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The music pounded against the peeling walls of the house, a sticky bass mixed with thick smoke, the smell of cheap alcohol and sweat. A blue and red strobe light flashed mercilessly over the packed bodies moving on the improvised dance floor—everyone drinking, dancing, shouting. It was the kind of party where no one would remember who kissed whom or when it all ended.
Vi leaned against the wall, beer in hand, the cold plastic cup contrasting with the heat rising up her back. Her leather jacket hung half-open, revealing a tight white sleeveless, collarless top, and her ripped black pants showed flashes of skin through her knees and thighs. The whole outfit seemed designed to provoke, but tonight... there was something more.
Something hidden.
The small weight between her legs—constant, subtle—reminded her with every step who was in charge. She didn’t need to touch it to know. The vibrating plug had been there for hours, put in place by firm, confident hands. An order. A warning. A promise.
The flashback hit instantly.
“You’re going to behave tonight, aren’t you?”
Caitlyn’s voice was a whisper in her ear—calm, dangerous.
“Or you’ll remember exactly who owns you.”
Vi shivered when she felt the cold lube, then the pressure—that delicious pressure—as Caitlyn pushed the plug into her with clinical patience.
“Is that clear, puppy?”
Vi barely nodded, breathless.
She snapped back to the present when a low hum pulsed through her lower belly. The vibrator had just turned on for the first time that night. Not strong—just a soft, teasing buzz. But enough.
Vi squeezed her thighs together and bit her lower lip. Her eyes drifted toward the door. Caitlyn had just walked in.
Tall. Elegant. Tight blue dress hugging her to mid-thigh, low heels, subtle but deadly makeup. She walked like the party belonged to her—like everyone should be thankful she showed up.
And, of course, many were. With their eyes.
But only one person looked at her like they wanted to bite her.
Vi.
Caitlyn barely smiled. Pretended not to see her. Pretended to be more interested in digging through her purse. But her fingers were already on her phone—and Vi knew it.
The vibrator buzzed again. Stronger this time. Vi stumbled a little, her beer almost slipping from her hand.
Bitch.
She took a deep breath.
It was her turn to respond.
She turned her head on purpose, and there she was—a girl. Dark-skinned, short, with eyes lined in black and a smile that didn’t ask for permission.
Vi smiled back. Walked over. Whispered something in her ear, and the girl laughed, tucked her hair behind her ear.
Caitlynlyn watched from a distance, one eyebrow raised.
Vi felt it.
The vibrator surged to full power—for two seconds.
Then silence.
“Bitch…” Vi muttered through gritted teeth, a half-smile on her lips.
She kept flirting. Slipped her arm behind the girl, brushed her fingers along her waist. Nothing serious. Nothing that crossed the line.
Just... defiance.
The girl, delighted, kept laughing. And Vi, bratty as ever, savored the invisible reaction from across the room.
But Caitlyn didn’t move. Not a word. Not a direct look. Just her cell phone in hand
Vi started to sweat. The plug was vibrating erratically—short bursts, slow pulses, sudden jolts. It stopped. Then started again. And it was driving her insane. The desire, the irritation, the need—it all burned on her skin.
And the worst part? She couldn’t complain. Not without making it obvious. Not without screaming.
Caitlyn finally smiled. That smug, elegant smile Vi hated to love. Then she turned around and disappeared into the kitchen.
Vi bit her tongue. Mumbled an excuse to the girl and followed her. The need burned between her legs. And this was just the beginning.
The kitchen was empty. Warm lighting, bottles everywhere, the smell of spilled beer and old food lingering in the air. Caitlyn was leaning against the counter, wine glass in hand—because of course, she never drank what everyone else did.
Vi closed the door behind her.
“Having fun?” she asked with a tense smile, arms crossed.
“Plenty.” Caitlyn didn’t look at her. Took a sip. “You?”
Vi walked toward her, defiant. Every step a fresh irritation from the plug inside her. She was wet. Frustrated. On the verge of saying something stupid.
“Are you gonna keep this shit up all night?” she snapped, barely above a whisper.
Caitlyn slowly turned her face. Met her eyes. Smiled. Slow. Cold.
“What shit, exactly?”
Vi narrowed her eyes. She was inches away. She could smell her perfume—floral, with a trace of gunpowder. The kind of scent that made you feel like dying between her legs would be a blessing.
“You know what I mean,” she growled. “This.”
She grabbed Caitlyn’s wrist. Guided it to her inner thigh. Caitlyn felt the faint tremble in her leg. She didn’t need more.
