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Caitlyn’s wearing a maid outfit: black dress, white apron, short enough to show her butt cheeks.
Vi turns around in her chair. “Miss Kiramman. Come here, I think you missed a spot.”
“Miss, I assure you I’ve cleaned every inch of this pla—”
“Are you trying to disobey me?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Then get here and kneel.”
Caitlyn ducks her head and obeys. She gets on her hands and knees, making herself as small as possible to fit beneath the desk, crawling under it until she’s sitting on the floor.
Vi slides the lube around the tip of her strap, guiding Caitlyn’s head with her other hand. “Right… there.”
She grips tightly at the hairs at the base of her neck, then pulls until Caitlyn hisses. Her blood red mouth is right an inch away from Vi’s strap.
“Ma’am, this is inappropriate.”
“Really? I think what’s inappropriate is your behavior. Wearing that skimpy dress around and fake cleaning, you think I wouldn’t notice? You think I wouldn’t look at you?”
“I… I was just trying to do my job, ma’am. I apologize.”
“Mhm, well. Apologize and suck me off.”
“Yes, ma’am. Fuck,” Caitlyn says suddenly when her hands wrap around the length, and she looks up at Vi with those doe eyes that Vi both hates and adores. “I think it’s too big. Do you think it’s gonna fit?”
Vi stammers a little, searches for any sign of doubt in Caitlyn’s features—can only find feigned innocence and plump lips ready for her. Caitlyn winks and ducks her head to lick the length of the shaft, tonguing at the tip and then releasing it with a pop. Her hand at the base presses down until it becomes insufferable. Caitlyn takes the strap halfway into her mouth, one hand reaching up to scratch at Vi’s abs.
“All the way,” Vi pants, thrusting up. “Take all of it.”
Caitlyn hesitates. Vi knows her enough to know she only needs a little push. She’s taken this strap many times before. She just likes to play, and playing makes both of them grow wetter. And then Caitlyn’s wonderful mouth takes it in, her lips red and wet and sinful, until it touches the back of her throat. Vi resists the urge to bring her hips forward—she doesn’t mean to hurt her, but she wants to grab her hair and press her down. Caitlyn lets the strap out of her mouth, panting. She drops a generous amount of lube into her hand, pumps the strap a couple times, swirling her thumb over the tip to make sure all of it is coated. The sound of her wet hand going up and down is the only thing filling Vi’s senses. She loves when Caitlyn makes it feel so real. Vi pushes Caitlyn’s head as safe as it is, feeling when the length hits the back of her throat. Still, wide eyed and pretty, Caitlyn doesn’t seem to complain.
“I know you like this.”
Caitlyn makes a sound against the strap, bouncing her head back and then further down the strap.
“Fuck,” Vi moans. “Do it again.”
Caitlyn closes her eyes and starts taking the strap into her mouth, smearing her lipstick around it, hollowing her cheeks. The view of the strap going in and out of Caitlyn’s mouth is delicious—her cheeks hollowing every now and then, the sound of her breath halting and then her throat accommodating, taking it even further than Vi could imagine. God, she’s gonna come in her underwear so soon.
“Oh, yes,” Vi groans. “Yes, baby, take all of it. Ahh, fuck, good girl.”
Caitlyn seems to be flustered at the praise. “Don’t you fucking dare come before me,” Vi reminds her. If this is a game, they both have to play. This is just warm up.
Caitlyn fusses, her grip sliding down the length, wet with lube and spit. Her spit. Caitlyn slides it all the way out, taking a moment to catch her breath.
“Fuck, you’re being amazing.”
“How long until…” Caitlyn lets the words hang between them. Her eyes are begging.
“Alright. You’re gonna take me as long as you can, as hard as I want, and them I’m gonna help you get up and I’m gonna fuck you on this desk. I’m gonna come inside you and you’re gonna come around me, okay?”
Caitlyn nods obediently. “Mhm. Whatever you want, boss.”
