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Vi's breath shuddered as she worked a dildo in and out of herself, her eyes locked on her beautiful wife in the chair across from her, her leg draped over the armrest while her hand worked between her legs. They were both nude, except for the leather collar around Vi’s neck. Caitlyn’s dark blue hair was pulled into a high ponytail, bits of which had come loose and framed her face. Cait had her eyes locked on Vi’s pussy. Vi watched her wife watch her, and Caitlyn's gaze sent a little shiver up her spine.
Vi leaned back against the pillows behind her. She was at the edge of their bed, propped up against pillows with her legs spread to give Cait an unobstructed view.
She could feel drops of sweat running down her back as she pressed the dildo in with her right hand and rubbed her clit with her left. She let her head roll back and moaned.
The glass dildo was double-ended, one end tapered and smooth, the other ridged and textured. Cait had started Vi off with the smooth end, but that was several edges ago, and they had since moved on to the textured end, the thicker end. The glass gave her no reprieve; she could feel every bump and indent as it moved in her, and she could feel herself stretch around it. She had to be careful not to clench so as not to interrupt her rhythm.
"Faster, pet," Cait commanded sharply
Vi snapped her head up and locked eyes with Cait as she increased the pace. Moaning as the ridges of the toy rubbed against the sensitive spot inside her. The increased speed and Vi's dripping cunt made for an obscene noise every time she pushed the toy inward.
The heat was building in her core, and tension coiled up her spine like a snake. She clenched around the toy, and her pleasure intensified as she felt the texture of it more keenly. Vi moaned quietly, her eyes still locked on Caitlyn.
Caitlyn had denied her four times now. Every time she realized Vi was close, she had ordered her to stop, commanded her to remove the toy and her hands, and left her to sit there with her legs spread and pussy dripping. She had climaxed every time she made Vi stop, moaning wantonly as she fingered herself in front of her denied wife.
Vi hadn't been able to stop her hips from grinding slightly as she watched, chasing an orgasm she wasn't going to be allowed to have, her pussy clenching around nothing while she watched her mistress orgasm after denying her. Only after Cait was done did she let Vi start up again. Begin the cycle again.
It was torture - exhausting, intoxicating torture.
Each denial had entrenched Vi deeper into subspace, making her more and more desperate. Desperate to come, desperate to please.
She knew Cait was getting close, and she was fingering herself with increased fervor now while she watched her. Her breath came in little pants, a sheen of sweat on her brow. Vi watched Caits perfect breasts sway with the movement, her brown nipples pebbled and standing at attention.
She looks like a goddess, Vi thought to herself, then moaned and curled in on herself slightly as she clenched around the toy and watched her. She sent up a silent prayer that this would be the one that she'd finally get to come.
"Deeper, pet," Cait panted.
Vi flicked her head to try to get her hair out of her face and groaned slightly to get a better grip on the end of the dildo, pushing it deeper and trying to maintain her pace. Breathing hard, her skin chillied as the air in the room made contact with the sheen of sweat developing on her. The ridges rolling against her were overstimulating; she whimpered as they moved through her. She wanted the friction, but she also wanted relief. She wanted to be good.
She hadn't begged yet. She had let Cait deny her repeatedly but had resisted begging her. The first edge had been easy, playful even. But the more Cait denied her, the more intense each one felt.
The longer this went on, the more undone Vi was on that precipice of pleasure and the more demanding her beautiful mistress became. Vi didn't just want to come; she needed to come.
She was exhausted. The muscles in her abs and thighs ached lightly, and sweat coated her; drips of it rolled down her back.
"Please, Mistress," She panted, and Caits eyes slowly roamed up from her pussy to meet her eyes.
"Please let me come," she breathed, holding eye contact. Desperation dripped from her voice.
Cait stilled her hand, and she cocked her head to the side, smiling, biting her lip as she considered it. Observing Vi intently as she decided. A queen on her throne deciding the fate of her subject.
“Please,” Vi begged, her pleasure and impatience mounted.
Cait brought her hand up to her chin and furrowed her brows in a mocking display of thoughtfulness as she considered it.
Please, Mistress," Vi panted as her legs shook.
"Please," She moaned as her pussy involuntarily clenched around the toy deep inside her
“Please,” she cried as that fraying rope pulled taut within her core.
Please she prayed
“…Stop,” Cait said flatly as if it was easy. As if it was nothing. As if this wasn't slowly driving Vi mad.
