Friends and Fantasies: A "Pretty Boy Bruises" Story

by MuscleMamiDearest

Summary:

As their relationship develops, Dominik and Rhea continue to explore their dynamic and sexual interests. Rhea, having learned to put her jealousy aside, decides to reward Dominik by bringing a fantasy to life.

This is a short story spinoff from my work, "Pretty Boy Bruises." If you haven't read it, it isn't required to understand this story, but I will be using characterizations from that work in this one.

Notes:

• Inspired by Pretty Boy Bruises by MuscleMamiDearest

Please remember to always practice any BDSM/kink related escapades safely, with the consent of everyone involved, and in a clear headspace with reasonable, rational expectations in mind.

Chapter 1

They weren't strangers to fantasy. On more than one occasion, Dominik had gladly unwound himself before her while moaning and whispering sticky words of want. His desire to be under her control allowed him that grace, to think and speak freely in the moment; to let his senses be overwhelmed with lust and what it does to the imagination. And, when he finally opened his teary eyes to see her beauty again, the filthy thoughts cleared themselves away.

Usually.

They'd found that a specific theme did a lot for both of them. It started mostly vague, talk of the crowd, the cameras, and unassigned "theys." But, as can sometimes happen in these situations, pushing the boundaries of the mind was tempting. Blurring a match in the ring with a verbalized fantasy later that night became tradition.

So, when Rhea brought up his on-screen love interest, it wasn't a surprise to Dominik.

"If she could only see her Daddy now," Rhea laughed. "Would she think you're such a strong man, Dominik?" Her hand grips his throat as she rocks her hips against him, making him moan.

"No, Mami." he replies, fingers twitching to touch her. The faux leather cuffs on his wrists creak as he strains.

"No, I think not, either." Her teeth dig into her lip for a moment, "Not just because you're tied down, letting Mami use you, but because you like it so much. You don't want to be free, do you?"

Dominik shakes his head, "I want to be yours, Mami." His eyes flutter, he feels it and he can't help it.

"That's right, baby boy. Of course you do." She grinds down on him, "Tell her. Tell her how much you like belonging to me."

Dominik forces air in and out of his lungs, "I like being a toy for Mami to use." He swallows hard, feeling where Rhea's fingers rest around his throat as he does.

"Knowing that she doesn't need me, but she chooses to let me experience her pleasure with her--" He interrupts himself with a whine, feeling Rhea's teeth against his chest.

"He likes when I mark him up," Rhea grins as she sits up again, quickening her pace and making him shiver. "You should see how hard he gets when I bruise his beautiful skin." she moans.

"Mami," Dominik whimpers.

"What is it, sweet boy?" She searches his face, hips dropping down against his own all the while. "Is that what you want? Do you want Mami to show your little girlfriend how hard you get when she hurts you?" she smirks. "That you get off on pain? That I can feel your cock throbbing when I tighten my fingers around your throat?" Her digits flex in time with her words.

He nods to the best of his ability, mumbling out what he hopes she'll recognize as a pathetic "yes."

Rhea's laugh in response makes his hips twitch, his orgasm creeping up his spine.

"Oh, my sweet, dirty boy. I'd love to show you off. I'd feel so proud seeing your cock swell when I spank you in front of her, a tear rolling down your cheek." She leans forward, licking a stripe up his face.

Dom trembles under her, "I'm getting close." he says, voice shaking.

"Yeah? Are you going to show her how well you come for Mami?" Rhea gently pats his cheek, her way of checking in to see if anything more substantial is welcomed. When Dominik's pupils widen with his slight nod, she draws back and firmly lands a smack on the side of his face.

"Fuck," he moans out, "Please, Mami, let me show her how good I am for you."

"Go on, my love. Make Mami proud." Pleasure cradles each word. "Put on a show for our friend, baby."

Dominik can imagine the teasing laughter the two women would share. Liv had been accepting, and at times somewhat encouraging, of their dynamic, despite them not having spelled it out so clearly.

"I can feel how close you are," He watches her head tilt back as she pushes him deeper inside herself. "She came just to see how good you can be, how well you listen to Mami. Don't disappoint her, my love. She wants to see your face when you come for me."

Dominik trembles, hands flexed into a fist on either side of the bed. His hips raise, driving himself deeper into Rhea.