She gets back on her hands and knees, diligently sucking, enhancing the movement with sexy little sounds, her hands traveling up and down the length and then to Vi’s abdomen, to open two buttons of her shirt. Vi’s muscles tense up, her nipples hard and straining against the fabric. Not too far gone to remember the importance of checking in, Vi pulls back and gives her a chance to recover. She moans like the loss of contact was real. Vi catches Caitlyn’s lube-slicked chin in her firm grip to stare into her eyes.
“Should we keep going?”
In an award-worthy performance, Caitlyn nods submissively, whispering, “Please, ma’am. Let me finish the job.”
Thrilled by the display of vulnerability, fake or not, Vi smiles. “Only if you let me fuck you after. Any way I want.”
Caitlyn goes at it for minutes, scrapes her teeth along the tip, then gives the strap a kiss and a good, hard lick. And even though Vi can’t physically feel it, the ache of her teeth and the warmth of her lips, it’s what almost gets her off. God, how she wishes she could feel it. Vi has to use so much restraint to keep herself from coming, from just grabbing Caitlyn’s head and slamming it against her strap until she’s choking on it. She can’t do that.
But she can help Caitlyn up—in fact, she grabs her by the forearm and orders, “Get up right now.”
Caitlyn stumbles on her heels at first, a little disoriented and open mouthed still, her knees all red. Her mouth will take a break. Vi drops her onto the wooden desk with a little too much force. She’d love to take her from behind—hell, even try other wild positions with her. But she wants to see her face while she comes. Needs to see her face.
“Look at you, you’re dripping on the desk.” White pale juices drip from Caitlyn’s cunt down her ass. It’s the prettiest thing Vi has ever seen. She’ll never get tired of Caitlyn’s body. Vi grips Caitlyn’s legs tighter, opening her up and bringing her legs further apart.
“Lovely.”
Caitlyn’s clutching at her apron to free her breasts, big and swollen because her period is due any day now. Vi pushes her hands aside and bends over, kissing her skin, pulling the silky fabric of her bra aside bit by bit to reveal a soft pink nipple. Vi places a kiss on it, then wraps her lips around it and sucks on it, gently, which makes Caitlyn moan. Vi smiles against her skin and licks her breast, then sucks on the hardened nipple again. She pulls back to stare at it, her spit coating it. It looks like a piece of art. Caitlyn is a piece of art, like this—disheveled hair, one perfect round tit out, head thrown back in pleasure and her skirt hiked up.
“Fuck, your tits are glorious,” Vi whispers, and Caitlyn lets out a soft groan.
Vi briefly thinks that she could pleasure her just like this, just with her mouth on her tits and some nice words. She goes back to kissing her breast, scraping her teeth along the outside of it, then back to taking all of it into her mouth. She gropes it with one hand and keeps tasting the soft skin as if she hadn’t eaten for days. She lightly bites above it, planning to leave a mark there because who would see it anyway? When Vi’s teeth touch her nipple, Caitlyn whines, and it sounds more like distress than pleasure.
Vi’s eyes go up, mouth open and still brushing against her skin. “What is it?”
“Mh. Sensitive.”
“Oh, you have sensitive tits?”
Caitlyn bites her lip. “Yeah, I’m really sensitive there.”
Caitlyn sneaks a hand up to Vi’s hair, grasping it, and Vi gets more confident. She slips one finger into the other cup of her bra and pushes it aside, revealing more sensitive skin, the other breast popping out and this one is perfect too: round and perky and covered in stretch marks. There’s a mole on the side of it that Vi is absolutely dying to taste. So she dips her head and nips on the heated skin, licking her nipple. The tip of her tongue touches the mole, then she surrounds the areola with her lips and sucks. Both breasts are now coated in her saliva, and she wonders what they would look like coated in her —if she just dipped her hand down Caitlyn’s panties and then spread the wetness on her breasts and sucked them off. Vi’s own underwear is long ruined anyway. Vi takes both boobs in her hands and buries her face between them, kissing every piece of skin she can find, tasting salty sweat and something undeniably Caitlyn. The blue haired woman—her maid—pushes her chest up, up against Vi’s lips, chasing her mouth. Vi’s knee is putting pressure between her legs, giving her the friction that she so desperately needs. Vi is now kneading her breasts between her palms, pressing into the soft skin, rolling her nipples—her hands are rough, her touch is rough, and Vi wonders if Caitlyn could come just like this. Each of Vi’s senses is enhanced, and even if Caitlyn is focusing on being really quiet, Vi can hear the sounds that she’s making while sucking on her breasts, which threatens to send her over the edge. Vi releases one nipple with a pop, pulling back so she can look at what she’s done. She looks at Caitlyn’s flushed chest, glistening, going up and down. It’s become more red in some parts, her skin is now covered in goosebumps, and Caitlyn really wasn’t joking when she said she was sensitive. Vi also finds out that she bruises easily, and it makes her feel filthy how much she’s enjoying this.