“Ah… that?” she whispered, lips near Vi’s ear.
“I didn’t turn it off. Just in case you forgot who you belong to.”
Vi swallowed hard. That tone hit her right in the gut.
“I haven’t forgotten.”
“Sometimes you act like you want me to,” Caitlyn replied coldly.
“Like when you rub up on every girl with legs. You think you’re going to make me jealous?”
“No. But maybe I just wanted a little attention.”
“And this isn’t attention?”
She grabbed Vi’s chin with two fingers, firm.
“I’ve had you on my fingers since before you even left your room. I’ve controlled you all night. You’ve been begging with your eyes since I walked in. And that’s not enough for you?”
Vi’s breathing was fast, shallow. The closeness. The voice. The game. All of it a weapon.
“Then do something, Caitlyn.”
Silence.
One heartbeat.
Two.
Then Caitlyn let her go.
“No.”
“What?”
“I’m not giving you anything.”
She walked toward the door like nothing had happened.
“Cait…”
“You’re acting like a spoiled little puppy. I don’t reward that. Learn to wait.”
She opened the door.
The music poured back in like a punch.
“You look gorgeous tonight, by the way,” she added without looking back—before disappearing into the smoke and bodies.
Vi stood there. Alone. Shaking. Feeling the vibrator turn on again. Hard. Cruel. And unable to touch herself.
Vi pushed the door to the living room open like she hadn’t been on the verge of begging for an orgasm five minutes ago.
She tossed her hair back, cleared her throat, and walked in with the same confident swagger as always.
But it wasn’t the same. Every step was a reminder: The plug inside her. The wetness between her thighs. The damn vibration that now pulsed and faded like her body was an instrument tuned only for Caitlyn.
She dropped onto the couch between two friends who greeted her without suspecting a thing.
She smiled. Nodded. Even laughed. But she wasn’t listening. Just the vibration. The heat. Her own erratic heartbeat. Her thighs burned. The ripped black pants clung to her like second skin. Her leather jacket no longer shielded her from the cold—it barely held back the fire inside.The sleeveless white top was damp on her back. Not from sweat. Her phone buzzed.
Caitlyn: Cross your legs. Now.
Vi obeyed without thinking. Reflex. And suddenly, the vibrator kicked up a level. She nearly jumped.
“You good?” asked a girl beside her.
Vi bit her tongue. Smiled.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”
Another buzz.
Caitlyn: Don’t move.
She froze.
Caitlyn: If you touch yourself... I’ll turn it off for the rest of the night. You won’t come until I take it out myself. Understood.
Vi typed, hands trembling:
Vi: Cait… please. I’m… I can’t take it anymore.
Typing…
“Caitlyn is typing…”
Then nothing. Again. And again.
No reply. The vibrator switched to irregular pulses. A rhythmic torture that made her clench her jaw. She couldn’t even lean back. The plug pressed at the exact angle. Vi adjusted herself. Subtly. Legs crossed. Fists clenched. Eyes fixed on the floor.
And then she felt it. The stare. Caitlyn, standing at the bar, talking to someone, wine glass in one hand… and watching her over her shoulder.
Subtle. Indifferent. But her eyes said something else. Vi swallowed hard. She wanted to cry. Or scream. Or come. All at once.
And she couldn’t do a damn thing. Not a single thing without permission. Vi didn’t remember how she got to the bathroom.
She only knew that, at some point, Caitlyn had walked slowly across the room, her hips drawing a hypnotic rhythm in that tight blue dress. She stopped right in front of her. Didn’t say a word. Just looked at her. A small nod. And Vi stood up.
She followed behind like she was possessed. Each step pulled her deeper into the fire. The plug vibrated in pulsing intervals, perfectly synced with Caitlyn’s steps—like even that was under her control. The bathroom was empty. Caitlyn pushed open the door to the largest stall. She went in. Vi followed.
They closed the door. Silence. Just the echo of the party in the background, muffled. The buzz of the vibrator. And Vi’s shaky breath.
Caitlyn leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Looked her up and down—slowly. Like she was analyzing a toy. Vi bit her lip. She was trembling.
“I want to see you,” Caitlyn said, finally.
Vi slid her pants down with shaking hands. To her knees.
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow.
“All of it.”
Top off.
Jacket on the floor.
Naked.
“Turn around,” she ordered.
