Kinktober: Bradley/Laura One-Shots

Day 1: Voyeurism

The dim lighting in Laura's apartment cast soft shadows over the living room as Bradley sat on the couch, her legs tucked under her. She'd spent the last hour flipping through news briefs on her phone, waiting for Laura to finish up her work calls in the other room. But as the minutes ticked by, the quiet and solitude began to stir something restless inside her.

Bradley shifted, biting her lip as her thoughts drifted. Her body hummed with a need she couldn't shake—a desire that had been building all day. Laura's calm, authoritative presence had been driving her crazy. The way she'd carried herself in the newsroom earlier, completely composed, completely in control… Bradley couldn't stop thinking about it.

She glanced over her shoulder toward Laura's closed office door. It was still shut, the muffled sound of her voice indicating she was deep in conversation. The thought of Laura just feet away, unaware of what Bradley was about to do, sent a thrill through her body.

Slowly, she untucked her legs, stretching them out across the couch. Her hand slid down her stomach, her fingers dipping just beneath the waistband of her sweatpants. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she touched herself, her body already aching with need. She bit her lip, her breath coming faster as she stroked herself, her eyes half-lidded with arousal.

Bradley's head tilted back against the couch, her body trembling as she pressed harder, the sensation sending waves of heat through her. Her thoughts were filled with Laura—her voice, her touch, the way she always seemed to know exactly what Bradley needed. She could almost imagine Laura's hands on her, guiding her, controlling her.

Her fingers moved in slow, steady circles, but it wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed Laura. The way Laura's long fingers could reach deep inside her, hitting just that perfect spot that made her moan, made her lose control. Bradley's breath came in short, ragged gasps as she pushed her hand lower, her fingers slipping inside herself, but it still wasn't enough. It wasn't Laura.

Her mind spun, lost in fantasies of Laura's hands on her body, her lips grazing her skin, her voice commanding her, pushing her further until she couldn't hold back. She whimpered softly, her hips rocking against her hand, but still, it wasn't enough.

"I wish it were you," Bradley breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, her body aching with the need for Laura's touch. "God, I wish it were your fingers inside me."

She didn't notice the soft creak of the door opening, didn't hear the footsteps approaching until it was too late.

"Careful what you wish for," came a low, smooth voice from behind her.

Bradley's eyes snapped open, her body freezing as she turned her head to see Laura standing in the doorway. Laura's eyes were dark, her lips curled into that familiar, knowing smile. She stood there, arms crossed, her gaze flicking down to where Bradley's hand was still buried beneath her sweatpants.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Bradley's heart pounded in her chest, her skin flushed with both embarrassment and arousal. But Laura didn't seem shocked. If anything, she looked pleased.

"Don't stop on my account," Laura purred, her voice calm but carrying that edge of authority Bradley could never resist. She stepped further into the room, her eyes locked onto Bradley's. "But I think we both know you're not doing it right."

Bradley's breath caught in her throat, her fingers still trembling inside herself as she stared up at Laura, unsure of what to say. Her body was on fire, the heat of being caught only adding to the intensity of the moment.

Laura moved closer, her eyes never leaving Bradley's face. "If you're going to touch yourself, at least do it right," she murmured, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But you're going to follow my instructions. Do you understand?"

Bradley swallowed hard, her body trembling with anticipation. She nodded quickly, her breath shaky. "Y-yes."

Laura smiled, the corners of her lips curling into something wicked. "Good. First things first…" She stepped back slightly, her gaze dropping to Bradley's waist. "Take off your pants. I want to see everything."

Bradley's heart raced, her body shaking as she slowly lifted her hips off the couch and slid her sweatpants down her legs, her hands trembling with both nervousness and excitement. She hesitated for only a moment, then pushed her underwear down as well, leaving herself bare in front of Laura.

Laura's eyes darkened as she took in the sight of Bradley, spread out and exposed on the couch. "That's better," she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, show me how you were touching yourself. Slowly this time. I want to see every move."

