani mercilessly teased her for, but they’d all be glad for the organisation when they played again later.

Bianca couldn’t help but think it was going extremely well. Even better than she expected actually. She desperately needed the time to reflect as she walked out into the living room, a mug of coffee in her hand within sixty seconds flat. She stood by the large window, the view looking out onto the streets of Manchester allowing her to people watch as her mind drifted back to the events of the night before. She couldn’t help but picture her wife tied in the positions Ella put her in. The way she’d held her leg in place whilst fucking her and the way she writhed against every single touch. Maybe she should feel insecure, but she didn’t at all. The gratification she got from that was far more than anything she’d experienced previously, and Ella was a goddess in more ways than one.

Ella emerged sleepily from the bedroom, still wrapped in her ridiculously extravagant robe. She snuggled it around herself and rubbed her hands together, as she filled the kettle.

“More coffee?” She asked.

Bianca looked at the few sips left in her mug and downed them. “Please.”

Bianca rested her head on Ella’s shoulder.

“You okay, Bea?”

“Tired.” She murmured.

She pushed her off gently so she could mix up their coffee, having a mug in Bianca’s hand in thirty seconds flat. “That’ll help.”

“I just thought of something funny.”

“What?”

“One of us is going to have to wake Dani.”

“She’s your wife. Have fun with that.” She laughed as Bianca groaned, heading back into the bedroom.

***

Ella threw the bags on the sofa as they returned to the room, kicking off her shoes and collapsing dramatically. She’d moved all her bags into Bianca and Dani’s room earlier in the day and although slightly bitter that she paid for a suite she’d yet to use, the company was nice.

“Hell of a day.” She groaned.

Bianca rolled her eyes. “Hilarious. Ten points to you.” She placed her bags neatly on the counter as she spoke, her heels neatly by the door as a testament to her obsessive nature.

She looked over to see Dani had joined Ella on the sofa, resting her head on their new lover’s shoulder. She walked over to join them, sandwiching Dani in the middle. This wasn’t particularly unusual. Dani and Bianca had always been particularly affectionate with their friends, especially with Ella. The three of them intertwined as they scrolled through emails and social media.

The quietness was comfortable. Ella would have been perfectly content to spend the rest of their day like this, but she’d made Dani a promise that she wasn’t intending to break and to be honest, the thought made her tingle.

She leaned in, lips close to her ear. “I think it’s time you tried some of this stuff on.”

“You think?” Dani grinned.

Ella slapped her butt as she stood up, gathering a armful of lingerie from the bag. She winked at her and Bianca as she walked into the bedroom. “I’ll be right back.” She said, swishing her hips as she closed the door behind her.

***

“Don’t forget you still need to be punished.” Ella trailed a hand over the lace of her bodysuit. “Are you up for that now?” She asked. She may be the dominant one, but consent is always the foundation of BDSM, and she’d never push Dani into anything she’s not ready or in the mood for.

“I could be.” Dani winked at her, standing up straighter when Ella raised one eyebrow, tilting her head at her.

“Is everyone okay with what we negotiated?” Ella asked, turning to both of the women. With verbal affirmation, she stood up, grabbing her robe off the back of the bar stool. “I’ll meet you back in the bedroom. I need to shower first.”

***

When Ella strolled out of the bathroom in that robe, showing a peek of a thigh high stocking underneath, Dani thought she was about to pass out. She glanced over at Bianca, legs crossed as she sat firmly in the chair at the back of the room. Bianca causally spread her legs, propping her heeled feet onto the chair with a grin. Ella turned her attention to Dani.

She held the crop in her hand, tapping it gently against Dani’s leg. Not enough to hurt her, but just enough to test her.

She could tell she was struggling to hold her legs apart, running her hands up and down her thighs in a bid to ease the anxiety. Her hands started to feel sweaty as Ella scrutinised her, the way she looked her up and down held her captive in her gaze. She couldn’t see that hint of softness behind her eyes that was there last night, and something about that scared her.

“You really thought you’d just be able to disobey me?” Ella smirked dangerously. She grabbed Dani’s chin and yanked it up, forcing Dani to look her in the eye, knowing it would intimidate her. “Hmmm?”

Dani tried to shake her head, but Ella held it in place. “Use your words.”

“N- no.” Dani stuttered out nervously. Ella’s gaze was still holding her under her spotlight, and suddenly, she felt very small.

“No, what?” She insisted.

“No, Goddess.”

Ella finally dropped her chin, Dani’s gaze falling back down immediately. Her pride was gone and now she was just filled with the erotic but uncomfortable feeling of knowing Ella was going to destroy her.

“Now, here’s what we’re going to do.” Ella walked behind her. “Don’t move.” She insisted as she dug the crop into the curve of the younger woman’s ass.

“I’m going to put you on this bed, and I’m going to tie you up. I’m going to slip this robe off. Then I’m going to spank you, and you will watch my breasts. You’re going to look at them, and you’re not going to be able to touch, but they’re going to be out. I’m not going to be gentle, Dani. This is going to hurt, and you’re going to know that this is what you deserve.”

She tossed the crop aside, digging her nails into the softness of her thighs as she threw her on the bed. She tossed her down roughly, not giving her time to adjust before she started wrapping a piece of rope around her wrist.

“Tell me if this isn’t comfortable.” Ella looked her in the eye as she held her wrist tight.

She tied her wrists and ankles together before pulling her legs up and securing her to the headboard, leaving her with her knees tucked into her chest and her legs spread wide, both her pussy and ass on full display. Ella had found her surprisingly bendy, to her own delight. Dani relished in the feeling of the soft ropes around her
limbs. Ella, being a complete bondage master, tied her securely but not too tight. She checked every place the rope touched her skin for marks with a single finger.

“Are you okay?” She checked in. “Comfy? Nothing hurts?

“I’m good.” Dani nodded along with her assent.

“Good.”

Ella stood up momentarily, untying the robe and letting it fall to the floor. Dani craned her neck to see her, wearing nothing but a barely-there thong and a pair of sheer lace-topped stockings. Her full breasts were on full display, perfectly perky with rosebud nipples. Dani ogled her, unable to tear her eyes away from the goddess in front of her. She was toned, fit, especially in her upper body. she could see every muscle in her arms and shoulders, framing her tits perfectly.

“I already know you like what you see.” Ella said cockily, smirking with that dangerous look in her eye again.

She picked the crop back up, climbing onto the end of the bed, just a little away from Dani’s open legs. She stroked the smooth skin of her butt with her hand first, wanting to feel the softness and warmth of the body under hers.

God, she was going to have so much fun turning this perfect ass red.

She slid the hand up, nearing her pussy but not giving Dani the touches she so desired. This was a punishment after all, but she knew the little touches would make her all the more sensitive for those first few spanks. Ella felt feral as she leaned closer, running the crop along her hand. She gently hit her own hand a couple of times, testing the feeling before she went to town on Dani, letting the anticipation and the tension build up.

She gave no warning before she brought the crop down on Dani’s ass. Dani gasped loudly, jerking her legs slightly despite being tied tight.

