Absolute Smokeshow

Dom Dom

The next morning, you said your goodbyes, called out of work, and filled your tank with gas before starting your long trek back home. Merging onto the highway, you hummed along to the music to try and shake your anxiety about having used your last sick day when you weren't even sick.
The drive back would take most of the day, meaning you couldn't ease your anxiety in the usual way. As the road stretched out in front of you, you decided it was best to occupy your thoughts with something less stressful; and what better way than remembering what you did last night?

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"So, NXT North American Champion: how do you really want to celebrate?" Rhea had asked Dom as soon as the three of you were back at the hotel.
He looked away, blushing already, and muttered something neither one of you heard.
"Speak. Up." Rhea's tone was firm.
"I... I want, um, both of you to dom me," he admitted, causing an immediate wordless exchange between you and Rhea.
She raised an eyebrow: "You up for it?"
You smiled shyly and nodded: "I want to, but I might need a little help."
Dom missed your silent conversation entirely, looking back to see the both of you smiling.

"I think we should have our little boytoy do a striptease for us," your girlfriend suggested with a smirk, looking your way, "Don't you?"
"He's so shy," you respond, carefully gauging his reaction, "How do we know he'll do it?"
"Easy: we don't let him come unless he puts on the best show he can for us," Rhea chuckled, watching Dom start to get hard before finally addressing him directly, "That means lap dances too, bitch."
"Yes, Mami," he breathed before turning to look at you, "And, uh, what should I call you?"
Rhea turned to await your response as well.
Not many titles sprang to mind, but there was one that seemed comfortable the more you thought about it.
"Call me Mistress."
"Yes, Mistress," Dom replied excitedly.
"Well don't just stand there," Rhea told him, tapping her phone to turn on slow, sultry music, "Strip."

Dom still seemed hesitant, face turning red, so you decided to encourage him. You stood, reaching out and grabbing his hand to help pull him up to his feet as well.
"We all know you look better without any clothes," you said, grabbing onto his vest roughly, "Don't keep us waiting."
"Yes, Mistress, sorry, Mistress," he replied, trying to hurriedly remove his clothes when you let go before Rhea stopped him.
"Slowly," she ordered, moving his hips to the beat for him before he took over, "There's my good boy."
Watching Dom strip, you were surprised when Rhea gently pulled you down onto the bed to sit next to her. She gave you a kiss and you giggled, watching her coax a now half-naked Dominik toward the two of you with one finger.
"Show your Mistress what you can do," Rhea instructed, giving his ass a hard slap as he turned to straddle you.

Dom getting flustered and blushing was something you had grown to expect - but what you didn't realize was that you were now in that same position, unsure whether or not you should touch him or where as your face grew steadily warmer.
Noticing your pause, Dom gingerly lifted your hands and set them on his chest as his slight muscles continued to ripple with the movement of his torso. You slid one hand over to play with his nipple as the other moved down and traced the words inked across his rib cage. He whimpered at the pinch and then giggled at the light touch down his side.
"Oh, are you ticklish there?" you ask, pulling your hand back as he instinctively covers his tender skin, and adjusts his underwear, as you smirk, "Good to know."

"Mami's turn," Rhea giggles, snapping the elastic on Dom's boxers and watching him jump.
Before he could move onto her lap himself, she had grabbed and lifted him onto her with one fluid motion, as if he didn't weigh a thing. Marveling at your girlfriend's strength, you watched Dom try to give her a lap dance while she ran her tongue up his chest before sucking and biting on his nipples.
Her need to dominate him was carnal and you were practically drooling watching the two of them. A small, involuntary moan escaped your lips when you watched Rhea rip and tear his underwear off, teeth sunk deep into Dom's shoulder as he whimpered frantically.