Vi stilled immediately, throwing her head back and covering her face with an arm as she yelled into it. Her whole body shook. She was so fucking close. She had been so good and gotten so fucking close. She tried to get her breathing under control, sobbing twice into her arm. Grunting with a determined effort to stop herself from simply moving her hand back to her clit and finishing. She dropped her arm and met Caitlyn's stare.
“You're killing me here, Cupcake,” she panted. She could feel her grip on her self-control slipping, and it took everything she had not to close the space between them and touch her wife.
Caitlyn just grinned like a Cheshire cat, and her hand resumed its movement between her legs. The only sound in the room was the two of them breathing and the slick wet sound of Caitlyn’s hand moving in and out of her pussy over and over. Caits stare was intense, pinning Vi where she was until Cait flung her head back as her orgasm took hold of her.
A deep moan erupted from her wife's throat, and Vi watched as her toes curled. Caits body shuddered, and her fingers stilled as she went taut, her moan cutting off and turning into a yell as she came on her hand. She could spend all day watching this woman come– watch her do anything, really. Caitlyn rode out the aftershock, opening her eyes and locking them with Vi’s once more as she moved her fingers in and out a few times before removing them.
Vi's mouth went dry as Cait slowly brought her soaked fingers to her mouth and licked her cum from them in a slow, sultry movement. Mischief sparkled in her eyes, and Vi could only gape at her, imagining that tongue on her pussy. God, she was whipped for this woman. Cait grinned wickedly and finally moved off her chair.
She closed in on Vi like a cat moving in on a cornered mouse. Vi's stomach dropped as anticipation whipped through her. She watched her wife with rapt attention as Cait approached the bed and bent over to kiss her forehead. Vi mewled pathetically, the constant edging under Caits cruel gaze making her desperate for contact.
"You’re being so good," Cait cooed at her, running her hand through her hair.” Vi could feel herself melt at the praise, a tingling warmth spreading through her as she reveled in Cait's attention.
“You will keep being good for me, won't you?" Cait asked between kisses
Vi hummed in agreement despite feeling her head shake no, her body and mind at odds with each other. She could be good– she wanted to be good for Caitlyn. She brought desperate hands to Caits waist and skated them up over her body, letting the feel of curves beneath her calloused hands ground her.
“I didn't say you could touch me, slut” Cait murmured, frowning down at her.
Vi sighed and suppressed a smile, giving Cait's hips one good squeeze before she behaved and gripped the sheets beneath her instead. She leaned into the forehead kisses, sighing again as Cait played with her hair, tracing little shapes onto the buzzed side of her head. Cait lingered while Vi enjoyed the moment, then pulled back. Grabbing another pillow from the bed, she nudged Vi's hip.
"Lift up, pet"
Vi lifted her hips while Caitlyn put the pillow beneath her. Cait stepped back and cocked her head as she observed. Vi resisted the urge to squirm under her gaze.
"Scoot towards the edge a bit more," she instructed, and Vi complied, trying not to laugh at the unintentional pun.
Caitlyn reached to bring the pillow pile closer to Vi's back so she still had some support, then pushed Vi's legs wider and grabbed her hips, angling them up a bit. She pressed slightly on Vi's shoulder so she laid back a bit more so Cait had an unobstructed view of her pussy and ass. Vi let her adjust and arrange her limbs like a rag doll until her mistress was satisfied.
"Stay,” Caitlyn said firmly, pressing one last kiss to her forehead. Cait moved, kneeling at the edge of the bed so she was nearly level with Vi's pussy, then brought her hand to the toy still buried there.
"If I move it, are you going to come?”
Vi shook her head enthusiastically, anticipation making it hard to form words. Caitlyn moved the toy, slowly pressing it in and out several times. Vi whimpered and bit down on her lip, resisting the urge to grind her hips.
Be good, she thought to herself.
Be patient, she thought as she closed her eyes and breathed through her nose.
Caitlyn removed the dildo with an agonizing slowness, so Vi felt every dip and curve of it as it moved. Vi couldn't help herself when her hips lifted slightly, grinding into nothing. When the toy was out, Caitlyn grabbed the towel they had set on the bed and wiped it off. Vi tracked her every movement like a dog waiting for a bone.