“Keep those knees up and wide.” She warned her. “And eyes up here.”

She hits each ass cheek a couple more times before running the crop up the back of her thigh. Dani shivered at the feeling, bracing herself for the sting on her sensitive flesh. She kept her eyes glued firmly on her goddess’ breasts. The way they rise and fall slightly with each breath, the shake from the impact of the spanking motions mesmerising. She was completely enthralled by her. She ached for her hands to be able to slide all over the skin, permission to caress those sensitive nipples. She was exactly where Ella wanted her, and she couldn’t help but feel slightly resentful. She would have loved to have won this fight, but she never even stood a chance, not with the power Ella held over her.

But Ella was a pro, and so sexy, so she couldn’t really hold it against her.

She resumed, aiming her smacks at the inner thigh. She’d found her groove now, the perfect balance between pain and pleasure was a glorious sight. Dani, writhing on the bed, her little jerking movements that came after each spank were utterly pathetic.

She was beautiful. Too beautiful for her own good, and now Ella had her in the palm of her hand.

Ella heard the gentle buzz of Bianca’s vibrator ring around the room, Dani too far gone to even notice it. She glanced over and smirked, looking at the tied woman and back at Bianca.

She ran the crop up her thigh to her dripping wet cunt. She could see it glistening in the light and wetness spread down from her entrance as she quivered slightly.

“It almost looks like you’re trembling, baby.” Ella teased, spreading her open with her finger and thumb. “You’re not scared?”

The filthy dirty talk made Dani twitch under her fingers, but that only made Ella want to go even harder on her. Ella was absolutely a sadist and it was showing. The way a sub yelped and twisted under every strike of the crop or groaned with every orgasm she ripped away genuinely excited her. She was dripping wet, starting to feel the dampness against her thigh as she spanked Dani senseless.

“Something to say?” She chuckled mockingly. Dani could only whimper in response, her words long gone to the deep sub space she was in. She tried to hump the end of the crop, rubbing her clit against it. “Oh Dani, you filthy little slut. You’re so cute when you’re all horny and desperate.”

She swung the crop back over her shoulder, resting it on her.

“Do you think you can handle a few right here?” Ella traced along her pussy with her thumb, the firm pressure on her most sensitive parts a delight. Dani nodded vigorously, trying not to press into the thumb as it ghosted along her clit and failing miserably. “Dani. I need verbal consent. Just for five.”

Dani groaned desperately as the digit was removed. “Yes. Please. Goddess.”

Ella wasted no time. She delivered three sharp spanks in quick succession. Then peeled her apart again, landing the last two right on her sensitive, swollen clit.

Dani yelped gutturally, then rambled, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Goddess.”

“I know you are. I forgive you.” Ella slipped her discarded robe back on and got onto the bed, untying her quickly and pulling her into her arms. “Good girl. You did so good.”

Dani snuggled into her, sipping from the cup Ella held to her mouth. The water immediately made her realise how dry her mouth had become, and she guzzled it down. She was tired and sore, but Ella’s arms holding her tight made everything feel better. She didn’t even notice Bianca moving, slipping her shirt back over her head and closing the door quietly behind her.

“Let me run you a bath.” Ella said, shifting over on the bed, but Dani just held her tighter.

“Just hold me for one more minute.” Dani bargained with her, the plush velvet against her bare skin an absolute treat. Ella’s arms were strong and capable, and she felt so dainty wrapped up with her, even though she was significantly taller.

Ella did question her judgement a little, wondering if holding her this way was a little too intimate, but she pushed the thoughts aside, willing to engage in a few snuggles to keep this beauty happy. She wouldn’t normally do this. It was way too much commitment to snuggle up with a client, but Dani was Dani, and she loved her deeply. She kissed her forehead and moved her carefully aside.

“I’ll be back.” She promised. “Bath time.”

***

Ella finished massaging the shampoo into her scalp. “Okay, head back.” She said before rinsing it all away, making sure she didn’t get any of the soap in her eyes. She poured the conditioner into her hands, combing it through the ends of her long hair. She wasn’t quite sure how she ended up washing Dani’s hair for her, but it was turning out to be quite the therapeutic practice.

“Did you enjoy today?” Ella asked her.

“I did. I really did.” The younger reassured her. “You don’t need to worry so much.”

“It’s really important to check in on each other, Dani.” Ella spoke seriously, soaping her hands up with shower gel and pushing her up. “Lemme get your back.”

She massaged her muscles as she worked the soap into her skin, easing out any residual tension from tensing during her spanking. She felt Dani physically relax into the motions as she finished washing her, and grabbed towels from the heated rack, the feeling of a warm fluffy towel such a little pleasure and she welcomed it with open arms.

Bianca entered the room to find them both fast asleep in bed, arms wrapped around each other with fresh pyjamas and, to her surprise, blow dried hair. Ella couldn’t abide by a damp pillow, so she’d dried hers and Dani’s hair before letting her anywhere near the bed, threatening to return to her own room when Dani shook her head and said she was too tired.

Bianca found herself fixating on the fact that her and Dani were leaving tomorrow as she looked up at the ceiling, led in bed. She truly wished she didn’t have to go. She really was going to miss Ella, and she couldn’t help but question if it was more than she should. Bianca couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it was deeper than just friends missing each other. She chalked it up to the fun they’d been having and the jitters of returning to tour life. Regardless, she was sure it wasn’t worth overthinking, right?

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It had been a while since they’d seen each other, that explorative weekend but a distant memory as the three women were fully immersed in their careers, thriving in their respective arts. Bianca was just starting to wrap up her Unsanitized tour, the months of stress paying off everytime she received a standing ovation from yet another theatre of adoring fans. Dani had a bunch more Adore dates to do and Ella was guest starring in a musical, the process full of long rehearsal days and nights falling asleep with a script still in her hand. Through it all, Dani made time to fly back and forth between legs of her tour to see Bianca. It was tiring, the long flights a chore as she constantly travelled, but falling into her wife's arms at the end was always worth it. They were both exhausted, and they hadn't spoken in any depth about what happened, let alone mustered the energy to speak with their family or loved ones. They hadn't really had the time or emotional capacity for such discussion, so they just resumed what they assumed to be their friendship. But, something had changed in their dynamic, and that was irreversible. They couldn’t go back.

In their time apart, Ella had found herself missing them, perhaps more than she should. In a way that she probably couldn’t classify as platonic, but she was far too stubborn to recognise that. It was deeper than anything she’d felt before. They’d only spent one weekend together, but Ella found herself craving the feeling of Dani’s soft skin under her fingertips and her taste against her lips. She was such an intoxicating submissive to dominate, bratty yet equally eager to please, bowing down to her whims as soon as she was pushed. She had a tough exterior, but a bit of rope and a vibrator had her begging so prettily, calling her “Goddess” on their very first sexual encounter showing that it was all an act.

