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Cassandra wouldn’t say she was possessive over her daughter, simply strict. Like any mother, she’d like to keep her family tight-knit, close, in her line of sight. It had been that way with the Kirammans forever. Since she was young, her mother would instill in her that ‘family is everything’ and that she must be poised and collected within their noble lineage. Cassandra had made sure to do the same with Caitlyn, lay out these rules and make it clear:
“A Kiramman is always a Kiramman, and you must act like it,”
Caitlyn had always been hesitant about this, itching to disobey and bend the family rules like all rebel teenagers do. But Cassandra knew how to keep her in check, remind her of her status and ensure she stayed in line. Caitlyn had wavered as she grew older, going against her words and having secret talks about joining the enforcers with Jayce (though, not very secret when the boy told Cassandra everything). She’d been more avoidant, more distant, more unlike how a Kiramman should behave. It enraged Cassandra, but she always kept her calm. Like how she had been trained to. Composed, collected, everything Caitlyn had refused to be. Cassandra was starting to suspect Caitlyn had no respect for her prestigious family name, and she couldn’t have that. No, she decided if Caitlyn's behaviour got any worse—any more savage—she’d step in.
She just didn’t know how bad it could get.
Caitlyn had stumbled in one day, flushed, almost shaking as she walked to a stop before Cassandra. The woman didn’t think of it much, simply eyeing her nervous daughter as she crossed her legs and sipped at her tea, nodding for her to go on. What Caitlyn had presented her was beyond her expectations. Cassandra had entertained Caitlyn’s spluttered speech as she paced across the living room, taking small glances up at the portrait of their family—almost reminding herself of who she was (and who Cassandra expected her to be) But it was only when Caitlyn had gestured to the door and called out that the older woman had stiffened, that her mouth had gone dry and the teacup had been placed onto the glass table with as much force as she could manage without smashing it. In walked a broad woman, with fire-red hair that swept across her forward a nice contrast against her pale skin, her blue eyes not leaving Caitlyn’s as she anxiously sauntered in with her hands stuffed in the pockets of her black jeans. Cassandra had tried not to show her reaction, she had clenched her jaw and weakly smiled with a quick ‘ hello ’ to the obvious Zaunite that had just wandered up next to her daughter, shorter in a way that wasn’t surprising.
Cassandra couldn’t help the bile that rose in her throat, the way her heart tightened and hammered against her rib cage as her eyes rose over the woman that had taken place next to her daughter. The woman who was smirking down at Cassandra—and, now that she looks back on it, probably not in the demeaning way she first thought of it—and wrapping a large hand around Caitlyn’s waist. No, her daughter's waist. And Caitlyn just stood there, babbling on about her new ‘girlfriend’ and how excited she was for her and her mother to finally make acquaintances—she simply stood there and allowed the girl’s hands over her, allowed Cassandra to just watch as Violet (the girl’s name, though she insisted on Vi) touched her all over, as Violet kissed her cheek lightly and smiled brightly at Cassandra as she spoke something about “how amazing” her daughter was—which she was aware of, greatly, she’d never let Caitlyn know that, though—and how great of a pleasure it was to meet her mother. Cassandra had no words as she watched it unfold before her. She had no control over how Violet stared at Caitlyn, her blue eyes sparkling with something Cassandra was all but used to. It’s how Tobias stared at her when they were younger, as they snuck away and kissed like rebellious teens in their 20s. And Cassandra loathed it, hated the fire rising in her throat as Violet squeezed Caitlyn’s hand and looked at her like she was the only thing in the world, she brightened when Caitlyn laid a hand over hers as she continued to speak about some romantic nonsense to her mother about their relationship (if Vi had a tail, it would be wagging)
And Caitlyn had the nerve to say, “I really love her, mother, I think she’s the one. I hope you can accept that,”
And Cassandra had no other way to answer but, “If she makes you happy,”
They had both beamed at that, Caitlyn grinning wildly as she led Violet out with her hands on her shoulders and leaving Cassandra alone. Alone to contemplate her feelings, to feel the anger rising in her stomach and cringe at the horrible, bitter taste in her mouth. All her thoughts were dusty pink hair, glowing blue eyes and sharp, scarred smiles. The thought of violet and blue clashing together and making her shuffle in her seat.