Vi knew she would get to come—eventually. They hadn't gotten too specific that afternoon when Cait had said she was in the mood to Dom, and Vi had agreed to a denial session as long as she got to finish at the end. How long would Cait decide to deny her? She didn’t know. Five edges wasn't their record, but it was close, and Vi wasn't sure she had the self-control to make it through a sixth.
Vi squirmed slightly. She felt so exposed and vulnerable. She could feel the evidence of the last edge dripping down from her pussy to the plug Cait had put in her ass earlier. Cait ran her hands along Vi's inner thighs, tickling her nails along them, torturing her with gentle touches. Vi groaned, glaring at Cait for the teasing. Her wife's fingers sent a trail of heat wherever they skimmed.
“Please touch me,” She whimpered, surprised at just how fucking desperate the words came out.
"So needy," Cait tutted. "I'm not sure you even deserve to come," her voice lilting in a sing-song tone.
Vi whimpered again and rolled her shoulders, closing her eyes and trying to center herself. “I can't take much more.”
“We’ll see,” Cait remarked before she smiled softly and trailed a hand to Vi's dripping core, lightly running a finger over her folds. Vi was so slick that there was no friction and no satisfaction to be gained from the touch.
A few edges ago, she would have tested her luck and ground herself against Cait’s hand, but she was too desperate now. She had to behave, to show her mistress that she deserved to come.
Be patient, she thought again.
Her head rolled back against the pillows again, and she closed her eyes, breathing deeply, trying to focus on Caits soft touches between her thighs. A pathetic moan escaped her.
Be good.
Caitlyn meandered her hand lower down to the plug, dragging Vi's juices to it. Vi’s breathing hitched, and her head snapped back up almost immediately.
She had been hesitant when Cait had first brought up ass play. She wasn't sure it was something she would enjoy. But her wife often put a plug in herself when they played, and Vi was curious about it. If it were pleasurable for Cait, maybe it would be for her, too.
They had started with a small silicone plug. Caitlyn showed it to her out of the bedroom, let her hold it, inspect it, and test its firmness. Then, Caitlyn showed her the flared base and explained its importance.
Vi was ready to try it two days later, so Caitlyn warmed her up for an hour that night. That was four months ago, and they had been slowly working their way up to larger plugs during their sessions. Cait had asked if Vi felt ready to move to other toys, and she had said yes, but they had yet to put it into practice.
Caitlyn began moving the plug slowly, partially pulling it out and then slowly pressing it back in. She was looking at Vi expectantly, asking a silent question. Is tonight the night ? Vi nodded to her. Feeling the toy easily gliding in and out of her ass. Moaning as she felt herself stretch around it, a tense, pleasurable heat slinking up her spine.
"Use your words, pet," Cait commanded.
Vi clenched around nothing at Cait's confident tone. Vi licked her lips, her mouth going dry. She had to drag the words out of herself- blush as she said them. "Please, play with my ass Mistress."
"Good girl," Cait soothed as she pulled the plug out.
Vi missed it instantly, and the lack of fullness left her wanting. She watched Caitlyn grab a bottle of lube from under the bed.
When did she hide that there? Vi wondered, but she didn't have time to reflect further as Cait lubed her fingers and returned to her ass.
Oh…
Caitlyn started with one finger, pressing it easily and working at a gentle rhythm.
Vi moaned into the sensation, letting her body relax around Caits finger. The texture was different from the plug and brought her a different pleasure. Cait continued for a few moments, then pressed a second finger in, bringing her other hand to Vi's clit as she did, rubbing in small circles.
The stretch was pleasurable, not painful, and Vi let herself sink into it. She ground her hips slightly, seeking friction for her clit. She could feel sweat forming on her eyebrow as she moaned. “Fuck- that feels so good.”
Caitlyn smiled and leaned in to press kisses to Vi's thighs, keeping her gentle rhythm. “You are taking it so well for me, Baby,” she said between kisses. “So good.”
Vi keened at the praise. Whimpered at it. Cait had her wrapped around her finger, figuratively and literally, and every bit of praise dragged Vi up and up closer to her release.
“I want you to take more for me,” Caitlyn said sternly.
She felt Caits hand shift, and she stilled her hips as she felt Cait exit from her and line up three fingers. Vi's hands had been relaxed at her sides but now they clawed into the sheets beneath her as Cait pressed in. Cait went slowly, and Vi tried to breathe deeply. Her body tensed. She’d gone ridgid, anticipating pain, but there hadn't been any. She was warmed up, and they had been working up to this for months.