Bianca rolled over, her breathing heavy, holding out her arm for snuggles. God, that was good, the feeling of making the younger woman come over and over a delightful reunion. Dani cuddled into Bianca’s side, relishing in the feeling of having her hair played with, welcoming her soft touches after a solid month apart. She’d been going insane, all of the fan interaction stopped her from becoming too touch starved, but there was never an actual connection beyond spending a few moments together. She missed her wife, and the comfort that only she could bring. She clung to her, scared of what would happen if she let her go. She hated how clingy she was being, but she could at least take comfort in the fact that it was Bianca, and she’d never judge her, at least not in any degree of seriousness. Although she did love to tease.

The sunlight flooded into the room through a gap in the curtain, the early morning air warm against their skin. Australia was heavenly and yet Bianca hadn’t had any time to go and explore the city. Maybe she’d take Dani out today on a proper date, but she was too comfortable to think of moving right away. They snuggled under crisp hotel sheets, the king-sized bed an utter luxury after spending night after night on the tour bus. Bianca admired the way the light framed Dani’s features, her green eyes sparkling and tanned skin glowing beautifully. She kissed the top of her head and ran her fingers through silky soft hair, trying not to think about her leaving again.

“I don’t want to leave again.” She sighed heavily, wrapping her arm all the way around her to clasp her opposite hand.

“We have a few days.” Bianca reassured her, knowing how hard she’d been finding all the time apart. She hated it too, but she was considerably better at managing her emotions than Dani was. It was always a bitch any time they had respective tours at the same time, leading to months apart, resigning to quick drop-ins every now and then, but neither of them would ever give up on performing. Neither of them would let the other regardless, knowing that it could only lead to bitterness. It didn’t make it any easier though. At least when their tours were separate,the other could accompany them. They might still be busier than usual but at least they’d still be together. This was the worst of it.

They led in the moment for a while, soaking up the quality time until Bianca broke the silence

“What time is it?” Bianca asked, sitting up to search for her phone. She’d lost any semblance of time, just enjoying a rare moment with her Dani.

Dani grabbed hers from the nightstand. “Nearly nine, we should probably get up, why?”

“Ella won’t have gone to bed yet.” Bianca explained. “I promised we’d call her when we got a minute, we’re long overdue a proper catch-up.”

Dani perked up a little at the thought. The other downside of touring, missing her friends like crazy. Especially Ella, her last memory of her being nails dragging down her skin. She couldn’t deny that something about her was special and she wanted her to touch her like that again. It’s not that Bianca wasn’t enough, she was more than perfection, but something about Ella was intoxicatingly magnificent, and when they both had their hands on her, it was almost too much to handle. Actually, that’s an understatement, it was often far too much for her to handle.

Bianca retrieved her phone from under a pillow, quickly finding Ella’s contact in her favourites.

On the other side of the world, Ella answered almost immediately. She instantly felt a little brighter as her friend’s faces filled the screen. Seeing the depth of Dani’s eyes and Bianca’s wide smile, even miles apart, filled her with a sense of peace.

“Hey you guys! How are you doing?” Ella propped her phone up on the kitchen counter next to a freshly lit candle. She shouted at her Alexa to turn her playlist off, unsurprisingly playing classic Broadway hits.

Ella had a habit of living in her own little world sometimes, especially when she was sad or stressed, her instincts were to isolate until she was feeling better. It meant she didn't have to let anyone in or explain herself. It was easier, convenient and definitely for no deeper reason. Bianca in particular worried about her a lot when she was quiet, knowing she was going through intense rehearsals right now, so it was a relief to see her fine and in her element.

Ella picked up her wine glass and stepped back, her hair pulled back into a messy bun, bare-faced and in just a simple black tank top. She was a little distracted as she checked herself out in her phone camera, pulling the front pieces of her hair down to frame her face.

“I didn’t even think you were home right now.” Dani casually observed.

“We have a week-long break in rehearsals so I just popped back for a few days. I’m back in Manchester on Thursday, then we have rehearsals Friday, Saturday and open on Monday night.” Ella explained, sounding relaxed as she gazed glassily into the camera.

They spoke for a while, just about life, their various experiences since they’d last caught up. Bianca shared a funny anecdote from her tour whilst Dani spoke deeper, ranting about the struggle of being perceived as she toured as Adore. It was stressful and she was constantly worried about the opinions of those around her and whether she was doing enough in comparison to the other performers she worked with. Ella was sympathetic even though it wasn’t something she could relate to herself. In essence, Bianca and Dani were female drag queens in a male-dominated industry, and that came with a unique set of challenges and struggles she couldn’t even begin to comprehend. So, as always, she stuck to nodding along and validating as appropriate.

But their innocent conversations slowly turned more promiscuous, finally having the energy to go back to that place. Ella was blissfully unaware of how she drove Dani crazy with every movement of her body, the little turn in her mouth as she bit the inside of her lip and the way she leant forward to place her glass down had Dani starting to get wet between her legs, even after the morning she’d spent with her wife.

Bianca ran her hand up and down her leg, positioning her phone on the nightstand so Ella could see every reaction of the woman they both adored.

“What a filthy, filthy girl.” Ella whispered, her voice taking a dark turn compared to when she’d innocently been discussing her schedule. “What are we going to do with you, hmm?”

Ella didn’t know whether it was interacting through a screen whilst miles apart or the fact that this was her third glass of wine, but she felt more open tonight, willing to push her own limits.Maybe it was just the fact that her friends made her feel safe, maybe it was a combination of all three, but whatever it was it felt like she was lowering her guard a little and finally breathing for the first time in a while.

So when Dani whined and begged her to please remove her shirt, she was happy to oblige her. It was kind of pathetic that their facetime sex was better than any of her encounters in the past couple of months, even pocketing the cash couldn’t replace the way Dani and Bianca moved in perfect sync with her. She’d been so busy she’d barely had any time for that anyway and now the need to dominate had reached insane levels.

Ella stretched up, pulling her tank top over her head to reveal a black lace bralette. It hugged her tits beautifully, not offering too much in terms of support, but she spilled out nicely at the top and she knew that would drive Dani wild, especially after their last session, the reminder subtle yet delightfully effective.

“That’s cute. Real cute.” Dani commented.

Ella smirked and ran a hand over her breast as she admired the body on the screen, biting her lip whilst toying with her own nipple, the sensation making her shiver. She really did have magnificent tits, perfectly perky. They moved up and down as she breathed and Dani was transported back to that afternoon punishment session, a fresh rush of wetness coating her thigh at the thought.

Bianca chuckled as she stroked between her folds, knowing exactly what Dani was thinking. It would still surprise her how in sync they were sometimes, people often commenting that they must be true soulmates to read each other the way they did. The younger woman stole little glances at the screen, not wanting to make it obvious that she was watching, but she was a useless lesbian and Ella grinned as she caught her gaze.

“I wish I was there.” She sighed.

“Then fly out.” Bianca said. Her tone didn’t leave much room for argument, and whilst Ella wouldn’t normally let anyone talk to her like that, she was genuinely considering the offer.

“It’s not that simple.”

Dani whined as Bianca withdrew her fingers in favour of turning to talk to Ella properly. “Why not? You said you have a few free days. We’re here for the next three I think? Fly out.”