"Mami, please," he begs, desperate, "I'm getting so sensitive."

"Oh, baby," she coos, "It's okay, look at Mami." She holds his jaw firmly, eyes meeting his. "You can do it. You can come for me. Your needy cock has done such a good job bringing Mami pleasure. You've earned it. Come on, sweet boy."

Dominik's eyes nearly roll back in his head as he arches even more, trying to push himself over the edge. A choked whine rips through him as the building tension in his stomach finally breaks.

 

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Rhea felt pride while watching the monitor backstage, hearing the crowd getting precariously close to cheering for Dominik as he flaunted his title on the top rope. He hopped down and Liv quickly tucked into his side, his arm falling around her. It used to send a pang of jealousy through Rhea, despite her knowing good and well that their relationship was scripted. Now, she felt a squirm of lust in her gut, because she knew the moment he got backstage, he'd be looking for her.

She watches the screen as the two head down the ramp, Dominik giving Liv a kiss on the head like the affectionate boyfriend he needed to be for the camera. Rhea clutches one of her pointed nails between her teeth, eagerness bubbling in her veins.

She meets them at the doorway to the lounge, Dominik's arm swinging over Liv's head as he goes to throw both arms around Rhea.

"Lovebirds," Liv says in a sing-song voice, giggling to herself. "Rhea, are we still on for later?"

"Yeah, of course." she grins down at Liv over Dom's shoulder.

"Plans?" Dominik asks with a tilt of his head.

"Not for you." Rhea gently taps the tip of his nose with her finger as she pulls back from the hug.

Dominik pouts, "Keeping secrets." She watches him kick at something invisible on the ground.

"Don't worry, Dom-Dom. I'll make it up to you."

"Yeah?" Rhea smiles as his eyebrow raises, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth as well.

"Of course." she winks. "Don't silence your phone tonight, okay?"

Dom nods, his grin nearly shutting his eyes completely. "Yes, ma'am."

 

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Dom is drying his hair after a shower when his phone lights up, an incoming call.

"Hey, Mami," he answers with a smile, "What's up?"

"Dominik," she breathes, "Do you trust me, my love?"

"Of course." he says, maybe too quickly.

"Mm," she hums, "I'm coming over in an hour, make sure you've eaten before then. Something light."

"Is this the surprise?"

"I think you'll be surprised, yes."

He laughs softly, forcing air out his nose in a huff. "Okay, Mami."

"I'll see you then."

"See you soon." He tightens his lips, making a kissing sound. He hears Rhea's sweet laugh before she hangs up.

Dominik spends the hour as instructed, quickly dressing in a slightly oversized hoodie--that he knows Rhea likes--and shorts before going to his kitchenette and warming up some leftovers from the night before. As he chews, his mind wanders. "Do you trust me?" she'd asked. Undoubtedly, he did. Trusted, loved, admired... But, the question left a tingling feeling at the base of his skull, the hairs there rising in anticipation of the unknown.

When a knock on his door finally echoes through the room, Dominik's stomach flips. He shuffles over, startled as he goes to pull it open and meets resistance.

"Rhea?" Dom leans forward, trying to glance around the door.

"Close your eyes," she instructs, calmly but with authority. As Dominik obeys, she gently pushes on the handle she holds, opening the door wider.

"Turn around," Rhea continues.

Dominik pivots slowly, turning his back to the door. He listens to the creak of it opening and closing behind him, and the soft, unrushed steps of Rhea moving by his left side. There's another sound, a slight rustling. Dominik tries to tune into it, but Rhea's words interrupt his thoughts.

"Thank you for listening so well," she praises. "You're so good for me." He feels her fingers stroke through his hair.

"Of-of course, Mami," he stammers, swallowing. "I like being good for you."

With his eyes closed, he imagines that he can almost hear her smile. "I know you do, my love. That's why Mami's got such a special surprise for you tonight."

He feels his cheeks flush pink, "Thank you." He pulls the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands, "I have to keep my eyes closed?"

Rhea hums affirmatively, "Yes. Can you do that, or should I blindfold you?"

Dom shakes his head slightly, "I can do it." The idea of willingly giving up his sight without aid, simply because Rhea requested it, gives him goosebumps.

"That's my good boy," she compliments, making Dom's head swim. "Come here, follow my voice."