“Oh my God…” Caitlyn barely makes out, her head hitting the desk and her hips canting against the pressure of Vi’s knee on her sex.
Caitlyn moans softly as she plays with her own breasts, a vision for Vi to see. But the ache in her abdomen soon becomes her only thought. She has to release it. She has to release herself while fucking Caitlyn into oblivion, while she looks so pretty underneath her. So Vi strokes her favorite strap: midnight blue, long enough to reach deep inside her, big enough to stretch her nicely. She rubs the tip against the soaked labia to warm Caitlyn up. Caitlyn gasps when the strap enters her and then relaxes, her wetness helping Vi slide inside so nicely. One inside, Vi starts thrusting at a slow pace, going deeper with every stroke, while Caitlyn’s mouth drops open. She’s halfway through when Vi drapes herself over Caitlyn, looking into her eyes: pupils blown and rolling in the back of her head.
“Spit in my mouth,” Caitlyn begs, and how could Vi deny her when she’s asking so nicely, pouting so prettily?
Vi watches a trail of her spit hit Caitlyn’s tongue and go down her throat. Caitlyn smiles, rubbing her lips together, relishing at the taste. Fuck, she’s going to drive Vi mad. So Vi picks up her pace and starts grinding down.
“Oh yes yes, yes! Yes—rub my pussy, rub my clit just like that… ohhh… ”
Vi’s hand brushes Caitlyn’s hair while the other makes its descent to her clit. Her pussy’s warm and throbbing, clenching around the strap so hard. Her clit is swollen and wet, Vi finds it with one hand and starts rubbing at it while Caitlyn wails. Her mouth’s open and wet, too. God, she’s gorgeous. She needs to taste her, but first she needs to make her come. So Vi braces herself against the desk and starts going harder, faster. Her strap slides in and out of Caitlyn with ease, and Vi makes a rolling motion with her hips so she can press on her clit harder too. Caitlyn’s dripping, thrashing her head into the wooden surface, breasts bouncing at every movement. Her mouth is cherry red, her lashes dark and framing her hooded eyes. Half-lidded and gorgeous, Caitlyn bares her neck for Vi to see. This is what a vampire must feel when they see their prey.
“I need—”
“What do you need?”
Caitlyn’s hand goes up to her forehead as she groans, pushing her hips up. She throws her head to the side, moaning. Her eyelids flutter and her spasms intensify underneath Vi, and suddenly she’s everywhere, all over. When she rides down from her high, Vi is still staring at her, mouth agape. Caitlyn simply leans back, one arm going up to her hair, making her breasts bounce. They’re still on display and it’s a show Vi means to enjoy fully; her hands go to her waist, because she loves holding it.
“Fuck, you look pretty like this. Naked for me.”
“Mh, yeah?”
Vi plays with her breasts, bouncing them between her hands, rubbing at her nipples to give her the best stimulation without hurting her.
“Lick me…” she hears Caitlyn begging faintly, while holding herself up on her forearms.
“Lick you, what, Miss Kiramman?”
“Please, boss, please lick my pussy. Stick your tongue inside my cunt and eat me out. Fuck me like you mean it.”
“Good girl,” Vi says, proud, leaving a generous caress on her ass and gripping the side of her panties. “I love when you beg.”