But she was a Kiramman. She’d keep herself composed, she’d stay collected until the time came to put Caitlyn back in her place. It’s what she deserved, anyway, after making her own mother watch as she allowed another woman to kiss her gently and lock their hands tight together. Watch as she allowed this woman to take her. Cassandra didn’t even want to think of what they did behind closed doors, how this Zaunite woman surely had her daughter wrapped in her fingers. But she allowed her mind to slip, slip to thoughts of Caitlyn bent over, her breasts dragging across the smooth sheets of her bed (the same one Cassandra had read books to her in as a child, the same one Cassandra had tucked her into while she stroked her silk, navy hair and soothed her to sleep) as Violet forced a hand on the small of her back, whispering degrading things as her strap pushed in and out of her with ease, glossy with Caitlyn’s slick. Thoughts about Caitlyn grinding down, biting her lip in a whine as strong, calloused hands pushed her down onto even stronger thighs. The thoughts made her head dizzy, made heat fly to her cheeks as the disdain inside her grew. The idea that Violet had her daughter like this so willingly, that she had Caitlyn, that Caitlyn was hers, and Caitlyn was fine with this. That Violet could now have Caitlyn pinned to the wall as they laughed and kissed and made Cassandra feel so ill with want and desire to steal Caitlyn back she felt she could pass out.
No one stole her daughter—no one had her daughter. No one but her. And she’d make sure Caitlyn was aware of that, aware that being a Kiramman came at a price. That being a Kiramman didn’t mean she could disobey and do whatever her heart desires simply because she was pampered all her life. She’d done this before, ever since Caitlyn was young, she had put her sweet daughter back into her place when she had done wrong. She was sure Caitlyn had grown used to her punishments—though it seemed she had grown too used to not receiving punishments if she felt that introducing Violet was acceptable. Cassandra always knew what to do, anyway. If a Kiramman was anything, it was smart, calculating, and she was willing to present this to her daughter. Caitlyn had been due a reminder of what name she carried.
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Cassandra had planned on doing something earlier. She had made a deliberate plan and all on what she was to do with Caitlyn. But she had been so caught up in her piles and piles of work, an even more excessive workload than normal in her role as Councillor, that she had no time to focus on anything else. Not even when Caitlyn shyly asked her one day if Violet could sleep over for the night. (Caitlyn’s 19 in a few months, though Cassandra supposes she’ll never grow out of her childish traits like asking if she can have a sleepover) She had answered her daughter with a curt nod and a wave of her hand as she scribbled something dark and blotchy onto another complaint from Councillor Hoskel. She hadn’t even fully comprehended what Caitlyn had asked her until later that evening when Tobias was kissing her, feather-like, on her shoulder as she lay, staring at her wall, Cassandra realised what she had just allowed Caitlyn to do. Caitlyn was probably with her right now—not that Cassandra would know; she’d come home late, tired and in need of a massage from her husband—doing God knows what with the Zaunite. A deep pit of contempt swirled within her, as the soft presses of lips on her back conjured thoughts of Vi doing the same with Caitlyn. Holding her daughter close in her large arms and kissing her with bubbles of laughter and bright smiles. Just the thought made Cassandra ache, made the kisses on her shoulder feel itchy as she turned to a surprised Tobias, murmuring something about work and the need for rest—which he so graciously gifted her as he shuffled away, dejected.
It had been a week since then, and Cassandra had (unfortunately) been seeing more and more of the Zaunite girl around her house. She didn’t show her distaste for the girl, presenting simple smiles and offering small greetings whenever they’d bump into one another. But something had tipped her over the edge, one night, when she went to visit Caitlyn and finally have a much-needed talk with the girl.
She breathlessly made her way into the west wing of the Kiramman manor, taking care in hiding her footsteps as Caitlyn’s bedroom came into eyesight, located many confusing hallways and corridors away from her and her husband's. Caitlyn seemed to prefer it that way. Cassandra lifted a careful hand—surprisingly bare of her usual ivory gloves—to the hardwood door in a knock, before a quick gasp of breath on the other side stalled her suddenly. She swallowed tensely, her lips forming a thin line as she leaned closer to the door, almost pressing her ear to it like a foolish child. Cassandra was unsure of what had possessed her to stay, to stay and listen to Caitlyn and her renowned girlfriend in the privacy of their own bedroom. But she kept put, her legs unwilling to move, her heart swaying in her chest as she listened to another deep groan fall from her daughter's mouth—she knew, of course, Caitlyn was the one making the noises; she was her mother, why wouldn’t she know? (Cassandra recalls eliciting those same sounds from her daughter, a long time ago, on days like these when the girl had tested her patience) Perhaps that was what made Cassandra stay, unmoving, letting heat drag over her as Caitlyn’s whines just grew louder through the thick door.