Caitlyn's hands stilled, and she looked at her wife with an eyebrow raised.
“Green,” Vi whispered breathlessly, their safeword for all good, but Cait waited. Vi took another deep breath. “Green” Vi said, more assured, this time nodding. Cait resumed the gentle circling of her clit, but the fingers inside Vi remained still.
Vi took Caitlyn's momentary stillness to center herself, focused on the finger teasing her clit, the movements sending little sparks to her core. She could feel her pussy dripping. Could imagine it trickling down to coat Caits other hand. Her body was ready for this; she just needed her mind to get on board. Vi relaxed more, and Caits' fingers resumed their journey, pressing in and out of her. Vi gave into it, enjoying the sensation as pleasure coiled in her core.
Caitlyn started whispering praise to her again, and Vi felt herself melt back into subspace. Her head tingled as a warmth spread through her.
“You’re perfect, Vi” “You're being so good.”
“Thank you,” she whispered. Not in response to anything but just a general statement for the gorgeous woman toying with her. “Fuck, that feels so good, thank you,” She breathed.
Caitlyn pressed more kisses to her inner thigh, making Vi shiver slightly. “You look so beautiful like this, letting me use you.”
Vi wanted to be used. She loved to be used. She rolled her head as a deep moan escaped her and inched her thighs wider apart, trying to expose as much of herself as she could for her mistress. Make herself more available to be used.
Cait hummed in response, increasing her pace slightly. “Such a good pet”
“Fuck” Vi panted as her pleasure ramped up, her breathing coming in shorter pants now. She hugged herself to avoid grabbing onto Caitlyn. A deep heat settled in her core. She contracted forwards when her abs clenched, curling in on herself slightly, and looked to Cait. Pleading silently.
“Are you close?”
Vi nodded earnestly. “Please—this time, please,” she said between breaths, “please, please,” her desperation gave her voice a panicked edge.
Caitlyn shushed her soothingly. Well- it would be soothing if Vi wasn't on the edge of denial for the sixth time tonight. Caitlyn's hand stilled on Vi’s clit. Her fingers stilled as well.
Vi whimpered, the sound turning into a desperate whine. “No, please- Ineedtocome, please, Mistress-” the words tumbled out of her in one long string of desperation.
“Soon, pet.” Cait assured her as she removed her fingers.
Vi sat up more and began to protest, considering using the one word that would put an end to this if she was at her limit, but Caitlyn was grabbing the bottle of lube with one hand and the dildo from earlier with the other, and the realization hit her. Vi must have looked stunned because Caitlyn looked at her and smiled, then coated the smooth end of the dildo with lube.
“You're going to fuck my ass with that?” Vi hadn't expected to sound as shaky as she did. They had discussed trying toys. The dildo's diameter was smaller than Caits three fingers, smaller than the plug she had been wearing earlier. She knew she could take it, but nerves were still coiling in her stomach and turning into butterflies. Cait shook her head, smirking
“No, pet,” she said patiently as she held the lubed dildo out, holding eye contact. “ You’re going to fuck your ass with it.”
Vi's eyebrows shot up in realization, and her stomach dropped down to her ass. A choked sound she didn't even know she could make left her throat.
Oh god. She bit her lower lip, looking between Cait and the toy.
Oh fuck. Cait just continued to hold the dildo out to her, nodding slowly, a sinful smile spreading across her face.
Vi reached out and took the toy. Cait wiped errant lube off her hands before bringing them to Vi's thighs and giving a reassuring squeeze as she returned between Vi’s legs.
“You're ready for this pet.” She purred at her. “Show me you can take it.”
Vi’s pussy clenched in response. God, she wanted to be good. She wanted to be so good. Vi rested her empty hand over the top of Caits and squeezed, seeking more contact. She brought the dildo between her legs, readjusting herself a bit to reach over her pussy and bring it to her ass. She looked at Cait, who just nodded back to her reassuringly.
The glass was cold against her, and she jumped slightly as it made contact. Caits fingers were firmly rubbing circles into her thighs, and her eyes were locked on her. Vi pressed lightly, and the dildo glided in with ease. Vi gasped, surprised at how easily her body accepted it. The smooth, tapered end of the dildo glided smoothly into her, her grip secure on the textured end. She stilled her hand and just let herself feel for a moment. Let her body settle around the toy.