She thought about it for a few moments. “Yeah…yeah I could… Let me just iron out the details and see if my neighbour can keep the dog a few days earlier and I’ll be there.”

***

So she did. In less than twelve hours Ella was on a flight to Australia. A little over twenty-four and she was falling back into the arms of her best friends, morning sunlight flooding their hotel room as they entered into actions that were fast becoming habits. They’d negotiated quickly with no time to waste and quickly stripped Dani down to her panties, ready to devour her.

It really had been too long. Ella needed to feel every inch of her. She’d never admit it out loud, but she’d been craving Dani for months. The smoothness of her skin, her little broken moans when Ella touched her, the way she shook when she was overwhelmed and now she finally had her back in her hands. And Bianca, oh Bianca. They were a perfect team and she had a deep love for her that she didn’t have with anyone else. Yep, this was exactly where she needed to be right now, the outside world fading away.

Ella laughed at Dani’s squirmy movements. “God B, what did you do to her?” She giggled.

The teasing went straight to Dani’s clit, the bundle of nerves throbbing in perfect time with her heartbeat.

“Well, we cut that facetime short yesterday morning, and I had some fun teasing her last night as well. I don’t think she’s been denied this long before.” Bianca spoke very matter of factly. “Does it ache, hmm?”

“I think she needs an answer, sweetie.”

Dani stammered, not forgetting what happened the last time she disobeyed Ella. The intense punishment left her sore for days. “It aches so bad.” She whimpered, biting her lip as her thighs rubbed together.

“As cute as the squirming is, let’s try still.” Ella commanded.

Dani loved how Ella ordered her around. There was often that little hint of teasing, mocking even, that came along with her commands and it made Dani feel absolutely feral for her. She knew by now Ella was more than capable of ruining her, and it was all she’d been waiting for. For her to do what only she could. Sex with Ella and Bianca was excruciatingly pleasurable, the intensity amped up to the max in comparison to the sex she had with just Bianca. She needed this kind of intimacy in particular tonight. The opportunity to get all her emotions out before she went back to the road was too good to resist. She spread her legs and rested her arms by her side, surrendering to whatever it was they wanted to do to her.

She felt the growing familiarity of their hands all over her skin, methodically pinching, slapping and teasing the flesh as they wished. They were getting better at working together now, their synchronicity improving. Now, Ella focused on teasing her nipples, roughly squishing them between her fingers whilst Bianca applied pressure to her ribs and added her tongue into the mix, swiping it along her skin.

She wanted nothing more than to reciprocate, but she was learning to keep her hands to herself unless she was directed otherwise and her self-preservation won out over her impulsive desires.

But god, she needed something.

“Kiss me.” She begged, looking between them with pleading eyes. “Please Bianca? Ella?”

As usual, Bianca was more receptive to her demands, guiding her wife gently into a deep kiss. She grabbed her chin, her tongue slipping inside and fighting any attempt at dominating the kiss. Ella continued to pinch at her skin, nipping her nails into the softness. She explored with roughness, wanting to slowly build up to more pain. She was still a little cautious when playing with Dani, but her inhibitions were slowly fading. She giggled when Dani gasped against Bianca’s lips, always enjoying getting to see or hear the impact of her touch. It honestly was her favourite thing

Ella finally pushed her back on to the bed, wrapping a hand around her throat and sliding her panties down her legs. Dani shivered in anticipation, feeling exposed as Ella moved both hands to her legs and spread them wide. She pushed them into her chest, making Dani feel restrained whilst giving herself a perfect view of every inch of her pussy. Using her thumb to spread her, she was shocked at how soaked Dani was, still puffy and throbbing from their teasing and Bianca edging her half the night.

She whined as Ella’s thumb brushed her clit, Bianca climbing on top of her and kissing her roughly, pinning her to the bed in the process. It was intense, and she was already so worked up.

“Please.” She whimpered.

“Please what? Use your words.” Her disapproval was evident in her tone even if Bianca was blocking her from being able to see her, and it was an energy she didn’t want to invoke. This woman absolutely held far too much power over her, and she was enjoying every second of the realisation.

Her thumb ran over her clit again, deliberately this time, making her cry out. “I need to come!”

“Oh, baby. You don’t need to come. You want to come.” Ella continued rubbing against her with unbelievable precision as she ruthlessly mocked her. All together, it made Dani drip. “Just because your pussy is all leaky and your clit aches, doesn’t mean you need to come. If you want us to let you come, you should probably work on begging sufficiently.”

Bianca moved to her side, clawing her nails into her thigh, leaving little crescent moons indented into her skin. “Go on, beg for it.”

Their words were sharp, Dani an incoherent, desperate fucking mess as she begged them for the sweet release she craved. “Please, please, please, I want it so fucking bad it hurts! Please!”

It was so pathetic, and Ella was so ready to see her writhe in ecstasy. She communicated with Bianca in a little nod, her taking the initiative to grab toys, so ready to finish what they started last time.

Bianca pulled the harness up around her thighs, securing the strap against her as Ella lubed up her fingers generously.

“If it’s too much, tell us.” Ella said softly, a gentle moment of intimacy even within the intensity of this moment was too sweet and messed with Dani’s head so much. Little did she know that was precisely why Ella did it. She was too much fun to mess with and the way her brow furrowed as she leaned up to kiss Ella was adorable.

Maybe Ella shouldn’t let Dani lead her into a kiss, but she was irresistible, so she indulged. She rubbed her slick fingers against the rim of Dani’s asshole, sliding a digit inside her. She gasped into the kiss, accidentally biting down on Ella’s lip at the welcome intrusion.

“Ouch!” Ella backed up and slapped her breast with her spare hand, hard. Dani inhaled sharply and when she looked back at Ella, she looked so smug. “Serves you right, filthy fucking little slut.”

Dani could only whine in response, turning to wails as Ella stretched her, adding a second finger, immediately scissoring her open. She didn’t give her much time to adjust, focused on her goal. Bianca placed the other dildo on the bed within Ella’s reach. It was much smaller than the strap, pink with a soft curve.

Ella withdrew her fingers, wiping them off against Dani’s thigh as Bianca positioned pillows under her hips to give them easy access to both holes. She was soaked enough that Bianca didn’t need to warm her up as she pushed the strap into her cunt. Ella watched as she stretched out around it, Bianca pushing in until her hips pressed against Dani’s.

Ella lubed the small toy, pressing it up against the ring of muscle and easing it in. She went slowly, knowing Dani wasn’t used to anal. Dani reached for her hand, the intensity of being so full was overwhelming, and she clung to her hand as Ella squeezed it.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” Ella smiled softly, her praise was the only thing Dani could ever need as the toy was pressed fully into her.

Bianca continued pounding in and out and Ella matched her pace. She turned the dial, Dani surprised as the intense vibrations filled her, making her pussy throb.

The assault of both her holes continued, and these two beautiful women were far too much. She could feel her orgasm building in her stomach, her cunt pulsing around the strap, asshole puckering tight around the toy. She was coming completely undone, and this is exactly what Ella wanted, to completely and utterly break her beyond what she’d ever done before. To push her to the very limit of what she could handle. This was just as invigorating for her and she realised just how enjoyable she was finding this, as her clit twitched in her underwear, begging for attention. But she ignored it in favour of getting Dani over the edge.