Bradley's breath hitched, her skin prickling with heat as she hesitated for a moment before slipping her hand back between her legs. Her fingers were slick with arousal as she began to move them again, this time slower, more deliberate, just as Laura had instructed.

Laura's eyes never left her, watching intently as Bradley's fingers slid over her wet folds, teasing herself, her hips moving slightly against her hand. The air between them was thick with tension, the weight of Laura's gaze making every touch feel more intense, more intimate.

"Good girl," Laura murmured, her voice soft but commanding. "Now, go deeper. I want to see your fingers inside you."

Bradley let out a shaky breath, her fingers sliding down and pressing inside herself, her body arching slightly as she did. She moaned softly, her hips rocking against her hand as she followed Laura's instructions, moving slowly, letting her fingers explore herself just as Laura had asked.

"That's it," Laura purred, her voice like a low hum of approval. "But you're not going deep enough, are you? You know what you need."

Bradley's fingers faltered for a moment, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. She was so close to what she needed, but Laura's presence, the way she was watching so intently, kept her on edge.

Laura stepped closer, her breath hot against Bradley's ear as she leaned down. "You want my fingers inside you, don't you?" she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "You want me to make you come."

Bradley moaned softly, her fingers moving faster now, desperate for more. "Yes," she gasped, her voice shaky with need. "I want you."

Laura's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Not yet," she murmured, her hand brushing lightly over Bradley's thigh, teasing her but not giving her what she wanted. "Keep going. I want to watch you come apart for me first without my touch."

Bradley's fingers moved frantically, her hips bucking against her hand as she pushed herself closer and closer to the edge. Her entire body was trembling, the tension inside her coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke.

"Laura…" Bradley gasped, her voice filled with desperation.

"Not yet," Laura murmured, her fingers brushing lightly over Bradley's skin, teasing her but still not touching her where she wanted. "You're going to hold on for me. You don't get to come until I say so."

Bradley whimpered, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. She was so close, but Laura's voice, her control, kept her teetering on the edge, unable to let go.

Laura leaned down, her breath hot against Bradley's neck as she whispered, "Now. Come for me."

The command sent Bradley over the edge. Her body convulsed, her breath catching in her throat as her orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, her fingers moving frantically as she rode the waves of pleasure, her body trembling under the intensity of it all.

Laura stood back, watching with a satisfied smile as Bradley fell apart in front of her, her body spent, her breath ragged.

When Bradley finally came down, her body trembling with the aftershocks, she looked up at Laura, her eyes wide and filled with both exhaustion and desire.

Laura smiled, her fingers lightly brushing over Bradley's cheek. "You did so well," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with authority. "But next time… it'll be my fingers inside you."

Bradley shivered at Laura's words, her body still trembling from the orgasm that had just rocked through her. She barely had time to catch her breath before Laura moved in closer, her gaze locked on Bradley's hand, which was still resting between her legs, slick with her own arousal.

"Let's clean you up first," Laura murmured, her voice a smooth purr. She reached down, gently gripping Bradley's wrist. With careful, deliberate movements, she slowly pulled Bradley's fingers out from between her legs, her eyes never leaving Bradley's flushed face.

Bradley's breath hitched as Laura raised her hand, bringing her own wet fingers up to her lips. Laura's eyes gleamed with a mix of dominance and satisfaction as she leaned in closer, her lips hovering just over Bradley's ear.

"Suck them," Laura whispered, her voice low and commanding. "I want you to clean up your mess."

Bradley's heart raced, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she hesitated for just a moment. Then, with a shaky breath, she opened her mouth and took her fingers in, her lips closing around them. Her eyes fluttered shut as her tongue swirled over the slick skin, tasting herself, cleaning her fingers just as Laura had instructed.

Laura watched with dark, hungry eyes, her hand resting lightly on Bradley's thigh as she guided her. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice a low hum of approval. "But you know it's always better when I do it, don't you?"

Bradley whimpered softly, her body trembling with both need and anticipation as she sucked her fingers clean, her eyes opening to meet Laura's intense gaze. Laura smirked, pulling Bradley's hand away from her mouth once it was clean, her thumb brushing lightly over Bradley's lower lip.