Vi slips Caitlyn’s panties the rest of the way off. And then she licks her. Caitlyn curses at the exploratory slide of Vi’s tongue along her warm, exposed labia. Vi surges into her ardently, starting to eat her with gusto and a worshipping touch. The taste is electrifying. Vi’s tongue feasts on her, slips inside her, drinking her in. She sucks her clit into her mouth, then runs her tongue along the length of her sex. Reaching out, Caitlyn grabs hold of Vi’s hair and yanks her closer, trapping her between her legs until she can’t breathe anymore.
Vi pulls herself back. “Miss Kiramman. I’m the one who’s in charge here. Don’t forget that. I can give you pleasure and I can take it away. And that was not a smart thing to do. Get up.”
Caitlyn obeys, a blush of shame spreading on her face.
“You’ve been a very bad girl,” Vi says, low, and from that moment she regains all control. She squeezes Caitlyn’s waist, her hips. “You know what that means?”
Caitlyn’s mouth drops open. She knows what comes next. Vi can see the realization, the spark of submission settling in her blue eyes. God, how she loves them. Vi sighs and relaxes into the chair, spreading her legs.
“Get on your knees.”
“Again?”
“Do not fucking make me repeat myself. On all fours. Now.”
Caitlyn picks up a couch pillow to set it on the floor but Vi nudges it away with her foot before Caitlyn can lower herself on it. Caitlyn kneels on the hardwood floor without another word. She eyes the strap like she still wants it.
So Vi sneaks one hand into blue hair and orders, “Open.”
Caitlyn obliges, but Vi tugs her head back. There’s barely an inch between her mouth and the tip.
“Keep your mouth open. Like that. Don’t close it. Hands to yourself, Miss Kiramman. God, I wanna come all over your face.”
Vi’s other hand guides the shaft to her chin, smearing it in circles around her parted lips. “There, taste yourself on my strap.”
The lube and Caitlyn’s wetness drip on her lips, her chin, on her chest.
“Who do you belong to?”
“To you,” Caitlyn says around a moan, her lips trembling and still open.
“Whose are you?” Vi asks, harsher this time, tugging at her hair again.
“Yours. I’m yours.”
“Attagirl.” She pats her head now. “You’re mine. Only mine. Don’t behave badly or I’m gonna have to punish you. But you would like that, wouldn’t you?” She yanks her head back. “Take it off.” Caitlyn removes the dildo from the harness. “Make me come.”
Caitlyn’s head gets pushed between Vi’s legs one more time, stifling her moans. Vi has been pulsing and swollen for too long. Caitlyn’s tongue touches her clit and Vi knows she doesn’t have much space to work, so she closes her thighs around her head, a bit forcefully, and begins rubbing herself on her mouth. Like Caitlyn did before, breaking the rules. Caitlyn can hold her breath for a few seconds while Vi comes all over her chin. Vi releases her then, watching her breathing intensely. The harness has left angry red marks on her skin.
Vi nudges her chin up. “Was I too harsh?” She searches for an answer in Caitlyn’s eyes, afraid she might have pushed too far, only to find complete abandonment. “Get up. Your knees must be hurting.”
Caitlyn stands on shaky legs, her cunt dripping, and Vi tilts her head to the side. When Caitlyn stays still, she repeats the movement, more eager this time. This is not over.
“Bend over.”
Caitlyn’s breathing picks up. She’s so fucking hot. But this is her punishment for being bad. Vi takes her hand, kissing it, then helps her bend over until her belly is on Vi’s legs. Her breasts press against Vi’s thigh, her hands and heels touch the floor. Vi almost feels pity—it must be so uncomfortable to be stretched like this, her sex brushing against Vi, but it wouldn’t be a punishment if she cared about her comfort right now.
“Don’t you dare come rubbing yourself on me.”
Vi spreads her own legs a little more to support Caitlyn’s weight better, holds her with one hand over her back while the other searches for her folds. Caitlyn immediately clenches around the tip of Vi’s finger.
“Quiet,” she says, reminding herself that this is not about her pleasure.
“N–no…” Caitlyn whimpers when Vi takes her hand out.
“Quiet, I said,” her voice lands hard, at the same time as her palm lands on Caitlyn’s ass.