“I’m so close.” Dani groaned, barely coherent in a mess of pleasure. She was dripping on to Ella’s hand, covering her in juices. She’d never felt so pathetic as her hips pushed forwards, leaning up so the strap hit her spot more firmly, begging as her Dommes fucked her relentlessly.

Watching the juices pour from her cunt as she squeeled, her body shaking in ecstasy as they fucked her senseless only spurred Ella on, ignoring the burning in her arm and the ache between her legs as she picked up the pace. “Come for me, babygirl.” She coaxed.

Her hips twitched as she came, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, gasping and moaning in relief like a desperate fucking whore and pulsing around the toys. She collapsed against the bed, grimacing as they withdrew the toys from her holes, whispering in her ear about what a good girl she was as Ella produced a damp towel to clean her up.

She was so overstimulated as Ella pressed the cloth against her folds, wiping her cum away to leave her fresh. She could see every detail of her as she meticulously cleaned her and she was so beautiful in this state, Ella just wanted to ride her pretty face until she came on her tongue. The thought made her throb, her clit straining for a relief that she denied, refusing to give into her desire in a bid to maintain her dominance.

Bianca collapsed on the bed, exhausted as she pulled Dani close and stroked her hair lazily. She could feel herself drifting, Dani in a sated, post-orgasm bliss as Ella passed her a bottle of water, simply instructing her to “drink”. She gulped down the water and stroked Bianca’s back before hearing the bathroom door shut and the shower start.

***

In the privacy of the bathroom, Ella backed up so she could rest her forearm against the back of the shower wall, a moan escaping as she bit down hard on her own lip to stay quiet.

She rubbed herself closer towards relief, needing more than her own fingers but not wanting to risk the couple hearing the buzz of a vibrator through thin hotel walls. The water at least muffled any moans that slipped out from her lips and the wet noises from fucking herself. Her clit was so swollen, begging for attention as she pressed against it.

She slid two fingers inside herself, fucking herself in earnest as hard as she could. She pressed firmly against her g-spot, her other hand still playing with her clit in furious rubbing motions. Her juices dripped down her hand and she felt utterly ridiculous for being in this state in the first place, but something about seeing Dani writhe beneath her in that manner had made her feel feral. She closed her eyes, picturing the perfect view of Dani being pounded in both holes and the way they’d reduced her to a broken desperate mess. She couldn’t help but feel like she could get used to the feeling of Dani’s body under hers, and the sound of her moaning and begging on a daily basis.

She could feel the edge approaching. Just a little more. Her breath came out in pants, back arching, pushing her breasts out. Her knees buckled underneath her and for a second she wondered if she’d be able to hold herself up so she pushed her back fully against the wall, giving her shaking legs some respite.

The tingle in her stomach was familiar, telling her that she was right there, just one more thrust to reach her orgasm. She’d lost all sense of shame, just bracing herself for the crashing wave. She needed the release so fucking bad.

Then the door clicked open.

“El, sorry but I really need the bathroom.”

Dani pushed open the door just in time to see Ella gasp and pull her hands away from herself furiously, desperately trying to claw back her orgasm, but she’d just slipped over the edge, unable to pull herself back in a state of complete and utter humiliation.

Her cunt wept as the orgasm she’d been so desperate for was ripped away as her orgasm was ruined. She couldn’t hold herself up, her legs giving out as she slipped down the wall and ended up flat on her ass against the shower floor. Her clit pulsed in an almost vulgar fashion as it tried to find friction against anything possible, the burning sensation dulled by the shock and embarrassment. She felt like a deer in the headlights as Dani stared at her wide eyed and slightly flushed, her mouth falling open.

“Oh. Ohhh.” Dani couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation as Ella pulled herself back to her feet, turning off the water. She could feel her cheeks burning, Dani’s giggling diffusing some of the tension, but adding to her humiliation at the same time. The irony wasn’t wasted on her. It was the first time she’d gotten to see Ella fully naked, even if she wasn’t supposed to. She was beautiful and Dani couldn’t help but stare as she took in the work of art that was her body. She had curves in all the right places, the muscles in her arms matching the ones on her stomach, evidence of her love for working out. Her legs were long, with full hips that framed the perfection that was her pussy, and Dani longed to know how she tasted, wondering if it would be everything she’d fantasised about. “Ella, if you needed help, you could have just said.”

Ella scoffed but bit her lip, Dani feeling bad as she grabbed a towel to wrap around herself. Ella wasn’t just the random Domme who was fucking her, she was her best friend and seeing her in a state made Dani’s heart race uncomfortably. She noticed Ella’s leg bouncing and she could feel the anxiety radiating off of her.

“Bea’s asleep.” She said, knowing that would reassure her. “Come here.”

Ella shook her head, but Dani knew she was just being stubborn, taking hold of her hand and physically pulling her into a hug. Ella rested her head against Dani’s shoulder, surrendering to being held, not telling Dani off for playing with her hair for once.

“El, it’s okay to just let go.”

And Ella knew she was probably right, but how could she let someone in again when she’d been so closed down for so long? And would it really be so bad if she did?

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Dani shrieked and waved as she saw her best friend, elegantly poised in a sea of people, looking at her phone with a persistent focus. Her attention turned at the familiar sound of Dani’s screech, watching as she tried to run with an abundance of luggage.

It wasn’t horrendous, thankfully. Most of her bags had been shipped out ahead of time with her tour team when they’d flown out a few days prior. All of Adore’s kit was in place, so she only had to take care of her own personal belongings. That was still a lot of stuff though, considering the length of each leg of her tour.

She looked fresher than when Ella last saw her, having a brief moment off in between the Europe and UK shows. The rare time to relax had done her the world of good. The stress had really been getting to her, but now she felt revived, her passion renewed. Surprisingly, some time alone had helped her a great deal, but she was equally as delighted to see Ella again as she flew into her arms.

Ella chuckled, fully aware of the ridiculousness of the scene, it was like something out of a fucking romance movie, bags thrown to the floor as Dani wrapped her legs around her in their hug, prompting Ella to slip her hands under her thighs in order to not drop her. It’d be cringy enough for Ella to do with a girlfriend, but Dani? That was a whole other level of laughable behaviour. Not that Ella did date. There were flings, sure, even submissives that she’d gotten a little too attached to, but nothing substantial. Living without love meant living without heartbreak, and Ella was at peace with that. At least, that’s what she told herself.

She set Dani back on the floor, snorting as Dani pulled her suitcase up, trying to arrange her bags to be able to carry them. Ella shooed her away, rolling her eyes as she neatly stacked them.

“If you put them like this, they stay better.” She explained before handing them back over, not exactly a stranger to travelling herself. “How was your flight?”

“Long. Tiring.” Dani sighed. “I’m exhausted.”

