Wicked Whispers of Submission
Links: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 1: Fractured Bonds 🔥
Harper slammed the door to the beach house rental, the salty ocean breeze whipping through the open windows like a slap. Her heart pounded unevenly, a wild drumbeat echoing the crash of waves outside. She’d driven three hours from the city, fleeing the suffocating air of home where Mom—Elena—had been acting strange, distant, her eyes glazed with secrets.
“Dad’s gonna flip when he hears,” Harper muttered to herself, pacing the sun-bleached living room. But Dad, Marcus, was clueless, buried in his tech job. It was her discovery that burned: stumbling on Elena’s phone, texts from some guy named Dominic, laced with promises of “deeper surrender.” Wicked promises that twisted Harper’s gut.
Flashback hit hard as she collapsed onto the couch, the fabric rough against her tanned thighs. Last week, family dinner. Elena across the table, fidgeting, her full breasts straining against that low-cut blouse. Marcus droning about quarterly reports. Harper catching Elena’s foot sliding up her own calf under the table—not Marcus’s. A sly, wicked grin flickering before vanishing.
Harper’s phone buzzed. Nora, her mom’s yoga buddy. “Hey, kiddo. Rough week? Meet at the park cafe? Chai’s on me.” Nora always called her kiddo, warm like an aunt Harper never had. Desperate for an ear, Harper agreed. Anything to unload this poison.
At the cafe, under string lights flickering like fireflies, Nora waited. Mid-forties, brunette waves framing sharp green eyes, her yoga-toned body hugged by leggings. Harper spilled it all: the texts, Elena’s lies about “girls’ nights,” the gnawing fear her family was crumbling.
“I hate feeling this helpless,” Harper whispered, tears hot on her cheeks. Nora’s hand covered hers, soft, steady. The scent of jasmine chai mingled with Nora’s vanilla lotion. “Your mom’s always seemed so… content. But betrayal stings like salt in a cut.”
Nora’s gaze drifted, then sharpened. “Dominic, you said? Dark hair, commanding type?” Harper nodded, throat tight. Nora paled. “Elena and I grabbed pho last night. She mentioned him. Thought it was just flirtation.”
The revelation hung heavy. Harper’s world tilted. Nora pulled her into a hug, bodies pressing, heat building unexpectedly. “We’ll fix this. Promise.” But in Harper’s mind, a wicked doubt whispered: was Nora too close to the fire?
Chapter 2: The Serum’s Seduction 💋
Back in the city, Elena knelt in the dimly lit hotel suite Dominic had booked—mirrors on every wall reflecting her submission. The air thick with sandalwood incense, masking the musky tang of her arousal. Riley lay strapped to the massage table, petite redhead frame glistening under soft lamps, her freckled skin flushed from hours of teasing.
Riley, 35, married to Tessa for a decade. Lesbian through and through, she’d come for a “relaxation session” Elena advertised online. Now, green eyes hazy, fighting the pull. Elena’s fingers trembled as she mixed the vial: electrolytes, sugar, and Dominic’s special powder—aphrodisiac neural rewirer, turning resistance to craving.
“Drink up, Riley. It’ll make everything… easier.” Elena’s voice husky, her own pussy throbbing wickedly at the power. Words Dominic drilled into her: “Good slaves birth more slaves.”
Riley snatched the bottle, gulping desperately. Water dribbled down her chin, over pert breasts, nipples hardening like pebbles. Coughing, she pressed on, eyes pleading yet hungry. Elena tapped Riley’s swollen clit—pink, slick—drawing a gasp. “That’s it. Show me you want this.”
Wireless buds slipped in. Subliminals hummed: layered voices chanting mantras. Riley’s face slackened, a blissful drool at her lips. “Mantra Three: My mind empties for his will.”
Elena dove between spread thighs, inhaling Riley’s tangy scent—citrus shampoo mixed with feminine nectar. Tongue flicked the outer folds, savoring salt-sweet essence. Riley bucked, moaning into the void. Fingers plunged, curling against that spongy ridge inside, prostate of pleasure for women. Juices coated Elena’s chin, dripping to the floor in lewd plops.
“Your name?” Elena murmured, lapping greedily.
“Riley,” came the whimper.
Elena sucked harder on the clit, teeth grazing. “Wrong. Say it right.” Riley shattered, squirting arcs onto Elena’s face, body convulsing. “R-Rylla! My name is Rylla!”
Elena rose, wiping her mouth, tasting the remnants. Wicked triumph surged. Dominic’s training made her this—architect of broken wills. She dimmed lights further, letting mantras echo. Riley’s hand drifted to her mound, rubbing mindlessly, fingers disappearing into sopping heat.