Vi obeyed. Caitlyn stepped closer. Slowly. She traced her fingers down Vi’s back, barely touching her skin. Then down to her hips. The vibrator was still going, low and constant.
Vi clenched her jaw.
One of Caitlyn’s hands rested on the back of her neck, gently pressing her against the wall. The other slid down to the plug. She touched it. Vi let out a soft moan. Barely audible. Caitlyn twisted it. Very, very slowly. Vi arched her back. Gasped.
“Please…”
But Caitlyn said nothing. She simply pulled her phone from her neckline—without even looking at her—and changed the intensity. Vi moaned. The sound echoed through the bathroom walls.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Caitlyn whispered in her ear, her breath warm against Vi’s neck.
“No… no… please…”
Caitlyn grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to meet her eyes.
“Please what?”
“Do it… make me come…”
Caitlyn laughed—low. Cruel.
She slapped her. Lightly. Not punishment—control. A reminder of who was in charge. Then, with no warning, she slid her hand between Vi’s legs.
Two fingers.
Vi screamed.
Her whole body shook. She pushed into the touch with desperation—thighs soaked, lips swollen with need, breath a complete mess. And just when she was about to— Caitlyn pulled away. She turned off the vibrator. Stepped back. Adjusted her neckline. Looked at her like nothing had happened.
“You look gorgeous like this,” she said, opening the stall door.
“Fix yourself up. You’re not done paying.”
And she left. Vi stayed there, trembling—sweaty, empty. Left hanging. Again. Still hers.
Vi walked down the stairs with a wet face and shaky breath.
She’d splashed water on herself, bitten her tongue to keep from moaning like an idiot.
She was furious. Turned on. Humiliated.
Who the fuck does she think she is? She wasn’t going to let Caitlyn have her that easy.
The house was packed. People dancing in the yard, others on the couch smoking something sweet, some closing doors with someone already inside. That kind of party.
Vi walked through the crowd straight to one of the first-year girls. Tall, freckled, short hair.She’d flirted with Vi weeks ago, so it took nothing to get close.
“Want me to pour you something?” Vi asked, sly smile on her lips.
“You? I thought you didn’t even talk to me.”
“Now I want to. Is that a problem?”
The girl laughed, delighted, and walked with her toward the kitchen. Vi felt the stare on her back before she turned.Caitlyn was against the wall, wine glass in hand, watching.
Oh, did that hurt? Good. Your turn now, princess.
While mixing drinks, Vi went all in. Laughter, eye contact, a hand on the girl’s waist. She even leaned in to whisper in her ear.She wanted to provoke. She wanted Caitlyn to feel the jealousy Vi had felt minutes ago—trembling in a bathroom. And it worked.
Because as soon as she turned to grab the ice—Caitlyn was there.
“Got ice for me too?” she asked sweetly, voice barely a whisper.
Vi swallowed.
“There’s enough for everyone,” she replied, without looking.
“Even for… your little friends?” Caitlyn said, looking straight at the girl, who now watched them, confused.
“Uh… I’m gonna go. You two have some weird thing going on,” the girl mumbled, and left.
Vi glared at her.
“What the hell was that?”
“Taking care of you,” Caitlyn answered, smiling with that damn perfect mouth.
“Even if you love pretending you don’t belong to me.”
Vi turned around and walked away without saying a word. It’s not going to work every time, she thought. This time, you’re the one who’s going to fall. She returned to the living room and sank into the couch, faking indifference.
But Caitlyn wasn’t far behind.
She sat next to her—close enough to brush her thigh, but not touching. Like nothing.
“You want to fight?” Vi muttered, eyes straight ahead.
“I want you to learn,” Caitlyn whispered, lifting a blanket from the couch and covering them both.
Vi raised an eyebrow.
“What are you—”
“Shut up,” Caitlyn said—and in that moment, slipped her hand under the blanket.
Right between Vi’s legs. Vi tensed.
The plug wasn’t on, but her body was already lit up, burning. Caitlyn’s fingertips stroked over the fabric of her pants.
Slowly. Too slowly.
“You gonna scream now? Or be a good girl?”
Vi clenched her teeth.
“We’re in the living room, Cait…”
“You nearly came in the bathroom. Don’t pretend to care now.”
A group of classmates entered, laughing. They sat nearby.
One of them—the same guy who shouted earlier—gave them a confused look.
“Are you two gonna keep eye-fucking all night or just make out already?” he joked.
“Get a room, for fuck’s sake.”
Laughter broke out all around. Vi sank into the couch. Caitlyn just smiled—her fingers still pressing. Firm. Hot.