They kept the chatter light walking back through the airport, complaining about the long wait for a cab and Dani commenting that she’d forgotten how cold it was in the UK. Ella hauled her bags into the boot for her, Dani scrolling through emails as the cab drove them through London streets back to Ella’s apartment.

The traffic was horrendous, but it gave Dani a brief chance to recharge. Ella gazed dazedly out of the window, looking at the familiar posters that lined the West End, a theatre on each corner, paired with novel cafes and highstreet stores. It never got old, no matter how many times she saw herself, or one of her friends on a billboard, but this she never expected.

Up in lights, with legs a mile long and an intense stare she once knew too well. If they hadn’t just pulled up at the red light, Ella would have questioned if she could believe her own eyes, but faced with the opportunity to stare deeply at the billboard, there was no mistaking what she saw. There never was mistaking her for anyone.

It was a part of her life long gone, but she felt the energy shift and it played on her mind as she went through the motions of getting ready for dinner, no matter how much she tried to shake it away. She didn’t think it would bother her now, she’d grown so much, and it was so long ago, but now, sitting across from Dani, it all felt a little too familiar. Ella watched her rant with joy in her eyes, her smile wide and pure whilst she spoke so openly. There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in Dani’s voice, the carefully constructed way that Ella would generally speak couldn’t be any further away from Dani’s ramblings. Ella picked mindlessly at her salad while Dani stuffed pizza into her mouth shamelessly, glad they’d picked an Italian to satisfy both of their cravings.

Ella’s mind was working overtime as she tried to stay engaged in Dani’s conversation, but she couldn’t control her drifting mind. Maybe it was her energetic mannerisms reminding her of a time past, or maybe her brain really was just hyper-focusing on that damn billboard, but whatever it was was coming back to haunt her again.

-

She made her feel alive. Truly alive, not in the way that you envision, but in a way you can only experience. Being around her felt like every inch of her was being lit from the inside, like breathing freely for the first time or the feeling of poetry read under the stars on a cool summer evening.

She was wild, free, and everything Ella wasn’t. But she brought it all out in her. A certain energy surrounded her, and it made Ella want to release herself from the constraints she set on to herself.

Ella could be a bit of a control freak at times, the desire for perfection meant that letting go of control was always a challenge. She thrived under pressure but the stress was too much sometimes, Tayce was her relief. A reassuring calm within the great storm of her mind.

The dark-skinned beauty led her up the hill, the beautiful landscape of the park was a sight for her eyes, a picnic basket slung over her shoulder as she surrendered to being dragged around on yet another of her girlfriend’s adventures.

Tayce finally led them to a secluded spot, well, as secluded as you could get in Hyde Park, located conveniently close to their studios. The cute little section was lined by birch trees and boasted a wide space of fresh green grass. Tayce set the blanket on the ground, holding her arm out to Ella, grabbing her hand and pulling her over next to her. Ella squealed and then giggled, shoving Tayce playfully.

“Careful!” She laughed. “I have back to back auditions, I can’t get hurt or bruised up if I’m working!”

Tayce shrugged, her cheeky grin making Ella melt. “Sorry.” She whispered against her lips before they kissed, the casual romance felt so comfortable.

Ella had been so stressed. Tayce had been too, but she was much less high-strung than her girlfriend was. They were in their third year at drama school, and auditioning for their final showcase as well as engaging in external professional auditions was a lot to handle. The showcase would be attended by agents and casting directors, and auditioning was essential to their future careers. Their futures rested widely on these next few months. Ella had considerably more pressure on her, the talented girl was playing the lead, and with her focus being in musical theatre, she had to give a perfect performance if she wanted any chance of succeeding in the West End. Tayce on the other hand was a dancer, classically trained in ballet and jazz, whilst also excelling in her other styles. Whilst she had a tonne of material to learn, it was nowhere near as strenuous as the work of the main cast.

Tayce had been trying her best to take care of Ella, despite the fact that she was stubborn as fuck and insisted that she didn’t need to be taken care of. Bringing her out of the studio or her room where she’d been hauled up with a very battered script for one of her signature adventures or picking up coffee before a long rehearsal day. The last couple of months had put a lot of strain on their relationship, too busy to invest the proper amount of time in each other, but Tayce felt like they were finally getting there again.

The couple met in the first week of drama school, the dance and musical theatre degree kids introduced in a group circle time. She’d met Tayce’s eye in yet another game of ‘Two truths and a lie,’ rolling her eyes semi-affectionately at her tutors' seeming obsession with the activity. Typical fucking drama teacher, with her circle time and her long cardigans and curly hair. Ella liked her, she was a little unhinged, but you have to be in that job, and she seemed like she knew what she was talking about. Tayce had tried not to giggle too hard at Ella’s anecdote from a family holiday, later revealed to be her lie, and stolen from her best friend, Kitty.

Ella liked her immediately, her casual demeanour refreshing in a pool of driven theatre kids. Their attitudes were professional, but she couldn’t help but find all of that ambition a little draining. Tayce was different. It wasn’t that she didn’t care, because she really did, it was more that she didn’t show how much she cared. It was weirdly attractive, and Tayce was probably queer, this was in fact the theatre, and she looked the part.

Tayce had hung about outside the studio whilst Ella pulled sweats over her leotard, leaning back against the wall as Ella walked out. She grinned, her dark stare intense as she looked into Ella’s eyes, just long enough to make sure there was no way her flirting could be misconstrued, before saying simply, “see you around, Ella.”

Their flirting continued way longer than what was necessary. The game of the chase was too exhilarating to stop. They communicated in glances and teasing and knowing comments until Ella couldn’t stand it anymore, pulling the fucking tease in by her waist. She paused for a second, her grip tight so she couldn’t wriggle out before she kissed her deeply, wanting to repay her for the weeks of taunting. Tayce deepened the kiss, shoving her tongue down Ella’s throat, fiercely attracted to this beautiful girl.

They’d gone on a couple of dates, and their relationship blossomed, quickly becoming inseparable. They’d had ups and downs, but the last three years with each other had been the best of their lives.

Ella threaded her fingers into her hair, a hand running through her curls. She tightened her fist, applying pressure to her scalp, smiling so sweetly when Tayce looked up at her. She was so gone for this woman, and she never wanted these moments to end. She was all too aware that the year was coming to a close in a few months, and then they were going to be out in the real world. The thought that they might not make it scared her more than she would have liked to admit. She never wanted to lose this love, for she didn’t think she’d ever be the same again if she did.

They ate their picnic, enjoying a rare moment of peace in between hectic lives, before later running back to Ella’s place, fucking on the couch because Ella couldn’t wait to get her into bed, pushing Tayce’s legs back to eat the gorgeous cunt she knew so well.

She knew exactly what buttons to push, every swipe of her tongue was meticulously precise. She’d learnt every move to push Tayce over the edge over the course of their relationship, and she was good at what she did. Her skirt framed her round ass so well and Ella took great pleasure in flipping it up, sliding her underwear down her toned legs.

“Mmmm.” Ella admired her, spreading her folds open before diving in.