Deepening the Dive
Night wore on. Elena straddled Riley’s face, grinding her shaved cunt onto parted lips. “Taste your future, Rylla.” Riley’s tongue delved eagerly, inexperienced but guided by drugs and audio. Elena rocked, breasts bouncing, nipples aching for pinch. Climax built, crashing in waves—muscles clenching, cream flooding Rylla’s mouth.
“Swallow. Mantra Nine: Betrayal tastes sweetest.” Rylla obeyed, gulping with fervor, her own hips humping air. Elena fingered her anew, three digits stretching the tight channel, thumb circling asshole. Rylla’s cries muffled, vibrations humming through Elena’s core.
Exhaustion crept. Elena unchained her, massaging numb limbs with oil—warm, slick glides easing pins and needles. Kisses trailed up spine, neck nipped softly. “Who was Riley?” Elena breathed.
“A shadow. Gone.” Rylla’s voice dreamy, hand cupping Elena’s breast possessively.
“And Tessa?”
“My wife… exquisite. But she’d glow brighter choking on Master’s shaft.” Resistance flickered, then died. Elena’s clit pulsed wickedly. New mantra seeded perfectly.
Chapter 3: Revelations in the Rain
Rain pattered the park cafe’s awning, turning the world blurry. Harper sipped her third ginger-turmeric latte, steam curling like secrets. Nora fidgeted, orange peels floating in her tea from nervous peeling.
“Pho with Elena last night. She swore it was over with Dominic.” Nora’s whisper cut through downpour. Harper’s pulse raced. Dad’s words echoed: “Mom’s out with yoga friend Nora for Thai.”
“Was Elena… happy? Glowing?” Harper pressed.
Nora nodded slowly. “Too much. Said something about ‘hydration rituals.’ Creepy.”
Harper’s mug clattered. Pieces clicked: Elena’s flushed cheeks post-“nights out,” the wicked scent of unfamiliar perfume on her clothes. “Dad cooked alone. You two were… with him?”
Nora dropped her spoon, metal clanging like judgment. Spilled tea swirled spicy cinnamon chaos. “How—?”
“You’re the yoga friend.” Harper’s voice cracked. Nora dabbed frantically, eyes locked, fear mingling with… hunger?
Silence stretched, rain drumming louder. Nora clasped Harper’s hands. “I had no clue. Your pain… mirrors mine. Stepmom cheated years back. Tore me apart.”
Harper leaned in, Nora’s breath minty-warm. Impulse surged—lips brushed, tentative. Nora froze, then parted, tongues dancing soft. Harper pulled back, cheeks burning. “Sorry, I—”
“Don’t.” Nora’s fingers traced Harper’s jaw. “In this storm, maybe we need anchors.” But Harper saw the tremor—a wicked undercurrent, like Nora knew more than she let on.
They parted soaked, hugged tight under umbrella. Nora’s body yielded, full hips pressing. “I’ll watch Elena. Protect you both.” Harper nodded, but doubt lingered, rain washing clean? Or drowning deeper?
Chapter 4: Echoes of Ecstasy
Beach house now theirs alone, Elena guided Rylla to the king bed, waves crashing symphony outside. Moonlight silvered sweat-slick skin. Rylla knelt, eyes vacant bliss, repeating: “Mantra Fifteen: My pussy weeps for Master’s intrusion.”
Elena smiled wickedly, cupping heavy tits, thumbs flicking rosy tips. “Louder, slut.” Rylla arched, moaning amplified, juices trailing thighs. Elena pushed her flat, straddling chest, grinding soaked slit along sternum, painting glossy trails.
“Why fight cock before?” Elena teased, pinching nipples viciously.
Rylla whimpered, hips bucking. “Married… to Tessa. Only pussy.” Hand toyed wedding band scar, faint white line.
Elena’s core clenched. Mantra Twenty: “I adore cuckolding my spouse.” Rylla’s eyes rolled, pussy gushing puddle. Elena ground harder, clit dragging ribs, scent of arousal ocean-salt thick.
Shifting, Elena buried face in red curls, tongue spearing asshole—tight, puckered rosebud yielding to probe. Rylla screamed pleasure, fingers clawing sheets. “More! Train me!”
Elena added fingers to cunt, four stretching obscenely, squelching symphony. Rylla squirted again, drenching face and pillows. Post-orgasm, Elena soothed with laps, butterfly kisses on inner thighs. “Master’s cock dwarfs all. You’ll beg.”
Rylla nodded frantically. “Mantra Twenty-Two: Pussy’s joy, Master’s rod supreme.” Elena’s laugh low, throaty. Wicked perfection forming.