It was a completely different experience than Caits endeavors with her fingers. Unlike her mistress's fingers, the toy was firm, similar to their plugs but different still. The thicker tip tapered gently, so there was an initial pressure followed by a release as it entered, followed by a gentler pleasurable pressure as it went deeper. The lube on the glass made it slick and glided in easily.
Vis's breathing increased, and she noticed Caits did, too. Cait watched her with intent, biting her bottom lip. Her hands were still making circles on Vi's thighs.
“Can you take it deeper for me, pet?” Cait whispered, her eyes flitting between Vi's legs and her face.
Vi didn't know the answer to that, but she would try. She pressed the toy further in, groaning in pleasure as she did. That fiery heat snaked up her spine again. The dildo was considerably longer than Caits fingers. She slowly moved it deeper. She nearly had the entirety of the smooth end of the dildo buried inside herself before she eased back and let her body settle around it again. When she felt her body accept the toy, she pulled back out slowly, keeping the head of the toy inside herself she paused and then slowly moved it deeper again. She began to slowly fuck herself with it under Caits watchful gaze.
“Fuck” Cait breathed, watching the end of the toy disappear into Vi's ass, moving the hand not currently in Vi's clutched fist off the subs thigh and to her own clit.
“Fuck baby, you're doing so good,” She looked up at Vi’s face to check in. Vi was sinking into her pleasure, her head resting back into the pillow pile behind her. Her eyes were closed, and her moans turned into a gasp as she found her rhythm.
Vi had assumed it would feel good, people wouldn’t do it if it didn't. However, she was nervous. She hadn't expected it to feel this good. She moved the dildo easily, reveling in the sensation of her ass being filled. The pleasurable stretch as she fucked the toy in and out of herself. The pleasure of it scratched an itch she wasn't even aware she had.
Caitlyn said something, but Vi missed it, lost in her bliss. Cait moved then, and Vi looked up and watched as she grabbed her phone off the bedside table. She returned, turning the phone horizontally in her hand. Excitement coursed through her immediately as Vi heard the recording sound and she aimed the camera between Vi's legs.
“Fuck” she whimpered. Watching Cait watch the phone screen. Watching Cait watch her.
The filming thing wasn't new. It was one of the kinks that Cait had initiated, but Vi had instantly locked into so they incorporated it often. It didn't matter that they always deleted the footage afterward. Having it in the moment was incredibly degrading and hot. Having it at this moment, the idea of her first ass fucking being filmed nearly sent Vi over the edge.
“Look how good my pet is. Fucking her ass for me,” Caitlyn purred to the camera, her tone turning icy.
Vi’s face heated as she blushed again, and a strangled whimper escaped her. Her arm was reaching over her pussy to work the dildo, and she angled herself so her cunt pressed against it. The pressure on her clit ramped up her pleasure. It brought her up and up and up.
Cait brought the camera in closer.
“She takes it so well, doesn't she?” Caits's cold voice asked the imaginary viewers. “She's been so good with training; she's such a good little pet. Learning to take it for me,” she trailed her hand along Vi's inner thigh as she angled the camera.
Vi felt the blush bloom over her neck and chest, the degradation warming her at her core. Her forearm was slick with her cum as she humped against it every time she thrust the dildo into her ass. It made a wet sound, which she knew was loud enough for the phone to pick up, and Vi bit her bottom lip at the thought.
“Do you like being ass fucked slut?” Cait asked mockingly, addressing her now.
Vi nodded. Then yelled as Caitlyn brought her hand down to slap her inner thigh, leaving a red handprint where she had previously been trailing her fingers.
“Speak when spoken to pet.” Then Caitlyn hummed to herself and asked the camera in a pouty voice, “Should we punish her? Should we make her edge again?”
She pinched Vi's thigh next to where she had slapped it, and Vi jerked her leg in response, sweat rolling down the side of her cheek. Trying to keep her composure as the painful touches overstimulated her.
Vi was losing herself to the pleasure, the pain, the degradation, the vulnerability. She was losing herself, submitting herself to it all. It was overwhelming as pleasure was crashing over her in waves. Her orgasm came closer like flood waters rising. Her increasing pleasure mixed with her trepidation, uncertain if Cait was finally going to let her have her release. Cait had spoken to her, but words were hard to find. She struggled to form them coherently.
“I- I love it, Mistress,” she whispered
“Please,” she said a bit louder, pleading now. “Please let me come.”