“Thanks for the suggestion,” she said calmly.
The guy left, still laughing. Vi nearly melted on the spot.
“I hate you,” she muttered, breathless.
“And you're going to cum thinking about me,” Caitlyn said, letting her go, pulling her hand back and letting the blanket fall as if nothing had happened.
Vi was left there, trembling, heart pounding in her lips, body burning. She wasn’t winning anything. But she wasn’t going to give up.
The party was still going. Music louder. Colored lights spinning around the room. Vi couldn’t take it anymore and she was just sitting. She was flushed, face hot, legs restless. Every time she moved, the damn plug reminded her that Caitlyn was still in control.
And she… after what she did to Vi on the couch, she was now chatting with two guys. Two! One was laughing like an idiot, the other touched her arm every two seconds. And Caitlyn? Smiling. The fucking bitch was smiling.
Vi marched across the room, determined. Grabbed her arm without hiding it.
“We’re leaving. Now.”
Caitlyn looked at her. Her eyes sparkled.
“You’re that eager to be alone with me?”
Vi clenched her teeth.
“I’m done, Caitlyn. I want to go. You promised you wouldn’t go too far.”
“And I haven’t. Not yet.”
Caitlyn ran her hand down Vi’s back shamelessly.
“Five more minutes. I’m almost done.”
Vi wanted to scream. But she didn’t. She swallowed the fire. Nodded in silence. Took a deep breath. She felt ridiculous. Humiliated.
She said nothing, didn’t argue, didn’t keep playing. She just walked away.
She went to the dark corner of the patio, where the wall cast a shadow and no one passed by. She stood there, back against the wall. The music still reached her, vibrating in the distance. The noise of the party, the laughter, everything felt far away. Unreal.
Her breathing was shallow. Her legs barely held her. Every step was torture, every second with the plug inside was a burning punishment.
She couldn’t pretend anymore. She had no strength. No pride. Just need. Overwhelming. Raw. Dangerous. She bit her lip. Closed her eyes.
Waited.
She didn’t know if Caitlyn would come for her. She didn’t want to ask. She couldn’t. But she hoped.
Because at the end of all this game, this war of looks and punishments, she was still the one who wanted Caitlyn to take her home.
To get her out of there. And Caitlyn did. She made no sound as she approached. She just appeared, like she knew exactly where to look.
She found her hunched, leaning against the wall, hands in her jacket pockets, head down, body tense.
Vi didn’t look up.
She only felt her steps, her perfume, the silence surrounding her.
Caitlyn stopped in front of her.
One second. Two.
Then, gently, she brushed a strand of hair from her face.
Vi looked up. Her eyes sparkled. They said nothing. Caitlyn sighed. And for the first time all night, her voice came out low. Soft.
“Come.”
She held out her hand.
Vi took it instantly.
It wasn’t surrender. It wasn’t a command. It was a truce. They walked together toward the exit.
Caitlyn held her firmly, as if she knew Vi could barely stay on her feet.
Without haste, Caitlyn unlocked her phone, sliding her finger with surgical precision to the app connected to the plug. Vi looked at her with wide eyes, her body already begging for a bit of mercy.
“Tired?” Caitlyn asked, not raising her voice.
Vi didn’t reply, just nodded slightly, too far gone to form a word.
“Then wait for me there, puppy.”
Without another word, she increased the vibrator’s intensity with a single tap on the screen. Vi’s body arched instantly, biting her fist to avoid moaning out loud on the street. Her legs trembled, sweat trailing down her back.
xxxx
The door clicked shut behind them.
Vi stumbled in, legs weak, her face still flushed. She didn’t know if it was from the cold, the shame, or the pleasure pulsing between her thighs. Caitlyn said nothing. She just watched her from the entrance as she set her keys and bag on the table. Her phone still in hand.
Vi turned slowly, waiting for an order. Begging for it. Caitlyn lowered her gaze and typed something on her screen. Vi whimpered softly, almost a moan. Her knees buckled.
“I didn’t give you permission to make a sound,” Caitlyn said, crossing her arms.
Vi bit her lip hard. The plug was only gently vibrating, but just enough to keep her panting.
“Take off your jacket,” she ordered.
Vi obeyed. Every movement was clumsy, slow, like her body no longer responded properly. Her breath trembled. Caitlyn walked toward her—methodical, with that dangerous calm that defined her.
“Were you good at the party?”
Vi looked down.