Midnight Reinforcement
Hours blurred. Toys emerged: vibrating wand on clit, buzzing relentless. Rylla convulsed, orgasms chaining, voice hoarse chanting. Elena fisted slowly—knuckle-deep, wrist twisting in velvet vice. Rylla’s walls milked, scent heady—sweat, cum, desperation.
“Taste your old self’s end.” Elena straddled face reverse, asshole grinding nose, pussy lips smothering mouth. Rylla lapped like starved, inhaling ass-musk. Elena rocked, flooding with squirt. Collapse together, limbs tangled, breaths syncing.
“Ready for him?” Elena whispered, nipple in Rylla’s suckling mouth.
“Every hole. Forever.” Wicked surrender complete.
Chapter 5: Tangled Hearts, Wicked Lies
Harper crashed at the beach house, Nora’s kiss haunting dreams—soft, forbidden heat. Phone lit: Elena’s text. “Home late. Girls’ spa night with Nora.” Lie. Harper’s blood boiled.
Dad called, clueless cheer. “Your mom’s glowing lately. Good sign, right?” Harper choked back rage, hanging up. Drive back, storm raging. Parked outside Elena’s condo, lights low, moans filtering.
Peering window: Elena nude, glistening, another woman—redhead—bound playfully? No, entranced. But Nora entered frame, disrobing. Harper gasped. Betrayal tripled.
Inside fantasy: Nora knelt before Elena, lapping dutifully. “Dominic’s orders,” Elena purred. Reality crashed for Harper. She fled, tears blinding.
Nora texted later: “Come over. Truth time.” Harper went, rage fueling steps. Nora opened door, robe slipping, revealing curves. “I know about Elena. And Dominic. But it’s deeper.”
Confession poured: Nora Dominic’s scout, planting seeds. Harper recoiled. “You used me?” Nora pulled her close, lips claiming fierce. “No. Feel this.” Robe fell, naked body pressing—nipples hard points against shirt. Harper’s traitorous core clenched.
They tumbled to couch, Nora’s hands everywhere—sliding under skirt, fingers dipping soaked panties. “Let go. Wicked release awaits.” Harper moaned, hips grinding palm, but mind screamed betrayal. Climax ripped, shameful bliss. Nora licked fingers clean, eyes gleaming.
“Join us. Or fight.” Choice hung, exquisite torment.
Chapter 6: The Ultimate Yielding
Dominic entered the suite silently, shadow among mirrors. Tall, dark stubble framing predatory smile. Elena knelt left, Rylla right—naked, dripping devotion. Air electric, pussy scents mingling with his cologne—woody, dominant.
“Report, Elena.”
“She’s primed, Master. Mantra One: All belongs to you.” Elena’s voice reverent, cunt lips puffy from efforts.
Rylla echoed empty: “Even my desires reshape for you.”
Dominic stripped, cock springing—thick-veined monster, nine inches throbbing. Precum beaded tip. Rylla’s eyes widened, mantra firing: “I crave cock above all.”
“On the bed, legs wide.” Rylla obeyed, knees to ears, pink gash exposed—glistening invitation. Dominic teased, bulb circling entrance, coating in her nectar. Smell intoxicating, wet slurp as he nudged in.
Inch by inch, stretching virgin-to-cock walls. Rylla wailed ecstasy, “Fuck me! Betray Tessa with your seed!” Dominic bottomed, balls slapping ass, grinding cervix deep.
Pounding began—savage, hips slamming, bed creaking protest. Elena watched, fingering self wickedly, juices puddly. Dominic growled, “Chant it.”
“Mantra Twenty-Six: Cheating floods me with bliss!” Rylla’s tits jiggled, nails raking his back bloody trails.
Sweat flew, bodies slapping symphony. Dominic flipped her doggy, re-entering brutal. Ass cheeks rippled, his thumb spearing anus. Double stuffed, Rylla shattered—squirting torrent soaking sheets.
Elena crawled under, sucking swinging balls, tongue rimming taint. Dominic roared, pulling out, shaft erupting ropes across Rylla’s face, tits, cunt. She scooped, devouring cum like nectar.
Afterglow Bindings
Collapsed heap, Dominic cradled both. Fingers in hair, soothing. “You’re mine eternally.” Rylla nuzzled cock, soft kisses. Elena stroked Rylla’s back, tears of joy.
Mantras murmured lullaby: surrender absolute. Outside, ocean whispered approval. Harper’s texts went unread—new world’s dawn.
But in quiet, Elena’s mind flickered: wicked fulfillment. Family? Fractured. Master? Whole.
Dominic smiled. “Nora next. Then the daughter.” Chain lengthened, pleasure infinite. 💋