There’s a gasp then, followed by a prolonged, Ohh. The first one is always the best one. Vi loves seeing Caitlyn react to it. She hears Caitlyn suppress a noise while she caresses the skin that’s already turning red below her touch. She’s so sensitive.
“Don’t act like you don’t like this. I know you like it.”
She wouldn’t do it if Caitlyn secretly didn’t like being spanked, too. When Caitlyn wiggles back a little, letting her know she wants more, Vi’s right hand grabs her perfect, round ass and watches as it gets redder and redder from the spanking, blow after blow. She focuses on one cheek, then the other, giving her pain and then soothing it, then moves to the back of her legs. The crease between her ass and her thighs is already soaking wet.
“You like this, huh?” A slap. “Answer me.” Another one.
“Yes.”
Another. “I didn’t hear ya.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she keeps repeating while Vi gives her three more blows. “Vi—please, ahhh yes!”
“Do you like this?” Her next slap lands lighter still, more tease than reprimand. “You like being bad for me?”
“Yes, mistress,” Caitlyn murmurs, determined not to succumb. “Harder, please. Keep going,” she wiggles her ass right under Vi’s face.
The next swat nearly takes her breath away, and the blow after that too. Caitlyn makes out a strangled gasp when Vi spanks her a third time, albeit less forcefully. She hesitates, then draws her arm back to land one final smack across both cheeks. After, Vi places her hand on Caitlyn’s tender ass and rubs the skin to ease the ache.
“Please, I need—need to come…”
“You’re asking so politely.” Vi then spits on her hand and rubs two fingers on Caitlyn’s sex. “Come now, baby,” she says, pushing her fingers in from behind and hitting Caitlyn’s favorite spot. “You deserve some release.”
Caitlyn immediately presses her hips down and comes all over her hand. Once she’s recovered, Vi makes her face the other direction, draping her over the mahogany desk. Caitlyn kicks off her heels, this way only her tiptoes are touching the floor. Vi stops to observe the pink, shapely bottom on display. Her work of art.
“Beautiful,” she murmurs.
She punctuates the compliment with a disciplinary slap, then unfastens Caitlyn’s gartier and lowers the stockings to her ankles. She plants her left hand between Caitlyn’s shoulders, then pushes her down until she’s bent over with her ass thrust up in the air. Vi holds her breath at the sight while she gets comfortably into position, sitting back down on her chair and admiring the view that is Caitlyn’s spread cunt and ass.
“Do you like being taken from behind?” Vi asks while fondling the drenched folds.
“Yes, ma’am,” Caitlyn breathes. “Yes, ma’am. Take me, please.” She wiggles her butt, covering Vi’s hand with her juices. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Good. Because now you’re gonna have to wait. Give me your hands.”
Caitlyn obeys and Vi pulls her arms back until her face hits the hard surface, pushing her hips down so her sex can brush against the wood. But it wouldn’t be punishment for Caitlyn’s actions if Vi only gave her pleasure. She’s been teasing her for well over five minutes, holding the dildo with her dominant hand and drawing the tip up and down Caitlyn’s labia and around her swollen clit, producing an obscene flood of juices that squelch wetly at her every move. Once she decides she’s had enough of torturing Caitlyn, Vi grabs her right butt cheek and spreads her open, exposing her to the cool air.
“Please. I want you to… mmhpf…”
“Want me to do what?” Vi rams her hips forward, parting Caitlyn’s labia with the bulbous head of the dildo. “Say it.”
“Fill my hole.”
“That’s my girl. That’s my perfect, perfect girl.”
Vi guides the strap into her vagina, slow and easy at first. When she’s halfway inside, she questions Caitlyn:
“What do you think, sweetheart? Doesn’t it feel good to have your tight pussy wrapped around something so thick and hard?”
Caitlyn audibly gulps. “Yes. Yes. Fuck, you’re so big.”
Vi drags her backward onto the dildo, only stopping once her butt sits flush against her groin and the entire toy is inside her pussy.
“You’re so sweet for letting me take you like this. I’ve fantasized about having you doggy style for way too long.”