“Fuck—Vi,” Caitlyn whimpered—Cassandra could even picture the look on her face, the way her eyebrows would furrow and her bottom lip would worry between her teeth. How her wide, innocent eyes would roll back in pleasure, “I’m so close—mgh—Vi please, ”
“You take it so well,” Vi’s voice came out in a rasp, disturbing Cassandra’s blissful listening to Caitlyn, “Cait, gods, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this”
Cassandra found herself shuffling away, the noise of Violet’s murmurings almost knocking her out of her trance. The sound of skin on skin became more prominent, making Cassandra bite into her thumb softly as the pounding between her legs became more apparent with each whine and moan from her daughter’s mouth, each growl Vi would let out as she surely thrust with vigour.
“I’m gonna—” Caitlyn groaned, Cassandra could only imagine her; sweaty, hair fanned out as she arched her perfect back, pushing her head into the bed as her climax came over her, “I’m gonna come, Vi—”
“I got you,” Violet grunted, “I want you to come for me, baby, come on,” the Zaunite’s thrusts seemed to become more shallow as she whispered, “I love you,”
The words made Cassandra falter, stepping away before leaving swiftly; unwilling to hear anymore. (unwilling to let the heat between her thighs pulsate any further)
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It had snapped for Cassandra, one night in particular.
Cassandra had been hunched over in her office, dark shrouded over her as only the pale yellow glow of the lamp next to her provided any sort of light. Late-night council duties weren’t new, just more common than she had hoped for the past few weeks. She’d gotten up after a few hours, leaving the office hoping for a good night's sleep, only to be met with a very shocked Caitlyn as she stopped mid-walk, clad in nothing much besides a too-short, pleated skirt. It was the first thing she noticed about her daughter, of course, besides the skimpy shirt that barely covered her voluptuous breasts, threatening to spill over. Cassandra let her eyes run over the girl, getting caught on the pale expanse of her thighs, the curve of her hips, the way she could just about see her nipples pebbling in the cold hallway through the thin fabric that clung around her chest.
Caitlyn squirmed (much to Cassandra’s delight) and let out a few stuttered breaths before quickly speaking, “I’m going to this—this party, thing, with—um—with Vi,” She bit her lip, and Cassandra appreciated the way her teeth caught on the pink flesh, “you know—I’m 19 now, mother, I think I should be permitted to go to a party,”
Cassandra suddenly broke free of the hazy blur she was in, from the constant thoughts of short skirts and milky-white breasts, as she fully realised what she had caught Caitlyn in. The girl was going to a party, nevertheless with her girlfriend, in the middle of the night. That same girlfriend who had been nothing but a pain for Cassandra as she snatched her daughter away and took her for her own. Something rose in her guts, deep depths of contempt swirling around as she stared blankly at her daughter. She was already lost. Lost from Cassandra. Her daughter didn’t belong to the impossible standards of the Kirramman name anymore.
Her daughter didn’t belong to her anymore.
“You are going where ?” She almost snarled, hoping Caitlyn didn’t catch the crack in her voice.
“Mother—please,” Caitlyn sighed, dipping her head, “It’s just this once, I’ll be safe, Vi’s going to—”
“Not another word,” Cassandra snapped, breathing deeply through her nose as she folded her arms, the pounding of her chest echoing in her ears, “do you truly think I trust you enough to leave with that Zaunite?”
Caitlyn’s lip twitched, her eyebrows furrowing, “Mother—”
“No, Caitlyn, I’ve heard about enough,” She scolded, flicking a hand up, “I am not letting you go god knows-where to a party with Violet, you think I’d let my daughter try to kill herself getting into the undercity?”
Her words hung in the dead silence of the hallway before a small, meager noise weakly broke the quiet.
“Why do you hate her?” Caitlyn’s voice came out strangely cold, broken, almost in a discrete whisper as her eyes met with Cassandra’s.
