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“You know how I want you,” Caitlyn’s sultry tone commands.
Oh, Vi knows. For a moment she considers resisting, but only for a moment as deep down Vi knows she wants this, too. Like second nature—a muscle memory ingrained into her very essence—she complies.
Vi finds herself kneeling on the silken sheets, naked and waiting. She faces away from Cait and toward the headboard, hands lightly clasped together on the small of her back. Gentle footfalls quieted by the carpet advance in her direction just before satin fabric darkens the world around her. Vi bites her lower lip, her heart fluttering in anticipation.
The soft leather of cuffs encircle Vi’s wrists; Caitlyn’s delicate fingers brush her skin like a ghost as Cait secures the brass buckles. A short cord of leather provides Vi with a range of movement, restricted as it may be. Her hands clench to fists and she pulls them apart, testing the restraints. A heavy breath passes through gritted teeth when she quickly meets her limit.
Then nothing. Seconds pass without a touch, without a sound. Vi’s chest heaves a few belabored breaths and her head turns, futilely trying to take in the void surrounding her. Then a sound to her left. The ruffle of clothes (Cait undressing?). She tilts her head, hungry for a scrap of sensation. Then another sound she cannot place. The urge to remove the blindfold rises; a need to see, to know. But her efforts would be fruitless.
Besides, that’s not how Cait would want her.
A palm pushes against the tattoo between Vi’s muscular shoulders, forcing her body forward. She falls to the pillows with a muffled grunt, her hands unable to catch her fall, although they reactively try.
Fingers curl around Vi’s waist and, with a quick tug (which extricates a groan from Vi’s throat), her body drifts down the bed. Cait draws her to kneeling, her exposed hips high in the air, her face pressed against the sheets. An arm loops around Vi’s right thigh, wresting a gasp from her lips as a slender finger gracefully traces along the wetness already forming around her cunt. Vi’s cheeks flush down to her neck as Cait feels her readiness.
Two fingers bear deeper, turning Vi’s gasps into wanting moans. Her face twists in pleasure beneath the blindfold. In an attempt to coax Cait further, Vi’s hips roll toward the sensation.
Cait tuts a tsk, tsk as her fingertips pull away, which ultimately also pulls a whimper from Vi’s lips.
Vi steadies herself and is rewarded with Caitlyn’s teasing touch once more. Cait gathers Vi’s wetness and raises her fingers maddeningly against her throbbing bundle of nerves. Something between a moan and a whimper tumbles from Vi’s mouth. The length of the leather binding her wrists is forced taut as are the rippling muscles down her back. Vi does all she can to remain still.
Suddenly, Cait plunges her fingers in. Vi simultaneously hears Cait’s pleasured vocalizations and feels her own unraveling become imminent.
Vi cannot fucking stand it anymore, so she allows her hips to insatiably buck hard against Cait. This time, Caitlyn grants her the satisfaction, presumably getting some enjoyment of her own out of watching Vi fulfill herself with Cait’s hand.
Grunting into her thrusts, Vi’s rapture rises like fire in her core. Until, unexpectedly, Cait tears her hand away. Vi is left quaking from the sense of loss, her rumbling moans returning to pitiful, pleading whimpers.
A light chuckle sounds from behind Vi before warm fingers snake their way into her hair and coil around its lengths, yanking her head back. Vi’s heaving chest is lifted from the bed; her back meets Caitlyn’s body and her bound hands splay needily across Cait’s bare abdomen.
Stifled groans surge up from somewhere deep in her throat as two wet fingers press against Vi’s lips. She permits the fingers entrance, tasting her own pleasure as they hook around her cheek, both coercing Vi’s mouth open and forcing her body to hover just off the surface of the bed. Her core muscles flex, helping to hold her aloft without the support of her hands to stabilize her. Saliva begins to pool helplessly at the corners of Vi’s mouth, unable to properly swallow it back.
Vi isn’t entirely sure when Cait’s other hand releases her hair, but it’s now exploring her upper body, caressing her sternum and drawing circles around her chest before finally grasping one of her hardened nipples between thumb and forefinger. She lets out a strangled gasp—louder than she expected—drool starting to drip from her mouth held agape.
Cait hums in glee, “That’s a good girl, Violet.”
At the praise, Vi can feel her eyes glaze over even under the blindfold. Yes, this is exactly how Cait wants her.
The wandering hand finds its way back to Vi’s hips, drawing her attention there as well. It drops fleetingly to lift something off the bed. A subtle vibration sounds and an intense pressure is applied to her clit. In her attempts to swallow, saliva dribbles from her mouth like a leaking dam. Moans rush from her like a cascade, a waterfall of overwhelming sensation, swirling with delectation. Caitlyn helps Vi ride the surge as she plummets into orgasm, tearing her mouth from Cait’s fingers, incoherently mewling her exhilaration into the sheets beneath her.