The hand on Caitlyn’s butt travels around her hip, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Bending over Caitlyn enough that her chest brushes against Caitlyn’s sweat-dampened back, Vi takes her erect clit between two fingers.
“It’s okay, darling. Lie on your belly. Let me do all the work.”
Caitlyn’s arms collapse beneath her weight until she rests her face on her forearms. Vi feels Caitlyn’s knees let up, but thankfully she can guide her body to spread on the wooden surface.
“You want to come, don’t you, sweetheart? You want to come all over my big, fat dildo while I’ve got it buried deep inside you?” Her hips cant sharply, sending the dildo into precisely the right spot to make Caitlyn squirm. “Fucking you like no one else ever has. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” Caitlyn hisses from between gritted teeth. “But it’s not fair, ma’am, I already came twice…”
Vi thrusts forward, making her gasp. “Mhm, your pleasure is my pleasure, princess.”
Caitlyn giggles, breathless. “Not much of a princess in this position.”
“Let’s change it then,” Vi says and pulls away until she’s sitting down on the couch.
She sits back, looking Caitlyn up and down. Her breasts, perky, sit low on her chest, her belly moves with every breath she takes. She can see her pubes glistening. Vi reaches one hand up, gathering her wetness on her middle and ring finger. She strokes her clit with her thumb, stops when Caitlyn’s knees threaten to buckle. That’s when she pulls out and brings her fingers to her nose, to her lips. Caitlyn whimpers at the loss. Then, Vi helps Caitlyn sling one of her legs over until she’s on her lap straddling her. Her legs are ungodly, soft and warm around her body. Vi traces them with her hands, fingers squeezing here and there, feeling her relax into it.
“You feel like riding it?”
Caitlyn bites her lip. “Okay.”
Vi is suddenly very, very aware that this position gives Caitlyn enough leverage to rub herself on the dildo and to rub her tits on her face. On times like this, Vi loves their height difference. Caitlyn wraps her arms around Vi’s neck, seductive, pressing their foreheads together but never letting their lips touch. Her lipstick smells of cherry. She knows Vi never begs, so she uses it to her advantage to keep her on edge. Caitlyn moans, loud, as the strap enters her. Her ass must still be red and sore. She mmmh’s and ohhhh’s so nicely while she sinks into the strap, excruciatingly slow, hands traveling on Vi’s body and setting fire into her skin. She tweaks her nipples and nibbles at her ear and Vi has never, ever been this turned on. She can see Caitlyn taking all of it, bouncing up and down, Vi’s hand around the base, helping her settle into it. God, she can’t resist her. Caitlyn grabs Vi’s shoulders and presses her into the couch, groaning.
“What is it, baby?”
“Mhm. You hit a spot.”
“A good one?”
“Very good, ah…”
Caitlyn’s head is thrown back, her hips rolling in a sinuous concentric movement. Vi lets her ride her until her thighs are trembling, weak sounds of pleasure coming out of her mouth. Vi whispers, That’s it, good girl, take all of it, every now and then.
“I—I can’t,” Caitlyn says, voice strained.
Vi knows what she means. She has been grinding herself helplessly without reaching her climax.
“That’s okay, baby. You don’t have to come. Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” Caitlyn says, punctuating her answer with a roll of her hips. Vi can hear her wetness sliding up and down the strap.
“How long is that gonna feel good for?” she asks, stroking her back gently.
Caitlyn’s mouth opens in a perfect ‘O’. “A long time —oh.”
“I could watch you all night,” Vi says, smirking up. Caitlyn’s eyes are fixed on the ceiling, head thrown back while she picks up her pace. “I wanna see you, baby, let me see you.”
Caitlyn is in her head, Vi can tell, but she unbuttons her maid dress and properly slides it off of her, freeing her arms. Her nipples have been hard all night. Vi helps her up into a better position so her mouth is right against her breasts. Caitlyn moans and ooh’s when Vi sucks on her tits while bringing her pelvis down. Vi’s enjoying the softest, greediest little moans coming out of Caitlyn’s red mouth, like a litany.