The older woman faltered, “Caitlyn…”
“I’ve seen how you look at her,” Caitlyn’s back hit the wall, as she leaned against it her eyes ran over the walls, almost drinking in the grand wallpaper and family heirlooms on pristine display, “like just being around her makes you… sick, or something,”
“I…” Cassandra’s heart leapt, seeing the pure emotion tolling out of her daughter. Something in her almost felt guilty about what she had done, before she quickly thought of an unoffensive answer to retort back with, “I just want you to be safe,”
“What’s unsafe about her?” Caitlyn shot back, “We’ve been dating for months now, and she’s never done anything towards me, you know this.” Her throat bobbled as she continued to speak, her voice thickening, “Is it because she’s from the undercity?”
Cassandra opened her mouth to speak, but Caitlyn continued, quickly interjecting, “No, It’s not that, is it, mother?” Her voice was barely audible for Cassandra now, falling deeply into a breathy murmur, “It’s something else entirely,”
Cassandra swallowed. “You… go,” she said simply, turning away. “Have fun with her. She’ll protect you, keep you safe, correct?”
Caitlyn nodded, her wide blue eyes making Cassandra feel dizzy.
“Then I’m not concerned,” Cassandra walked away, not letting Caitlyn see the way her jaw wobbled as she clenched it shut, “just know… I still don’t accept it, I’ll make sure we speak of this later,” she let the sounds of her shoes tapping against the wooden floor drown out the haphazard beating of her heart.
Vi could have Caitlyn for now—Cassandra had just allowed her to. But Cassandra knew how to reel her back in. She always had.
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“I warned you, did I not?” Cassandra tutted, fixing her gloves on her hands.
Caitlyn whined, the sound of metal cracking against metal echoing across the room as she squirmed in place. Cassandra looked down at her daughter, smiling subconsciously as she let a gloved hand run over the small of her back. She was bent over Cassandra’s work desk, clad in only her panties and sleek, silver handcuffs that kept her hands locked behind her. It was a sight saved only for her, and she took immense pride in the matter. That no one had her daughter like this but her. It wasn’t simply for her own pleasure, no, it was to teach a lesson. Multiple lessons. Caitlyn had not only gone against her family name, but against Cassandra herself. Cassandra supposed Caitlyn had expected it, the punishment that was to come. The way she acted so shy about Violet, yet would defend her at any point. The way she had been avoiding Cassandra, keeping her distance and never looking her in the eye for more than a few seconds.
But she knew her daughter better than anymore. And with that knowledge came the power of knowing how to break her down, and fix her back up again as she pleased; the girl was simply putty in Cassandra’s nimble, gloved hands.
“Mother—” Caitlyn groaned again as Cassandra ran clothed fingers along the wetness of her panties.
“Hush, no speaking,” Cassandra’s eyes never left her fingers, how they moved up and down Caitlyn’s clothed pussy, “wet, darling?”
Caitlyn grumbled, shuffling her head so she could stare with wide, wet eyes; begging at her mother.
Cassandra hummed, reaching across the desk to pick up the wand she had placed there beforehand in preparation, “You’re this soaked for your mother?” She shook her head softly, ghosting her fingers over the buttons of the vibrator, “How dreadful, I thought I taught you better,”
She was delighted at the small whine Caitlyn let out as she turned the wand on, even more so at how she struggled in place, pulling against the cuffs as her hands balled into fists. Cassandra pushed her drenched panties to the side, letting her fingers run through her wet folds as the girl writhed and groaned, unable to do anything but let her mother's hands do as they pleased. Cassandra pushed in further, lightly tracing Caitlyn’s entrance as she felt her lips quirk into a satisfied grin. It had been too long since she had her daughter like this, beneath her, all pretty and primed to be toyed with.
“I do wish you’d stop with the struggling,” She pulled her fingers out, frowning at the wet stain on her gloves, “You’re being so dramatic,”
“This is—” Caitlyn yelped as a hand came to push her face against the desk, fingers digging into her hair roughly as her cheek pressed against the cold wood.