Tayce whined as Ella ran her thumb over her clit, the pressure just right. She closed her lips around the bud, sucking roughly with her thumb still pulling back the hood to expose more of her most sensitive area. Her skirt restricted her movement, so she kicked it off, pulling her own legs wide to try and entice Ella.

Ella could never get used to the sight of long legs draped over her shoulders, or dark eyes looking down at her when she looked up smugly, hips bucking against her mouth. She rested her arm over them, pushing them down and making Tayce feel restrained, which was just too much fun. Ella loved experimenting sexually, finding she got a kick out of taking the reins in bed. She’d yet to explore what that meant, but having such a beauty wrapped around her little finger was intriguing, to say the least. It was beautifully invigorating to know that her girlfriend would bow to her every whim.

Tayce felt her legs tremble, the tingling in her stomach intensifying as Ella slid two fingers inside her, massaging against her walls. Ella crooked her fingers, searching for the spot that would have Tayce seeing stars. It was so intense, her fingers and tongue in perfect sync pushing Tayce so close to the edge.

Her hips shook as she pushed her head back instinctively, her back arching and cunt clenching around Ella’s fingers as she pushed for relief. Despite the ache deep in her stomach, Ella kept her pace perfectly, riding her through an earth-shattering orgasm, Tayce humping her face and hand as she came hard.

Juices flowed from her pussy and Ella licked them up with long strokes, overcome by her desire to taste such a gorgeous taste. Tayce pushed her head away, overstimulated from her orgasm, letting Ella kiss up her thigh before collapsing next to her on the sofa.

She couldn’t imagine her life without Tayce. Not until she found she’d have to.
-

They were never destined to work out. There was a time when they believed they were the great loves of each other’s lives, but that never really was the case.

The breakdown of their relationship was ruthless as they were thrown into the world of theatre post drama school. Yet no amount of their training could have prepared them for this, a merciless game of constant competition in a dog eat dog world.

What they once had, it wasn’t the same anymore, but they still loved each other too much to let go of what was nothing more than a rapidly decaying relationship. Ella especially craved the security and the comfort that Tayce gave her, she was familiar, safe even. So much in her life had changed recently: between leaving drama school and trying to build a career, she didn’t want her relationships to change too. She didn’t know how she’d ever get through that. They stayed blind to reality, not even realising that everything they had was a pretence. Their adventures were replaced with running to and from auditions, coming home in the evenings to sit on the sofa, zoning out at the tv. They cuddled each other over a movie, but it wasn’t with the same affection that was once held between them. Moving in together was probably a mistake, any sense of passion lost to exhaustion, and their routine became monotonous. Even their once rigorous sex lives were reduced to the weekly shag, usually on a Sunday afternoon when they didn’t have to work.

It was a betrayal. The crossing of a very firm line that had been set early in their careers, even before they finished drama school. They didn’t compete for roles. It wasn’t healthy for their relationship to see each other as competitors. Tayce knew exactly how much Ella wanted Fanny Brice, so she’d let her take the audition, watching as Ella prepped meticulously. But they were stupid, young with so much more to learn, and Tayce let the jealousy consume her.

Weeks later and several begging phone calls later, Tayce managed to get herself an audition. Maybe she’d thought Ella would never know, it's not like she’d ever get it after all, right? It was far above her skill level, she didn’t exactly meet the usual casting brief, but Ella did find out, and that was the final nail in a coffin long-dead.

“You’re acting like an idiot.” Tayce accused her, but in reality, her defensiveness was only a guttural reaction to being caught in the act. A wave of guilt flooded her, nauseousness filling her body as she avoided her girlfriend’s piercing gaze.

“You- you screwed me over, Tayce. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, how I’m supposed to act?”

“I screwed you over? I did what I had to do, El. This is my career, isn't that what you always say? That theatre has to come first?”

“This is your career, but it’s mine too, and when you put yours first, you hurt mine. I would never have done to you what you did to me. Never. There’s putting this first, and then there’s sabotage.”

“I wanted it.” Tayce dug her heels in, but the wobble in her voice didn’t go amiss. “I really wanted it, Ella.”

It was a stupid move, but Tayce wasn’t willing to admit that now.

When Ella looked into her eyes, she couldn’t even see her girlfriend behind them anymore. She should have known, but she never could have expected this, not from her. Not from the one person who was supposed to have her back, no matter what happened.

“I don’t think I can forgive you for that.” Ella said quietly.

“Maybe, maybe we have to call it.” Tayce turned around, making sure she couldn’t see the tears that filled her eyes.

Ella looked so broken as tears streamed down her face, clutching desperately at Tayce as she spoke, her head shaking sadly in disbelief. It was so unlike her that it took Tayce aback, and she almost felt guilty.

“No, Tayce, no.” She pleaded, but she felt like it only landed on deaf ears.

They were too young for any of this. Twenty-one, but barely adults, thrown into situations and experiences that they didn’t yet know how to handle. They had yet to learn the arts of proper communication or the understanding of each other’s perspectives, and their lack of respect and emotional intelligence only resulted in misconstrued perception and explosive arguments.

Ella and Tayce. They were both way too stubborn for their own good, to the point of self-sabotage. They were ambitious to a fault, neither one caring more about anything other than their careers, neither were they afraid to trample on someone, even each other, to get what they wanted. They’d both been trained in nothing less than perfection, and that, combined with their astonishingly similar personality traits had become a recipe for disaster. There was always a fight for dominance, emotionally, romantically, sexually even. It couldn’t continue any longer, they couldn’t let it any longer, but that didn’t make it any easier for Tayce to call it, especially when Ella couldn’t bring herself to admit to the mess that they’d become.

Tayce couldn’t help but feel like Ella was living in a fantasy, and one she desperately needed to be snapped out of, so she left and never looked back.

When she got the call for Fanny Brice, she couldn’t help but feel she’d made the right decision. Ella was shattered.

-

Kitty and Ella had met on the first day of drama school, and quickly became the best of friends. They were by each other’s sides for every trial life threw at them, and every celebration too. They built each other up when they were sad, were each other’s biggest cheerleaders personally and professionally and the first person the other told when something big happened.

Kitty was confident, bubbly and perpetually positive. It was often said that she was the better half of Ella, intrinsically similar but lacking many of the flawed traits Ella possessed. In the musical theatre world, they were Glinda and Elphaba, and right now, Ella needed her bestie.

Ella had never been so thankful to live in the same building as Kitty. Sure, there were times when it could be a little annoying, but being able to have her at her door in two minutes flat was a blessing.

Kitty knew instantly that something wasn’t right, her tear stained face and puffy eyes evident.

“She got Fanny.”

Kitty hugged her tight, feeling the pain of her bestie like her own.

“Kitty, I’ll never love anyone like I loved her.” Ella cried. “Never again.”

-

“So as I was saying, the audiences have been so amazing! I’m just so glad that I have a couple of days to spend some proper quality time together, you know? Before I start the UK leg. And then Bianca’s coming on Thursday-” She looked up across the table to see Ella’s eyes glazed over with her fork poised into her salad and her head slightly tilted in deep thought. “Hey, Ells? What’s wrong?” Dani waved her hand in front of her face, snapping her quickly back into the present moment.