“Shh, shh, babygirl. They’re gonna hear us.”
Caitlyn looks down at her through heavy lids and dark, thick lashes. Vi leans forward so she can trail kisses down her throat, relishing in the silk softness of her skin, loving her encouraging little whimpers.
“Don’t care.”
“Come on, baby, be good,” Vi says, voice edging on praise. “You’re gonna kill me.” Seeing the red mark she has left on her pale neck is an unexpected turn on. “Come on me.”
Caitlyn’s sounds turn into soft ah, ah, ah, yesyesyes—please and Vi can do nothing but watch her chasing her own pleasure and trembling above her when the orgasm hits her. The strap is filling her to the hilt. After, she rests her head on Vi’s shoulder, spent, breathing against her skin.
“Thank you, ma’am, for fucking me so good.”
“You’re welcome, baby. Can we go back to being us, now?”
“Yes.”
“Should I take you to bed?”
“Please do.”
Caitlyn’s body bounces on the mattress when Vi drops her on it, making her laugh. Their roleplay has ended here. Caitlyn scoops back so Vi can get on the bed. Vi is thinking about the way Caitlyn has openly admitted to wanting her, and she would be a fool if she didn’t satisfy her requests. Caitlyn lifts her arms up, resting them on the pillow, and Vi watches her breasts bounce with the movement. A silent: I’m all yours now. Vi straddles her lover, not in a rush anymore, wanting to savor the moment. She takes her time unbuttoning her own shirt and taking off her tie.
“Don’t take it off, it’s sexy,” Caitlyn mewls.
“You like it when I fuck you with my tie on?” Vi asks and wraps the tie around Caitlyn’s hands, carefully guiding her arms up to the headboard where she ties another knot. “You’re sexy like this, too.”
“Fuck,” is the only thing Caitlyn whispers. “Fuck.”
Vi gets up to retrieve one of her favorite sex toys: a magic wand that has Caitlyn squealing every time she uses it on her. The blue haired woman is now thrashing on the bed sheets, testing the firmness of the tie, eyes pleading. Her rosebud mouth begging to be kissed, to be fucked. Vi enjoys this moment of power, grazing lightly at her strap while she looks down Caitlyn’s body. Fuck, she makes her so hot.
“I have a surprise for you, baby,” Vi says and drapes herself over Caitlyn to kiss her lips.
Her knee accidentally hits a button and the magic wand starts to vibrate on the bed. Caitlyn gasps into their kiss.
“Vi, did you bring—”
Vi answers by pressing the head of the wand down Caitlyn’s abdomen. Caitlyn arches her neck, delicate porcelain skin with blue veins underneath; Vi wants to bite into it until it’s full of hickeys.
“Mine.”
Vi drops a kiss on her forehead, already sweaty, and pushes her hair out of her face so she can see better every second of pleasure displayed on her features. Caitlyn makes a sound of agreement, curving her back as the wand travels down. Vi can see she’s pulling against the restraints, and Caitlyn knows that Vi will stop as soon as she says yellow. Vi pauses above her mount of Venus, making her whine. She pushes the skin up with her thumb to expose her clit, setting the wand on the lowest vibration. Caitlyn always fusses when being edged, but Vi loves it. After a while, Vi removes the wand, ignoring Caitlyn’s complains, and then flips her over. She positions the wand under her so she can press her pussy against it, the vibrations making her release sweet sounds.
“Leg up, baby. Like that. I wanna enter you one more time.”
Vi watches the strap slide into her entrance, stretching her beautifully. She brings Caitlyn’s leg up, hips slotting together when the length of the strap bottoms out into her. God, the way her body moves. Vi lets her wait a bit more before starting to move into her, slow strokes with circling movements so every part of their bodies touches. Vi grabs her left leg, bringing it up and opening her up more. Caitlyn is humping the mattress, frantic and desperate, and Vi decides to pick up the pace. The length of the strap slips out of Caitlyn’s cunt, and Vi drags the tip between her cheeks, pumping as if she could really feel it, then slides back inside.
“Fuck, babe, you’re so open.”
“Vi.”
“Yes, baby?”