"Such a needy little thing," Laura purred, her voice thick with amusement. "You couldn't even wait for me to finish work, could you? You had to touch yourself like some desperate little girl."

Bradley's face flushed with both arousal and embarrassment, but she didn't look away. "I… I couldn't help it," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Laura's smirk widened. "I know," she said, her voice soft but dripping with authority. "But now I'm going to show you how much better it is when I'm the one touching you."

Without another word, Laura's hand slid between Bradley's legs, her long fingers teasing the wet folds there. Bradley gasped, her hips bucking instinctively at the contact. Laura chuckled softly, her fingers brushing lightly over Bradley's clit, teasing her, not giving her what she wanted just yet.

"See?" Laura whispered, her lips grazing Bradley's ear. "Already so much better. You're so wet for me, aren't you?"

"Yes," Bradley gasped, her body trembling under Laura's teasing touch. "Please…"

Laura smirked, her fingers slipping lower, teasing Bradley's entrance but not pushing inside just yet. "Please what?"

"Please… I need you," Bradley whimpered, her hips rocking against Laura's hand in desperate need. "I need your fingers."

Laura's eyes darkened, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "That's better," she purred. "Now, open your legs wider. I want to see everything."

Bradley's heart raced as she obediently spread her legs wider, her body aching with the need for Laura's touch. Laura wasted no time. Her fingers slid deep inside Bradley, two at first, stretching her easily, then a third, pushing in with enough force to make Bradley cry out.

"God, Laura!" Bradley gasped, her back arching off the couch as Laura's fingers filled her completely, hitting that perfect spot inside her that made her body tremble with pleasure.

Laura smiled, her fingers moving with a steady, deliberate rhythm. "See how much better it is when I do it?" she whispered, her voice a low, seductive purr. "Your fingers could never reach you like this, could they?"

Bradley shook her head, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as she rocked her hips against Laura's hand. "No," she whimpered. "No, they couldn't."

"That's right," Laura murmured, her fingers thrusting deeper, harder, hitting that spot again and again, drawing loud moans from Bradley's lips. "Because you need me. You need my fingers. And I'm the only one who can make you feel like this."

Bradley's body trembled, her hips bucking wildly against Laura's hand as the pleasure built inside her, threatening to overwhelm her. "Please… Laura… I need to come."

Laura's smile widened, her fingers moving faster, rougher, her thumb brushing over Bradley's clit with just enough pressure to make her cry out. "You'll come when I say so," Laura commanded, her voice firm but dripping with desire. "Not a second before."

Bradley whimpered, her body trembling with the effort to hold back, her muscles clenching around Laura's fingers as the tension coiled tighter and tighter inside her. She was so close, so desperate for release, but Laura's control over her was absolute.

"God, you're so needy," Laura growled, her fingers moving with relentless precision, her thumb circling Bradley's clit with perfect pressure. "You couldn't wait for me, and now you can't wait to come, can you?"

"No," Bradley gasped, her voice breaking with need. "Please… I'm so close."

Laura's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Bradley's ear. "Beg for it."

"Please," Bradley whimpered, her body trembling uncontrollably now. "Please, Laura… let me come. I need it. I need you."

Laura's smile turned wicked, her fingers moving faster, harder, driving Bradley to the brink. "Come for me, then," she whispered, her voice dark and commanding. "Come for me right now."

The command sent Bradley over the edge. Her body convulsed, her breath catching in her throat as her orgasm hit her with a force that left her trembling, her muscles clenching around Laura's fingers as she cried out in ecstasy.

Laura didn't stop. Her fingers kept moving, drawing out every wave of pleasure until Bradley was a trembling, whimpering mess beneath her. Only when Bradley's body went limp, her breath coming in ragged gasps, did Laura finally slow her movements, pulling her fingers out gently.

Bradley collapsed against the couch, her body spent, her mind spinning from the intensity of the experience. Laura sat back, a satisfied smile on her lips as she watched Bradley try to catch her breath.

"You see?" Laura murmured, her voice soft but filled with authority. "It's always better when you wait for me."