“I saw you talking to some girl. You let her touch you.”
Vi shook her head quickly, almost desperately.
“Oh, really?” Caitlyn smiled—cruel. “Then you won’t mind this.”
She tapped her phone. The vibrator roared inside Vi. She arched forward, her hands searching for something to hold onto—only to find empty air. She gasped. Loudly.
Caitlyn leaned in, gripping Vi’s face between her fingers.
“Are you going to lie to me in my own house?”
Vi trembled.
“No…”
“Then get on your knees,” she ordered.
And Vi obeyed.
Caitlyn watched her from above, arms crossed, wearing that smile that could freeze or ignite a fire at the same time. And she laughed.
A low, elegant, mocking laugh.
“Look at you, Violet.” Her voice was sharp, delicious. “Not even three hours in and you’re already a mess.”
Vi whimpered softly, hiding her face, but Caitlyn didn’t allow it. She grabbed her chin and forced her to look up.
“Do you know how pathetic you look like this? Trembling, unable to speak, on your knees like a good bitch in heat.”
Vi nodded weakly. She had no energy, no dignity left to lie.
“And you like it?”
“...Yes,” she whispered, barely audible.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, ma’am…”
Caitlyn narrowed her eyes, satisfied, and slowly caressed her face like it was her masterpiece. Then she slid her finger across her phone screen and increased the vibrator’s intensity just a bit more.
Vi arched her back. She screamed.
“Don’t you dare cum,” Caitlyn warned calmly. “I swear, Vi, if you do it without permission, I’ll tie you up all night. And this time I won’t touch you.”
Vi bit her lips, eyes brimming. It hurt. It burned. It was humiliating. It was perfect. Caitlyn crouched down and whispered in her ear:
“You’re going to beg me. And when you do it just the way I like, maybe I’ll let you stain my floor.”
Vi gasped hard, trembling. She didn’t know if it was from exhaustion, desperation, or the sick desire pushing her to the edge. Everything hurt, everything burned. Caitlyn looked down at her—cruel and beautiful—as if enjoying her misery was a divine right.
“Caitlyn…” she murmured, her voice broken, wishing to touch her—anything—just for a second.
But Caitlyn shook her head slowly, her smile growing.
“Didn’t I teach you to ask for permission before speaking?”
Vi bit her lips hard, holding herself back as best she could. The vibrations stayed strong, merciless, forcing her to arch, to grind against nothing but the air. She was so wet she felt like she could cum just from breathing too deep.
“Please…” she finally begged, almost sobbing. “I can’t take it anymore. Touch me… let me touch you, please…”
Caitlyn crouched down calmly, so close Vi could feel her breath on her neck.
“You want to touch me?” she whispered. “With those filthy hands of a needy bitch?”
Vi whimpered.
“Yes… please… I need to…”
“Need what?”
“I need to feel you… even if it’s just a second. I’m… I’m so close…”
Caitlyn caressed her cheek with fake tenderness, like she was speaking to a lost little girl.
“How pathetic you are. You spent the whole night following me with your eyes like a puppy. And now you think you deserve to touch me just because you’re on your knees and shaking?”
Vi shut her eyes tight, humiliated, soaked, dripping with need. Her whole body was begging. Caitlyn slid her finger across her phone… and suddenly turned off the vibrator.
The silence was brutal.
Vi nearly screamed at the sudden loss of stimulation, her body arching like it had been struck from the inside.
“No. Not yet,” Caitlyn said, now stroking her nape—cold as marble. “You haven’t earned it.”
Vi sobbed in frustration. She felt so empty, so fucking on edge she could’ve crawled across the kitchen floor on her knees just for Caitlyn to look at her a little longer.
“But I’ll give you one chance,” Caitlyn continued, standing up. “If you can make me cum before I turn the plug back on… I’ll let you touch yourself. Just once.”
Vi lifted her head, her eyes blazing.
"Understood?"
"Yes... ma'am," she whispered.
"Perfect. Then come, kneel in front of the couch. Show me your tongue is worth something."
Caitlyn sashayed gracefully toward the couch, as if every step were part of a private performance, one designed just to drive Vi wild. She leisurely lifted her dress to her waist and slumped down with the effortless grace of someone who knows she completely commands the room.
She slowly opened her legs, shamelessly displaying herself, and looked down at Vi with that cruel gleam in her eyes that made her seem even more unattainable.
“Are you coming or should I start playing alone?” she asked softly, her words trailing as her hand moved between her legs. She moved her thong aside in a single motion and began stroking her center, damp and warm, teasing herself just enough to make Vi lose her mind.