Vi is only allowed a moment of respite from the blissful euphoria. A groan hitches in her throat as the vibrator falls away and her pulsing core wetly welcomes the bulbous end of a strapless strap-on. From her collapsed kneeling position, the weight of the cock hangs heavy on her hips.
Caitlyn urges Vi onto her back, turning her over, her wrists secured on either side of her waist. The blindfold lifts away from Vi’s eyes and even the dim light of the room is piercing. She blinks Cait’s silhouette into focus just in time to witness her hips dip down onto the length of the strap. With a stuttering moan, Cait rises, leaving behind a slick trail. Vi gasps as she feels the other end move within her, throwing her head back against the bed, closing her eyes.
“Mmm, I didn’t remove your blindfold so you could close your eyes, dear Violet,” Caitlyn scolds.
Vi’s muscles glisten with sweat as she props herself onto shaking forearms. With heavy lids, she glances up at Caitlyn while Cait lowers herself back down. Between the dark hunger burning in Cait’s eyes and the keening breaths she exhales, Vi instinctively bucks in heady desperation, failing to bite back a moan.
Leaning forward, Caitlyn places a hand on each of Vi’s hips, abating their undulations. That’s not how she wants her.
“Now, now. I believe it’s my turn,” Cait purrs. “You’ll be a good girl and remain still, won’t you?”
Vi nods slowly, unsure whether her mouth has the ability to articulate comprehensible words.
Caitlyn rocks her hips deep onto Vi’s cock (or at least Vi likes to think it’s hers; Caitlyn may beg to differ). The muscles in Cait’s thighs work themselves into a rhythm, her perky breasts bouncing with the motion. Vi’s toes curl and her hands damply grip the sheets beneath her. Her jaw clenches and her brow knits. Her eyes dart across every inch of Caitlyn—except into her eyes. She knows looking directly into their depths will tug at the last thread that’s holding her together; one glance will be her unraveling. It’s all she can do to stay unmoving.
“Breathe, darling,” Cait smirks, knowing full well the effect she has on Vi.
Vi exhales something between a moan and a whimper that crescendos the longer Cait rides her. Soon, both are huffing for breath and Cait’s short but well-manicured nails dig into the flesh of Vi’s toned abs in ecstasy.
When Caitlyn pulls herself away from the strap, the cock quivers with Vi’s hips as they try to replicate the rise and fall of Cait’s thrusts.
With a sinful smile, Caitlyn dips between Vi’s thighs. As her blue eyes peer up at Vi through a curtain of raven hair, she envelops Vi’s length. While Vi can’t feel the heat of her tongue, the gentle movement of Cait’s mouth presses the other end deeper into her, leaving her gasping once more. When Cait releases her, she licks her lips of the same slick she cleaned from the cock. Then she grasps her fingers around the strap, lubricated by her cum and spit, and starts a slow, sensual stroking along the shaft.
Vi groans in pleasure and quickly finds her hips lifting into Caitlyn’s fist. Cait doesn’t stop her, so she repeats the motion again and again, panting moans as she fucks Cait’s hand, the other end of the cock pounding into her.
“Good girls are rewarded,” Cait husks, moving her free hand to Vi’s abdomen, lowering a thumb down to her clit. It dances across her in the most maddening way and her thrusts grow discordant in pleasure. Obscenities tumble from Vi’s lips as she grinds wildly against Caitlyn’s grip.
Oh.
“Oh. Oh, my God. Cait. Cait, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…f-f-fuck—” Vi’s exclamation gets lost in an unintelligible moan.
“Yes, Vi. Cum for me, Violet,” Caitlyn entices and strings along coos of praise as Vi’s words become indiscernible in her undoing.
Vi repeatedly cries out Cait’s name as her core tightens, pulsing with pleasure. When her body can’t take anymore, she collapses back onto the mattress.
Caitlyn soothes Vi through the aftershocks as she removes the strap and then lays her naked body alongside Vi’s. Vi lies, eyes closed, making attempts to calm her breathing while the pads of Cait’s fingertips trace patterns across her skin. Her lips find Vi’s collarbone, then neck, then jaw.
When she opens her eyes, it takes a moment for the haze to dissipate from Vi’s vision. She finds Cait’s lips with hers and ravenously kisses her; their first of the evening. Cait breaks the kiss with a smug laugh.
“There will be plenty of time for more of that, my dear. But first…” Her voice trails off as she tips Vi to her side to loosen the buckles of her cuffs. She massages Vi’s wrists and fingers before placing a delicate kiss on each palm. Vi hums contentedly as her full range of movement returns.
Sliding back down to Vi’s side, Caitlyn pulls her body close to her in an embrace, placing her head on Vi’s chest. Vi wraps her arms around her in turn.
Caitlyn mumbles into the nape of Vi’s neck, “Yes…This is how I want you.”