He breathes in through his nose before taking the first step, one hand reaching out toward her. There is a part of him that worries about making a fool of himself, running into something and tripping. Regardless, he doesn't peek. He comes to a halt when he feels the warmth radiating off her skin on his fingertips.

The room is quiet. Nerves begin to bubble in his stomach. He's just about to start overthinking when Rhea's touch grounds him again, her fingers on his cheek.

"Tell me your safe word."

"Fire." His voice is nearly a whisper.

Rhea's hand leaves his face, moving down to fold her fingers around his own instead. Her other hand does the same.

"You trust me?" she asks again. Dominik nods, focusing on her voice.

Silence again, and, strangely, it's harder for Dominik to gauge how long it stretches on for without his sense of sight.

"Make your way to the bedroom." Rhea instructs, giving his hands a squeeze before letting go.

Dominik turns slowly, orienting himself in his mind. He takes one slow step and then another.

"Wait," Rhea interrupts, "On your knees. Crawl for me. I don't want you to run into anything and hurt your pretty face."

Dom's lips twitch into a smile as he carefully lowers himself to the ground, hands and knees getting acquainted with the soft carpet beneath him. His fingers inch forward, feeling for a clear path. Rhea's gaze, as he visualizes it behind his eyelids, litters his skin with goosebumps.

 

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Rhea rests against the doorway to the bedroom, watching Dominik orientate himself on the floor. She clutches her lip between her teeth, holding in an affectionate giggle.

"Very well done, Dom-Dom." she praises, straightening up. "Can you stand up for me?"

Her eyes trail up his body as he stands just awkwardly enough to be charming in a very Dominik specific way. Rhea approaches him slowly, fingers resting on his shoulder as she moves behind him. She kisses the back of his neck softly before letting her chin perch just beside her hand.

"We are not alone," she whispers into his ear.

Chapter 2

Dominik couldn't hide his initial panicked reaction, and, thankfully, Rhea was well attuned to the chords of his emotions as he teetered toward subspace.

"You can tell me to send them away right now," she had whispered, "And, I won't be upset or disappointed. I will ensure they don't speak a word about this to anyone."

Dominik swallowed hard, heart drumming in his chest.

"You can use your safe word at anytime, otherwise. You can change your mind about what you want and don't want." Her nails gently scratch against his shoulder, "I want this to be so good for you, Dominik. If it isn't, tell me." The order was a quiet but serious one.

With a deep breath, he nodded.

A blank moment stretched out, but Dominik did not protest. Rhea hummed in acceptance, gently turning Dominik around by the shoulder she'd been resting on.

"She will not touch you unless you ask for it and I approve. If there's something you don't want to do in front of her, I need you to use your safe word. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mami." Dominik replied, voice slightly shaken.

"Look at me," her fingers cradled his chin. Dominik opened his eyes, blinking a few times to let them adjust.

"You can call it at anytime, no matter what." Rhea's eyes searched his own.

"I understand," Dominik breathed out.

"Good," Her smile was soft as her fingers found his hair. Dominik leaned in instinctually, but paused as realization set into his bones again.

They were not alone. Someone was just behind him, watching; their motive unknown to Dominik.

"It's okay," Rhea whispered, slowing down his train of thought. "Mami wants to show you off. I'm so proud of you, Dominik." Her thumb stroked his cheek.

Dominik's eyelids fluttered, "Thank you." His head tilted into her touch.

Rhea closed the gap between them, pressing a saccharine kiss to his lips.

And, that was all it took. Every worry, every wall...whisked away by his understanding: Rhea wanted to flaunt how good he was for her. The same feeling that had pooled in his stomach at the thought of willingly giving up his sense of sight found him again. His knees trembled and his head spun as desire filled the void left behind by his fear.

 

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"You've always looked the most beautiful like this," Rhea compliments. "Mind clear of any thoughts, ready to obey."

Her shoe rests on his thigh as he kneels, eyes cast down in submission.

"Don't you think?" She glances up, smile on her lips.

The blonde sitting across the room in a corner chair nods, quietly agreeing.

"Oh, I bet it's just eating you up inside, isn't it?" Rhea laughs, turning her attention back to Dominik. "Don't you want to know who came to see you be such a good boy?" 