Vi stood up suddenly, as if flipped on a switch, and crossed the distance to kneel between Caitlyn’s spread legs. She could smell her, feel her heat even before she touched her. She was dripping wet. She liked this. She liked seeing her on her knees, needy, broken with desire. She liked having her so close she seemed to cry.
Vi swallowed, taking a deep breath, her hands on her own thighs, trembling with the need to touch.
Caitlyn watched her, keeping her fingers busy, slowly and deliberately. She gave a soft gasp just to tease her.
“Look at you… you obedient bitch. All night begging for attention like a spoiled little girl, and now you're on your knees, ready to serve me.”
Vi looked down, burning inside, the humiliation making her even wetter.
“Are you just going to stand there watching?” Caitlyn huffed, pressing her fingers a little harder on her clit, feigning impatience. “If you don't make me come, you know what awaits you.”
Vi didn't need more. She leaned forward, kissing the insides of her thighs with devotion, moving up little by little, as if worshipping at an altar.
“Faster, Vi,” Caitlyn ordered, grabbing her hair. “I'm tired of your slow games. Prove you're good for something.”
Vi moaned against her skin before letting her tongue trace a firm path to Caitlyn's throbbing center, licking desperately, hungry. The taste disarmed her, made her moan too, lost in that act of total submission.
Caitlyn let out a sigh of pleasure, tilting her head back, still controlling the pace with her hand in Vi's hair.
"That's it... good girl... don't stop," she whispered, her tone mixing satisfaction with threat.
Vi redoubled her efforts, desperate to earn her reward, wanting to hear the final moan that would mark her victory... or her doom.
Vi gripped Caitlyn's thighs tightly, devouring her as if she needed saving. Her tongue moved firmly, hungry, devoted. Every moan from Caitlyn was a reward, every shudder driving her on, desperate to please her, to prove she was good for this. For her.
Caitlyn arched her back, her fingers tangled tightly in Vi's hair, guiding her mercilessly. Her other hand gripped the edge of the couch, her knuckles white from squeezing.
“That's it, that's it, good girl... good bitch,” she whispered between gasps, feeling the heat in her belly expand, becoming unbearable.
Vi moaned against her center, the vibrations making her tremble even more. She was soaked, but she wouldn't stop. Her eyes closed with each jolt of pleasure she drew from Caitlyn. Her owner's body tensed more and more.
"Don't stop, Vi. Don't stop. You're so... so fucking good." Caitlyn's voice cracked at times, but it still held that firmness that made it addictive.
Vi responded with her tongue, with her whole mouth, with every movement of her neck that made her ache with pleasure. She was no longer thinking. She was no longer just an extension of Caitlyn's desire.
Caitlyn looked down. She saw her kneeling, focused only on her, worshipping her as if she were something sacred. And for a second, amidst all the fire, she felt something that wasn't just pleasure. It was adoration. It was power. It was cruel tenderness.
“You’re perfect for this,” Caitlyn whispered, almost soothingly. “Only mine. Only mine, Vi…”
And then her body broke.
The wave crashed through her like a shock, strong, uncontrollable. Her back arched, her legs shook, and a hoarse cry escaped her throat as she came hard, soaking Vi’s mouth, clutching at her hair as if she would disappear.
She didn't stop. She kept licking, sucking, until Caitlyn gently pulled away, her fingers still trembling, panting.
"Now... now, good girl," she whispered, looking down at her. "You made me come so good... so fucking good..."
Vi lifted her face, glistening with saliva and desire, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-closed with arousal.
Caitlyn looked at her like that, kneeling and trembling, and smiled. She said nothing more. She just caressed her cheek, a caress so gentle it contrasted with everything that had come before.
The reward was given.
"You're still in your clothes... and with the plug inside," Caitlyn said, smoothing her dress as she stood up with a calmness that contrasted with her body still trembling from the orgasm. "We're going to change that."
She turned without looking at Vi, walking toward the bedroom as if she was sure she would follow. She didn't need to give orders; the tone of her voice was enough.
Vi stayed on her knees for a second longer, her breathing ragged, her mouth wet from Caitlyn's come, and her mind clouded. Her body desperately begged for relief, but her mind could only focus on her, on that silhouette retreating with irresistible authority.
She hesitated. She didn't know whether to get up or stay where she was. Her legs trembled, her cheeks burned. She squeezed her thighs together tightly, feeling the plug still inside her, a cruel reminder of who was in control.