“I need… need you to talk. Talk to me.”
“You want me to talk dirty to you? Does that turn you on? God, baby, you’re so wet. Your pussy and your ass and my strap are completely wet. You’ve ruined the sheets. I bet you’re so wet you don’t even feel it. I bet you could take a bigger one, wouldn’t you?”
“Please,” Caitlyn whimpers. “Please don’t stop.”
“Listen to you, begging to be fucked. Yes, baby, that’s it, beautiful. Oh, you look so pretty taking me. Come on, chase your pleasure. Take all of it. God, you’re so pretty. Sorry, baby, I need to see your face.” Caitlyn turns to her, a bit roughly, but rough only makes Vi grow hotter. “You’re so pretty like this. God, I wish I could take a picture of you.”
“You can.”
Vi’s hips jerk forward. “That’s okay. I’ll just have to memorize you. Besides, there’s no way I’m getting up now.”
The strap is still inside of Caitlyn, every movement of it makes an obscene sound. Vi uses her knees for leverage to thrust harder into her.
“Caitlyn, look at you,” Vi says. Caitlyn turns her head to her left, where the mirror shows Vi fucking into her, Caitlyn’s breasts bouncing prettily at every thrust. “How did I get so lucky? How did I get the most beautiful girl in the world? You’re being such a good girl for me, can you do it? Can you take all of it? Come on, babygirl.”
“I—I like,” Caitlyn says.
“You like when I call you that? That’s ‘cause you are. My babygirl. So pretty. God, I swear I can feel you around me. You want it long and slow or fast?”
“Slow.”
“Caitlyn.”
“Hard.”
“Fuck. I’m so in love with you. I wanna make you come until you can’t remember your name.”
Caitlyn’s right on the edge of her climax, Vi knows it, she can feel the strain in her voice and her muscles, waiting for the tilt that will send her over.
“Oh God, Caitlyn. I—oh, I swear I can feel you around me. You’re so fucking open, baby. Baby, you’re ruining the bedsheets. Don’t you feel ashamed? You’re dripping.”
“I’m sorry. ”
“No need to be sorry, baby. I’ll clean you up nicely. You want that? My tongue in your pussy?”
“Yes, yes! I want your tongue inside me. Please fuck me. Please, oh daddy.”
Vi’s hips come to a halt, her belly on fire. She has never felt this good. She didn’t expect to have such a bodily reaction to Caitlyn calling her that.
“Fuck baby, I almost came right away just from that. I wanna come inside you.”
“Yes, yes, please come inside me.”
Vi bends down to bite down Caitlyn’s shoulder, freckles making a dozen constellations on it. Vi has kissed every single one. She’ll never get tired of the taste of Caitlyn’s skin. Everything about Caitlyn is oh so soft and Vi loves that about her.
“God baby, I wanna suck every inch of your body into my mouth. You’re so fucking sweet. All mine.”
“Oh yes, yes, yes—”
Vi takes Caitlyn’s wrists and brings them down and behind her back, forcing her head to rest on the pillow without any leverage of her arms. Vi feels her desire exploding behind her eyelids while she keeps fucking into Caitlyn, who spasms and shakes and moans sweetly, strap bottoming out into her.
“You’re gorgeous,” Vi says, devotion in her voice, while the strap momentarily slips out.
Caitlyn shifts, crying out at the loss of contact and at the effect those words have on her. “Am I?”
“Yes, you are, baby girl,” Vi continues, and feels Caitlyn rocking her hips. “You’re so perfect.”
“Jesus—Vi—oh!”
Caitlyn opens her eyes as Vi is speaking words of praise against her skin.
“You’re so beautiful, and so good. You’re doing such a good job at staying quiet and still for me. You’re such a good girl.”
“I’m a—”
“Good girl.” One kiss. “Good girl. So perfect for me.” Another one. “You taste so good.”
“Oh my God, Violet… Please, keep talking to me.”
“You’re so gorgeous, baby. I love your body. Fuck, I wish I could kiss you forever.” Then, “Do you think you can come like this?”
Caitlyn doesn’t need to be told twice.