Ella quickly schooled her face into a smile, channelling the energy that was expected of her in order to throw Dani off, thrilled she was an impeccable actor. “Nothing, no, I’m fine. You were saying?”

The problem was, she’d closed herself off to love a long time ago. Of course, this wasn’t love, or anything even comparable to it. It was just kinky fun, a release of sexual tension between friends that cared about each other. Deeply cared about each other, more than she’d ever known. That care led to affection, and this was where Ella struggled as boundaries blurred.

Opening herself up again to Dani, after all this time. It felt like a whole can of worms to bring that back around. For too long, she’d seeked sexual gratification from domination, and very little else. That ‘else’, it had the power to hurt her. It made her vulnerable, forced her to give up some sense of her control, and that was something she’d promised herself she wouldn’t do again.

Ella had met Bianca and Dani about six years ago. The then pretty new couple had produced a drag show, which ran alongside Ella’s run in Wicked. Sharing the theatre was chaotic, their teams running around to ensure everything ran smoothly backstage with Wicked Monday through Thursday and The B&A Show Friday and Saturday. Ella was just setting herself up on Sunday night when Bianca and Adore came to pack their stuff away.

-

Bianca giggled as Adore jumped ridiculously, opening the door to the dressing room, ready to start packing stuff up before Jamie and Gina arrived and got everything into the back of an Uber.

Ella jumped as the door clicked, but immediately recognising the pair from the posters outside. She smiled politely as she unpacked the insane amount of green face paint from her bag.

“Elphaba huh?” Bianca said, looking pointedly at the green makeup.

“Yeah. Ella Vaday.” She introduced herself.

“Bianca, and this is Adore Delano.”

“Dani.” She corrected. “Noriega. Dani Noriega.”

“I’m taking it your actual name isn’t Ella Vaday either?” Bianca quipped.

Ella giggled “Collier.”

“Nice name.” Dani giggled and put her suitcase by the door for Gina to grab. Do you wanna grab a drink? There’s this great bar down the street.”

-

Bianca held the door open for her girlfriend and their new friend, smiling at the bartender as she approached the bar that she’d been hanging out in all week.

“Bianca, Dani.” He greeted them. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Ella.” Bianca introduced her. “She’s playing Elphaba in Wicked.”

“Oh cool! What are you drinking?”

“I’ll just get a diet coke, don’t wanna play with my vocal chords right now.”

Bianca rolled her eyes as a large white wine was pushed towards her. By the end of the night, the three were basically inseparable.

-

But then again, it had been so long, and it wasn’t just anyone. She trusted Dani with her life. Bianca too, of course, but opening herself up to just one of them at a time was easier. And after all, what was the worst that could happen if she gave into her desires?

She finished her glass of wine, pouring another from the bottle, topping Dani’s glass up in the process. She’d had quite a bit to drink, more than she usually would, and she could feel her inhibitions slipping as the alcohol went to her head.

They finished dinner, Dani clinging to her leg in the back of the taxi, and Ella didn’t have the heart to slap it away any longer. Her resolve quickly loosened, growing to new heights as she got Dani into bed and stripped each other down. Ella in just black stockings with a lace trim. Dani found her delectable.

“Please?” Dani got up close, licking the shell of her ear. “El?”

“Are you sure this is okay with Bianca?” She checked. The last thing she wanted to do was push a boundary and lose them both.

“We talked. It’s fine as long as it’s you.”

She’d been thinking about it for a while, the desire to taste every inch of her Goddess growing to an incessant need.

“Go on then.” Ella led back, giving Dani the go ahead to start.

Letting Dani touch her like this was utterly vulnerable, and probably against her better judgement, but she was too horny and desperate to care. It had been too long and her touch was so good. She shook the doubt from her mind and surrendered to the moment.

Dani’s hands instantly flew to her full breasts, teasing the soft globes framed with stiff pink nipples. Dani took one into her mouth, looking up to match Ella’s hazel eyes with her own green ones as she ran her teeth over the sensitive bud.

Ella pushed her down. “Bite me again and you’ll pay for it.” She warned her.

Dani settled for open-mouthed kisses instead. She kissed down her stomach and over her thighs before spreading Ella’s legs wide.

This woman truly was a goddess. Dani took a second to admire her soft curves, paired with tight muscles in all the right places. She spread her apart, rubbing at her clit with her thumb. Her other hand is back on her breast. This was almost too much for Ella to handle, almost completely overcome by the way the younger woman worshipped her.

The moan that escaped her lips as she felt the pressure against her clit increase was a little too high pitched and desperate sounding for her liking. No wonder Bianca had married the woman, she was an angel with her tongue. She knew exactly what she was doing and the cocky look in her eyes told Ella that she knew exactly the effect she was having on her.

“Right there, right fucking there.”

The hand on her breast moved down to lean across her stomach, letting her lower her body down to be eye to eye with Ella’s heat. Ella missed the hand immediately, fingertips flying to toy with her own nipples as Dani worked her magic. She licked up the length of her folds, the taste absolutely divine when the juices cost her tongue.

Ella moaned loudly, hips trying to fuck her face at this point. Dani slipped two fingers inside of her, her pussy giving no resistance against the intrusion and letting her go knuckle deep straight away whilst also flicking her tongue relentlessly over her clit.

“More.” She demanded, groaning when Dani slid a third finger in, stretching her out around them.

Ella threw her head back. She was so close to coming in Dani’s arms. She’d waited so long for this moment. She felt the familiar heat in her lower stomach grow stronger, threateningly close to the edge.

“Dani. Close.” She managed to make out before she hit the tipping point.

Her orgasm came in waves, crashing over her as she arched her back, pushing her hips impossibly closer to Dani’s face, her head trapped between her thighs as she helped her ride out the orgasm.

Ella finally felt her body go limp, holding a single arm out for the girl crawling up the bed tiredly.

Dani absolutely relished the feeling of her bare skin against her own; a rare treat when it came to Ella who usually wore at least a robe post sex if not still fully dressed. Ella felt her snuggle closer and pulled her shoulder in to hold her in a post orgasmic bliss.

Dani swung her leg over her waist, shifting her weight to be lying on top of Ella. She accidentally rutted against her thigh, soaking wet from the gratification of eating Ella out. Her clit ached against the fabric of Ella’s stockings.

Ella opened one eye, her smile sideways as she felt the subtle rubbing against her leg. The fabric was rough against her cunt, and she couldn’t help but speed up her thrusts. Ella grinned at her, resting one hand on her lower back to steady her.

She threw her head back, a loud whimper escaping her lips, her rutting only building. The edge was so close and she just prayed to whatever god she could muster that Ella wouldn’t stop her before she came. She needed this orgasm more than she needed to breathe.

“Come for me, baby girl.” Ella breathed out as their bodies pressed together, Dani lowering herself to be basically led on top of her.

Her orgasm hit as soon as she was given permission, her toes curling as Ella held her tight, allowing her to get herself off.

She rolled over, gave Ella a chaste kiss and dreamt sweet, beautiful dreams.