She raises her leg, sole of her boot now pressing into Dom's chest. Dominik has to move his hands to the floor beneath him to steady himself.

"Yes, Mami. Please, tell me."

Rhea is aware that the surprise factor has mostly passed, being that Dominik knew who she had met with tonight. His dedication to playing along regardless struck a chord of adoration in her.

She tilts her head, crossing her strong arms. "I wonder who you want it to be." She leans forward toward him, the rubber against Dom's chest digging in a little more.

"Have you fantasized about this? Being on display?" she smirks, knowing the answer.

"M-maybe." Dominik swallows hard, struggling to stay upright.

"Oh, don't be coy. It's not the time to pretend you're an innocent, saintly soul. We both know," she grins widely, "We all know you're a dirty boy, Dom."

He shakes his head, making her smile fall. "No," he denies. "I'm good. I-I've never thought about-"

Rhea cackles, pushing off his chest and knocking him to the ground. When the laughter stops, Rhea looks less than amused.

"Are you trying to embarrass me, Dominik?" Her eyes pierce his.

"No, Mami," he wets his lips. "I'd never want that."

"Tell me why you're lying, then." She squats by his feet, elbows on her knees. "Why are you being deceitful in front of Mami's friend?"

She watches Dominik's eyes flick toward the corner of the room. She corrects him with a snap of her fingers.

"Answer me," she demands. "Are you not the good boy I bragged about?"

"I am!" he insists. "I just... It's embarrassing, Mami." His voice becomes softer as he talks.

Rhea sticks her bottom lip out in a faux sympathetic pout, "Embarrassing? What's embarrassing, sweet boy?"

She watches the pink spread across his cheeks, "Admitting it."

She quirks a brow, "Admitting...? Dominik, I'm not a mind reader. I'm sure our friend isn't, either. Let's be good hosts." Her tone drops, daring Dominik to make a choice: own up to his dirty thoughts, or be punished in front of an audience.

"That...that I've wanted to be watched."

She takes a slow, deep breath in through her nose. "Go on."

"I feel proud of myself when I'm good for you. It's nice to think about someone else knowing about it."

"Oh, Dominik," she smiles sweetly, "Very good."

 

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Her nails were like candle flames down his back, skin already sensitive from the long, teasing build up. He tries to stay still and meter his breathing, coaxing himself to relax into the hold of the cuffs and the sturdy planks that criss-crossed behind him.

Liv, now in full view, tucks one ankle under the other and tilts her head; going for curious but landing on mischievous instead.

"I thought you'd be able to take more before you started shaking." she says from her spot on the bed, across from where he's restrained.

"I'm fine." he quips back, earning himself a smack to his inner thigh from Rhea.

"No one asked you to speak." his Mami corrects with a calm, yet stern, disposition.

Dom's teeth grip his bottom lip tightly, a careful nod is his only response.

"I don't know, Rhea, you went on and on about how well trained he was. So far, I have to say, I'm not impressed." Liv sighs.

Dominik fights the urge to defend himself, thigh still stinging. Unfortunately, the way his shorts are rolled up, bunching in the crease of his hips, has his bulge on full display--his protests would not be very convincing, to say the least.

"Hm, maybe he's gotten too comfortable; forgotten his place." Rhea's fingers knot in his hair, yanking his head back. "Is that the case, Dominik? Speak."

A moan is the first sound to leave his mouth. "No, Mami. I know my place."

"Oh?" Rhea's voice is teasing, almost in disbelief.

"Yes. I am in awe of you, Mami. I am thankful for what you give me." The last few words come out between his teeth as her hold on his hair tightens further.

"And, if Mami chooses to ignore your pleasure? Play with you for her own enjoyment?"

Dominik trembles, "I will be honored."

Rhea smirks, letting go of his hair. She pats his cheek firmly, just short of a smack. "Now there's my good boy."

Dominik feels himself throb in his shorts, suddenly hyper aware of Liv's eyes on him in that same moment. A wave of fog crashes inside his brain. The only thought he can muster up is the hope that Rhea's fingerprints would somehow embroider themselves on his cheek where she'd hit him, marking him forever as hers.

Notes:

Comments and kudos are very much appreciated! I'm very honored by readers sharing their thoughts, joy, excitement, and concerns with me.