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Caitlyn leaned back in her chair, the cold metal scratching lightly against the linoleum. A soft buzz of fluorescent light echoed above her head as she chewed on the end of a ballpoint pen. Twelve minutes. Just twelve minutes and she would be back in the arms of her lover. The day had been painstakingly slow, a stack of unfinished paperwork sprawled across her desk. Tomorrow, she insisted. Today, all she could think about was downing an entire bottle of wine on the couch and taking her clothes off.
“Caitlyn?” A knock thudded on her office door.
She squinted her eyes together furrowing her brow in irritation. “Yes?”
A five-foot-something lilac haired girl stumbled clumsily through the door, a faded manila folder held tightly against her chest.
“It’s five o’clock.” The girl stuttered.
“Nearly, what do you need?”
“A file just came in, I was told to rush it.”
Caitlyn sighed, failing to hide her exhaustion. “I’ll take care of it, thank you.” The folder hit her desk with a thud, as she reached for her phone. Today it is, I guess.
Hey baby. Gonna be a late night. I’m sorry. Not sure when I’ll be home. Eat something for me.
She clicked her phone off, the glow of Vi’s smiling face dimming out of her view. Sighing, she pulled the file and began flipping through the pages, the point of her shimmery midnight blue nails assisting her. Absolute rubbish. She thought, her eyes skimming over the jumble of words in front of her. Does anyone do anything for themselves around here?
Caitlyn had always taken care of everyone else. She enjoyed being important, being the person everyone in the room looked to for answers. But she had grown tired. Weary. She’d longed and yearned for release… for submission.
Her phone buzzed, a glow of red emitting from the lock screen, Violet’s hair brightening her otherwise colorless office.
Any way I can change your mind, cupcake?
She smirked, typing and deleting obscenities that only Violet would find amusing.
Try me. She settled on, groaning in the direction of clutter covering her desk. There actually wasn’t much that wouldn’t convince her to leave her stuffy office behind in exchange for the warmth of her lovers body. But as always, she complied.
A few minutes passed, and her phone buzzed again. Attachment: 1 image.
Hesitating, she clicked. Her breath hitched immediately, a single photo of Vi lit only by the single light hanging over the glow of their bathroom tile. Wet. She was wet, her body angled under the flow of the shower head. Soap had collected below her breasts, exposing her nipples, hard and flushed a deep pink. A mixture of bubbles and water droplets shone over her toned stomach, a scattered trail of magenta leading right down to — the photo cut off. Vi’s hand partially out of view, but Caitlyn knew. Even in the bathroom light her lover looked completely edible. She was certain no one in history had ever looked as incredible as Violet did in this moment. Maybe only in the times she was between her legs, thighs spread apart, mouth agape and-
Caitlyn pressed her legs together, looking around the empty office. The light that once came through the glass of the room was now gone, a darkness lingering outside her door. She looked up at the clock, five twenty seven. Her nails tapped on the desk in front of her, her mind racing over the decision.
Bzzzt.
Caitlyn sat up straight adjusting her tight skirt. She peered down.
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This time, she had managed an irresistible angle Caitlyn could never in a million years say no to. Her back was turned, the deep ink of her tattoo contrasting against her pale skin. Her hair trailed down just a few inches over her shoulders, while one hand gripped her waist enough to leave a mark.
Home soon? The text read.
Caitlyn nearly jumped to her feet, gathering the papers in front of her before messily jamming them back into the folder. Fuck this. Tomorrow. Anytime but right now.
Her body was engulfed with a lust that was enough to burn the entire office to the ground, and Caitlyn probably wouldn’t mind if it had anyways. She grabbed her purse swiftly and paced towards the door, slamming it behind her.
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The train halted, and Caitlyn nearly tripped out of the sliding doors, racing towards the stairwell. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she treaded towards the brick of the home they shared. Luckily they only lived a few steps from the train station. Something she hadn’t fully appreciated until this moment. Fumbling with her keys, she gave up shortly after realizing the door was propped just slightly open. She pressed her fingertips against the wood, slowly opening.
Her purse dropped immediately at the sight in front of her. Vi was sitting in their living room, looking like absolute sin personified. Caitlyn nearly foamed at the mouth as she paced a few steps ahead.
“My good girl, I knew I’d get you home.”
That was all Caitlyn needed to hear before her breath got heavy.
“V-V.. Violet-“ Was all she could muster.
She was wearing a gray t-shirt, just light enough to be see through. As Caitlyn’s eyes peered down, she realized Vi was pants-less, unless of course you count the harness pulled tightly around her waist, hovering over the parts she had been aching for all day. It was black and slick, silver metal looping the pieces together. Below this, a pair of heavy platform boots. That’s new.
She was leaning back in a dark brown leather armchair, her legs spread just enough apart for Caitlyn’s mouth to water. Her feet were planted firmly on the ground, a set of knee high boots laced all the way to the top, further tightened by the straps that wrapped around them.
Caitlyn’s mouth had been agape since she laid eyes on her lover. In every other aspect of her life, Caitlyn was in charge. She liked it that way, anyways. But today her body burned with an ache for submission. Her Violet always knew what she needed. When she was in control, and when she needed to take control. They were perfect in that way, and today was no exception.