“Need I repeat myself?” Cassandra tilted her head slightly, pursing her lips before clicking her tongue and switching the wand to a higher setting, “I don’t want another sound out of that mouth—well, besides those pathetic whines, they can stay,”
She chuckled at her own words, unabashedly dragging the vibrating wand up Caitlyn’s thigh, drinking in the way Caitlyn trembled beneath her. It was always a sight to see, her daughter, quivering–almost in fear of what Cassandra was going to do to her next. They had played this game for years now, since Caitlyn had only just entered her teens. It had, peculiarly, become a staple of their relationship. Though Caitlyn always avoided her the following weeks after Cassandra had put her in her place. She trailed the vibrator higher, hovering it just above her slick folds before dragging it down to press against the nub of her clit, the strangled sound Caitlyn let out was more than enough to kindle the fire licking up Cassandra’s stomach. She pushed the wand down harder as Caitlyn’s wrists flayed against the cuffs, her nails pressing crescent moons into her palms as another deep groan ripped from her throat.
“This wouldn’t have to happen if you simply behaved, Caitlyn,” Cassandra scolded, moving a nimble finger to higher the vibrator. She gleamed as her daughter’s legs began to shake, any words from her mouth drowning to incoherent babbles, “Is this what you let Violet do to you, hm? You let her fuck you like some slut?”
Caitlyn groaned at that, “No—oh—no, no—I don’t—fuck"
“Language, dear,” Cassandra brought a free hand to grasp Caitlyn’s hair, dragging her head back and forcing her to look forward. She continued her pressure on Caitlyn’s swollen clit, slowly turning the setting up as Caitlyn twitched in her arms. “Do you give your body away like this to anyone? Or is that Zaunite the only one I must worry about violating my daughter?”
“No!” Caitlyn whined, her throat bobbing as Cassandra pulled at her hair, “I won’t—ah—I’d never…. I’d never do that,”
Cassandra squinted her eyes, grabbing ahold of Caitlyn’s chin as she faced her towards the conveniently placed mirror in the corner of her study. Caitlyn’s eyes widened as she was forced to stare at herself, the vibrator between her legs unrelenting as Cassandra began to drag it through her wet folds and press it against her entrance.
“I’m not sure I can trust you,” Cassandra murmured, “I need you to promise me. Promise you will end this ridiculous affair with Violet”
Cassandra jutted Caitlyn’s head back up again, looking into the mirror as Caitlyn’s face scrunched up in pleasure, her eyebrows furrowing as she let out another pornographic wail at her mother’s relentless touch. The hand she had on the girl’s chin began to trail down, falling to Caitlyn’s chest as she carefully tweaked an erect nipple between her fingertips, the fabric of her gloves rough against Caitlyn’s supple skin. Caitlyn whined again, her mouth falling open in a breathless moan.
“What did I just say?” Cassandra pulled carefully at a nipple causing Caitlyn to yelp as she did so, “Tell me, Caitlyn,”
Caitlyn groaned, biting her lips as her eyes fluttered open, “no, no, mother, I can’t—” she rambled, her words getting stuck in her throat as more breathy moans fell out.
“Ah, wrong answer,” Cassandra chuckled, manoeuvring the vibrator back to Caitlyn’s clit as her other hand made its way back to Caitlyn’s jaw, holding it tightly, “If you don’t tell me, I’ll just have to inform Violet myself. I’m sure she’d be inclined to know what you do with your mother when she isn’t around.”
Caitlyn gasped, shaking her head pathetically as her eyes grew wetter—her face shining with past tear streaks. It was a sight to behold, Caitlyn convulsing in her arms, her sad eyes staring back at her through the mirror as Cassandra forced her head up, the way her pussy fluttered at her touch and her perfect voice dissolved into nothing but high-pitched whines. Cassandra could stare at her daughter forever, revelling in her complete submission and how she simply allowed Cassandra to treat her like this. How Caitlyn was broken forever, just for Cassandra.
“You—” Caitlyn bit her tongue, swallowing tightly as her body began to quiver with her obvious oncoming orgasm, “I—mgh—I promise,”
“That’s my daughter,” Cassandra kissed her shoulder lightly, her lips twitching into a winning smile.
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Violet didn’t appear after that. She had left the Kiramman manor as she had entered it, scowling—almost—hands deep in her pockets as the grand doors closed behind her, Cassandra watching carefully to ensure she walked completely off the premises. Satisfaction welled in her gut as the pink-haired woman left her line of sight. It was a victory for no one but herself.
It was a pleasing sight to see Caitlyn moping about, blushing fiercely at family dinners whenever Cassandra would drop her voice to ask her to pass the salt—completely and utterly wrecked for Cassandra. She assumed it was simply seeing the girl at her lowest again, weak and primed and ready for Cassandra to sink her claws into whenever.
Cassandra simply considered it a mother's duty.