Finally, she clumsily stood up and followed her, her legs damp and wanting. She walked to the doorframe of the bedroom and stood there, waiting for Caitlyn to tell her what to do.
Caitlyn had her back to him, leisurely taking off her shoes, as if she had all the time in the world. Then she turned her face slightly toward her, a dangerous smile on her lips.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked softly but firmly. "Take off your clothes, Vi."
Vi began to undress with clumsy but urgent movements, as if each piece of clothing that fell to the floor was one less barrier between her and the relief she so craved. Her skin prickled, every accidental touch near her center making her shudder. The plug continued to vibrate intermittently, a constant reminder of the wait, of someone else's control over her body.
When she was finally naked, she looked up and froze. Caitlyn was standing there, completely naked too. Her body was simply beautiful: soft skin, the perfect curve of her waist, her firm and generous breasts exposed, her defined thighs. He was a living work of art, and yet, what made Vi tremble the most was that gaze that pierced her. That look that said, "You belong to me."
And she was right.
Vi felt like her place in the world was right there, in front of her. If Caitlyn used her only for her pleasure, if she never said "I love you," if she only allowed her to exist as his favorite toy, Vi would still be happy. She didn't need more. She liked feeling useful, she liked being "his good girl."
But that fire inside her, that spark that never went out, made her respond with a soft, playful boldness, barely a whisper of rebellion.
Then Caitlyn's voice came, cutting the air like a smooth blade.
"You're not going to be such a bitch anymore... like at the party, are you?"
Vi smirked, her mouth still wet, her thighs sticky, her pride barely hanging by a thread.
“Depends… are you going to punish me if I do it?”
Caitlyn's gaze darkened, and the warmth that filled the room had nothing to do with the temperature. She walked toward her unhurriedly, with such intimidating calm that Vi felt her legs tremble.
“Oh, baby,” Caitlyn murmured, leaning forward slightly to tilt her face with a finger under her chin. “I'm still going to punish you, even if you've been good before. Not because you're bad, but because I like seeing you beg.”
Caitlyn watches her for a moment, with that dangerous smile Vi now associates with pleasure and punishment. She leans closer, unhurried, and in a low but firm voice, orders:
“On all fours, Vi. I'm not finished with you.”
Vi obeys, trembling, her body on the edge. The moment she settles in, she hears the faint buzz of the plug intensifying from Caitlyn's cell phone. The tremor runs down her spine.
"You're going to last," Caitlyn murmurs, kneeling behind her. "Because you were such a bitch at that party, and you still haven't learned."
And then she feels Caitlyn's fingers. One, then two... and finally three, entering without warning. The contrast between the internal vibration and the pressure of the fingers pushes her over the edge. She gasps, arches, but doesn't dare move without permission. There's only the desire to please her, to be hers.
Caitlyn doesn't stop.
Her fingers move with precision, deep, determined, exploring every sensitive spot with the experience of someone who already knows Vi by heart. The plug vibrating inside her pushes her to the edge with each jerk. Vi gasps, her elbows buckling from shaking, but she holds her ground. She wants to be good. She wants to deserve this pleasure.
“Look at you…” Caitlyn whispers, her voice a mixture of mockery and lust. “Trembling, moaning, begging with your whole body. And all that just for my fingers?”
Vi can't even respond. Her back trembles, her core throbs, her whole body craves release. Caitlyn pushes the three fingers deeper, while with her other hand she increases the vibration on her cell phone. The moan that comes out of Vi doesn't sound human. It's pure desire, pure surrender.
“You look beautiful like this, all desperate,” Caitlyn continues, leaning a little closer over her. “You're a good girl, Vi. My good girl.”
Those words are the last spark. Vi arches, screams, and her whole body shakes as the orgasm rips through her like a lightning bolt. She doesn't think, she doesn't hear, she doesn't breathe. She just feels.
When she finally collapses onto the mattress, panting, sweaty, her legs shaking, Caitlyn gently strokes her, lowering the vibrator. She places a kiss on her back.
“That's how I like it…” she says in a low, proud voice. “Surrendered for me.”
Vi was still panting, her body barely beginning to regain control when she heard the drawer open. She looked up from the bed, and the first thing she saw was the black harness in Caitlyn's hands. Her legs trembled again, this time from a mixture of fear, desire, and pure anticipation.