“On your knees.” Vi’s voice echoed from across the room. Caitlyn’s body vibrated with need, nodding swiftly and sinking to the floor. “Crawl.” She demanded further, and Caitlyn’s body shook from the rumble of her voice. In a hazy mix of confusion and hunger, she obliged, placing her shaky palms to the wood flooring beneath her. She slowly palmed forward, the taut edge of her skirt sliding higher up her leg with every movement. Her wetness was exposed, causing a chill to form under her skirt. The coolness of the fabric against her aching body only made her greedier.
“Good girl, come to me.” Vi continued, reaching out to grab a fistful of Caitlyn’s dark blue hair. Caitlyn kept it straight, and somewhat unkempt. A sort of sexy, effortless bed head. She knew it turned Vi on and unbeknownst to her, she did it at least half on purpose.
Strands of hair wisped over her eyes, and a gasp fell from her throat at the force. “Violet.” She somehow managed to choke out her lovers name.
Vi clicked her tongue, pulling Caitlyn’s head back using the fist of hair she’d gathered. Their sharp blue eyes locked as a tear crept out the corner of Caitlyn’s widened eyes.
“What do you want, baby?” Vi asked, her voice deep and hungry.
“Use me.” Caitlyn nearly choked on the words in her state of desperation.
“You want me to use you?” She swore Vi’s pupils darkened with lust. Caitlyn nodded, but Vi pressed further. “Use your words.”
“I need you to use me. Please.” She begged, aching for release.
Vi smirked, letting go of the handful of blue hair. She leaned forward, unbuttoning Caitlyn’s blouse and letting it slip off her shoulders. To her surprise, her chest was bare - other than the flush of red and her nipples hard from the chill.
The fabric fell to the floor, and Caitlyn thumped back, her eyes darting to the woman above her. Wearing only a thin pair of silk underwear and a pencil skirt that had now risen above her hips, the fabric scrunched and gathered to reveal just how wet she was. Exposed, she sat patient, as Vi spit into her own hand. Caitlyn wished it was her mouth.
Vi reached down, motioning for Caitlyn to split her legs. Her fingers slipped between her folds, just gently enough to make Caitlyn shudder. She rubs back and forth before sliding a digit inside. Caitlyn gasps, the pressure overwhelming her.
“So wet for me, baby huh?” Violet smirks at her lover coming undone so quickly. She begins to push in and out, slowly, watching as Caitlyn grinds her hips forward for more. So greedy, she could get. Violet loved it.
She added a third, feeling Caitlyn stretch around her. The feeling was intoxicating, and she found herself wishing it was her cock wrecking her instead, feeling every inch, the wetness enveloping her… She settled for Caitlyn’s sinful gasping unfolding beneath her and she pushed further, rubbing the soft spot that always made Caitlyn squirm. Suddenly Vi knew exactly what she wanted.
Vi pulled her fingers out, Caitlyn groaning in protest. “Violet, no… no, please!” Too late.
“Remember who is in charge here, cupcake.” She spits into her hands before wrapping her hands around the soft blue glow of her strap-on. Close enough, she thought. A moan slipped from Vi’s throat as she began stroking, forcing the leather of the harness to rub against her clit. Caitlyn grew hungry to taste the wetness building up between her legs, but she knew she had to do what she was told and only what she was told. Behave.
Vi reached her free hand behind Caitlyn’s neck, pulling her face into her lap. “Open.” Caitlyn’s mouth dropped, her tongue grazing the tip just enough to make Violet shake with anticipation. The heat between her legs was becoming unbearable, as she pulled her body closer to Vi’s, her knees positioned tight on the floor between the heavy platform boots.
With a reassuring nod, Caitlyn took more of Vi in her mouth, her head lowering to take in as much as she could. “Fuck, Cait. You feel so good. Such a good girl.” She took it as her cue to try even harder, to make her lover feel every movement. Her body sunk down, exposing her clit to the rough leather of Vi’s boot. She winced in pain and pleasure, as the contact freed her of some of the throbbing.
Caitlyn couldn’t help but rub her body against the scuffed edges of Violet’s work boots, surely dripping allover them. She didn’t care. She knew Vi wouldn’t either. The feeling of fullness, taking Vi in her mouth, both of them feeling pleasure at once.
Vi forced her eyes open for a moment, glancing down at her lovers hands gripping her thighs as she moaned, sliding her body up and down her laced boots. It was slow and hot the way Caitlyn moved. It was a new feeling, her thoughts were overtaken with lust and need that she couldn’t for a moment even realize what she was doing. The humiliation alone would be exactly what she needed.
Vi watched as Caitlyn’s head bobbed up and down, sliding her mouth over her cock. She could feel her throat, and Caitlyn’s small gags and moans vibrating against her. She watched as Caitlyn grinded against her legs, ever so slightly lifting her hips to fuck her face. Fuck. Vi was shaking and Caitlyn was dripping, her wetness glistening over the leather.
“Does that feel good baby?” Vi asked, tilting her head to inspect the body below her, continuing to raise her hips to Caitlyn’s mouth. She gasped, pulling away. A trail of spit connecting their bodies. “Mmm… y-yes”, her eyes half closed and her makeup smeared around her eyelids. Even begging, needy and wrecked Caitlyn was the most beautiful thing Vi had ever laid eyes on. It felt like worship, Caitlyn at her knees. But to Violet, her lover was god. A god at her own two feet, being used for her pleasure. A perfect image of lust beneath her.
“Look at you, baby. Such a slut using my boots to come. Who do you belong to?”
Vi raises her foot slightly, halting Caitlyn as she hisses in pain. She straightens her brow, pressing further. Vi is strong enough to nearly lift Caitlyn off the ground, and she winces. “You… I belong to you.”
“Good. So only I can tell you when to come, right?” Caitlyn nods quickly, Vi lowering her grip as Caitlyn lets out a groan. She watches as Caitlyn rides out her high against the rough of her boots, her nails digging into the sides of Vi’s thighs, evidence of her crimes. The rough leather scrapes against her shins, but she doesn’t care. The pain only increases the throbbing, wet mess she was making at the feet of her lover.
“Please, please. Violet please. I need… I need to come. Let me come.” Caitlyn begs, slowing her pace in agony. She was visibly weak, falling apart at her lovers feet.
”It’s cute that you think you’re in control, cupcake.” Caitlyn winced. Deciding to shut her up, Vi reached out her hand, grasping Caitlyn’s jaw gently before shoving her index finger in her mouth. She swirls it inside for a moment before Vi inserts another. Caitlyn moans, squirming. Her face remains wet with spit and tears, the same as her body.
“Come for me. I want to watch you.” Vi’s words sent a shrill down Caitlyn’s spine, but it was enough to ignite her. Her pace quickened as she rutted her now swollen clit against her lovers body. Up and down the leather of the boots, the laces and straps only adding to the overstimulation Caitlyn was dripping in.
Vi pushed her fingers in and out of Caitlyn’s mouth, watching her fuck herself out of breath. “V-mmnm…” Vi pulled her fingers from Caitlyn’s mouth, desperate to hear her moans. Now free to be as loud as she wanted, Caitlyn slid her body one final time, heavy against the slickness of the boots before coming undone completely. She nearly screamed, collapsing to the floor in a fit of moans. Her heart rate slowed, the thumping nearly beating out of her chest. Vi watched as she came down from her climax, the image only enticing her more.
Violet was the kind of person who got off on her partner’s pleasure alone. But she just couldn’t get the fucked-out image of Caitlyn out of her mind. The feeling of her throat filled with her, spit dripping down her chin and over her breasts. Caitlyn perched herself up onto her knees, resting her face on Vi’s thighs. It was exactly what she needed. Release, escape, submission.
But was it ever enough? She needed to taste the fruits of her labor. Vi rose to her feet, slowly, unclicking her harness before letting it fall to the floor. Caitlyn nearly bowed at her feet, her cheek resting on Vi’s boot. “Color?” Vi asked sincerely. Caitlyn could barely speak from exhaustion. “Green. Heart racing green.” She huffed out, Vi chuckling above her. She planted a kiss on one of Vi’s boots, and then another, working her way up her lover’s toned legs. She was strong, her muscles seemingly carved into her pale skin. The feeling only turned Caitlyn on even more. Only a light wash of her lipstick remained, staining Vi’s legs with evidence she was there.
Between her thighs, she bit gently, grabbing at the skin as she came close to what she craved. She hummed against her, tasting the wetness that had found its way onto her thighs. Vi’s breath hitched, as Caitlyn’s tongue lapped at her cunt. The taste was so familiar, a taste she would take as her last meal on Earth if she could. She swirled around her clit, in the pattern she knew best. Smirking as Vi’s hands fumbled with her hair, pressing her face closer into her.
“Cait…fuck.” All that Vi could muster. Her pace quickened as she felt Vi’s legs shake around her. Vi pushed her head so deep into her, Caitlyn could hardly breathe. But she would hold her breath forever, bruise her knees and fucking beg if it meant her lover could at all feel any semblance of the pleasure Vi always made her feel. Lost in the sweetness, she nearly missed the sound of a soft, high pitched moan escaping from Vi’s lips. Her breath became quick and heavy.
Caitlyn gripped her legs as they shook, come spilling onto her tongue. A sweetness, a gift. She smiled into it, overcome with pleasure as Vi sunk into the high of her orgasm.
“Cait…” Vi nearly fell back into her chair, Caitlyn looking up at her, doe eyed and innocent. She couldn’t help but smirk with accomplishment.
Vi planted a kiss on Caitlyn’s forehead, her pupils dilated. She could get lost in those blue eyes. “You’re so good for me baby.” She nearly sung, visibly still on a high.
Caitlyn blushed, with only the strength to pull together 3 words in response, and nothing more. “I love you.”
Violet rose to her feet, bending down to pick up her lover’s frail body, carrying her slowly to their unmade bed. “I love you, cupcake.”