“Did you think we were done?” Caitlyn said, slipping on the hex strap with a dangerous calm. Her voice was low, almost amused. “You were such a brat all night. Don't expect one orgasm to fix that.”
Vi swallowed. She said nothing. She just knelt again, knowing Caitlyn wanted to see her.
“On all fours again,” she ordered.
Vi obeyed immediately, trembling. Caitlyn came up behind her, adjusted her phone, and activated the vibrating plug again. Vi gasped with a strangled cry.
“That's how I like it,” Caitlyn murmured, leaning over her to stroke her back with cruel tenderness. “You're going to feel me like never before. And you're not going to come until I say so.”
Without warning, he slowly withdrew the plug, eliciting a husky moan from Vi. Then he set it aside and aligned the tip of the dildo with her already open, sensitive, wet entrance.
“Three fingers weren’t enough, were they?” he said, slowly pushing inside her.
Vi cried out, her entire body arching forward. Caitlyn held her hips, burying herself deeper with each firm thrust. The sound of Vi’s body receiving her filled the room.
“That’s it. Take me all. You’re such a good girl when you shut up and obey.”
Vi sobbed between moans, each thrust bringing her closer to another orgasm, stronger than the last. Caitlyn took her tightly, with control, but also with admiration. Her fingers ran over her back, over her hips, over her breasts, hanging between moans.
“Tell me,” Caitlyn whispered, increasing the pace. “Whose are you?”
Vi could barely form the words.
“Yours... always yours…”
“I thought so.”
The final thrust was deep, precise, devastating. Vi came screaming, shuddering all over, losing herself in the most intense pleasure of the night.
“What a good girl, taking it so well,” Caitlyn murmured, her voice low and dangerous, her fingers running down Vi’s tattooed back with a mixture of tenderness and possession. Vi’s skin prickled with every caress, as if each stroke lit a spark beneath her.
Caitlyn watched her from above, her eyes glowing with pleasure and power, and her voice sounded again, this time with a sweetness that contrasted with the rhythm of her movements:
“Do you want to come one more time, baby?” he whispered near her ear, leaning over her, moving his hips with an almost cruel precision, bringing her to the edge once more.
Vi could barely respond, lost between gasps and tremors, her muscles tense, her body completely surrendered. All she could do was nod, pleading, feeling another wave about to overwhelm her.
Vi trembled under the weight of each thrust, her breathing ragged, her hands clutching the edge of the couch as if it were the only thing that could anchor her to reality. The heat in her abdomen was growing again, like an unstoppable wave
Caitlyn, behind her, never missed a beat. Every time Vi shuddered, she smiled contentedly, a mix of lust and affection in her eyes. She leaned toward her, running her fingertips down her back, slowly moving down to her hips. "You look beautiful like this," she murmured, and Vi let out a soft, smothered, vulnerable moan.
"Just one more," Caitlyn whispered, though they both knew it wasn't just one more time. Desire was an endless cycle between them, a tension that exploded and built again with every glance, every touch, every word laden with meaning.
Vi arched her back, seeking more, and Caitlyn didn't wait. She took her waist firmly, caressing her, guiding her, taking her exactly where she wanted. She was hers. In that moment, in that place, there was nothing else.
When the movements finally ceased, Vi collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily, her body vibrating with echoes of recent pleasure. Her muscles were still trembling, exhausted, and her face rested on the sheet, hot, soaked with sweat and the faint blush that always lingered when she felt completely exposed. Caitlyn remained behind her for a moment, gently stroking the curve of her back.
"Breathe slowly," she said softly, almost tenderly, and ran her fingers over her tattoos as if she wanted to memorize every stroke. There was no trace of coldness now. Her movements were slow, careful, like someone protecting something precious.
Vi closed her eyes, enjoying the contact. She said nothing. She couldn't.
Caitlyn moved away only slightly to remove the harness, then lay down beside her, still looking at her. "You were a good girl," she murmured, caressing her cheek. Vi didn't respond, but a weak smile escaped her as she settled in, letting Caitlyn hug her from behind, one leg over hers, her hand on her stomach, both still breathing heavily.
The silence was thick, but comfortable. Neither seemed to want to break it.
Finally, Vi spoke, her voice faint: "I don't want anyone else to see me like this."
Caitlyn listened silently, swallowing. Her hand rested firmly on Vi's abdomen. "And they won't," she replied.
It wasn't a promise. It was an affirmation.
Vi turned her face slightly, just enough to feel Caitlyn's breath close to hers. They kissed, tender compared to everything that had just happened.