“Show me how much you love it slut.” Cait commanded. Pressing down on Vi’s thighs with her hand and her elbow, preventing her from closing her legs. Moving in toward Vi’s thrusting hand, she kept the camera aimed close between Vi's legs.
Vi grunted and increased the pace of her thrusts. She ground harder into her forearm now, her hips rocking in coordination with every thrust. Humping her forearm as she moaned loudly. So close. She felt like a string being pulled taut, the pressure building inside her becoming too much.
“Look how desperate she is. She'd do anything we ask, wouldn't she?” Cait remarked, her tone cocky. Mean girl material.
Vi had a thing for mean girls. And Cait knew it. Indulged it. Exploited it.
Caitlyn giggled softly to the camera. “Next time, we’ll make her take a bigger one.”
Vi bucked at that. Her orgasm cracked through her like a lightning strike. Her eyes shuddered closed. Cait moved off her thighs as Vi yelled out and clamped her legs shut, curling to her side and in on herself. She clenched around the toy inside her as her cunt gushed against her arm. She let go of the toy and pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy, desperate for something to come around. The orgasm shuddered through her. Her body moved of its own accord. Her breathing came in sobs. She had been denied and denied, and now her orgasm was finally rushing over her, overwhelming her.
Caitlyn set the phone aside and moved up to lie beside her. She crushed their bodies together so Vi's shaking form was pressed tight against her, Vi's sweating forehead buried against her breasts. Cait wrapped her arms around her as she rode the intense wave of pleasure coursing through her. Held her until the surging storm yielded.
Vi had no idea how long it lasted. It felt like an eternity. She was sure it had to be the hardest orgasm she ever had. She stayed there as her body came down. Her screams turned into moans, whimpers, and shaky breaths. Enveloped in Caits arms. She was light-headed, with a slight buzzing in her ears. She focused on breathing as she shook against Cait, listened as she whispered to her, and rubbed swirls along her back.
“Good girl.”
“You came so good, baby.”
“I'm so proud of you.”
“You’re such a good pet.”
Vi floated there in subspace, cuddled into her mistress’s body, and reveled in the feeling.
Vi's body still shuddered with the aftershocks of her orgasm, but she eventually untangled herself from Cait's arms. Her breath made her too hot, trapped against Caits chest.
Cait gave her space, the two rolling to lay on their backs beside each other, their legs dangling off the side of the bed.
Vi felt drunk. She opened her eyes and breathed deeply, then turned her face toward Caits to kiss her cheek.
"You're incredible," she murmured into the kiss, and she could feel Cait smile. She brought her arm to Cait's face and stroked her thumb down her cheek. “That was incredible.” Cait grabbed her hand, brought it to her lips, and kissed it.
Vi pushed herself up and readjusted the pillow pile on the bed, moving them back towards the headboard, then laying back down fully on the bed. She tugged on Caits arm
"Could you lay on top of me, please?"
Cait nodded, then moved.
"Roll for a sec," she said and nudged Vi's hip
Vi rolled to her side, and Cait slowly pulled the dildo out of her and set it aside. Vi yelped and then chuckled lightly as she rolled back onto her back. Cait arranged herself on top of her.
"Did you forget that was there?" Cait asked laughing
Vi just shrugged, giggling, and wrapped her arms around Caits's torso, pulling Cait down on top of her, pressing their bodies together, and enjoying its weight. Cait nuzzled into her neck and whispered more praise-
"You make me so happy."
"You’re such a good sub."
"I love how wet you got for me."
“I loved watching you edge.”
Vi offered her praises in return.
"You’re so beautiful."
“Your fingers drive me crazy.”
"You know just how to break me."
The relentless edging had worn her out. Her head felt heavy. An intoxicating floatyness had overcome her as soon as the orgasm had finished. She was exhausted but content.
The two stayed on the bed a while, cuddling, nuzzling, and trading praise with each other. Eventually, Vi took a deep breath, feeling more grounded in her body than before they’d cuddled. She lifted her hip and rolled them so Caitlyn was under her and nuzzled kisses to her wife's neck before pushing herself up to look down at her.
"That was amazing, Cait," she said when she pulled back to look down at the beautiful woman beneath her
"You're amazing," Caitlyn replied, and Vi rolled her eyes and grinned, suppressing more giggles. That was new. It was usually Cait who got the giggles after sex. Caitlyn's hands came up, and the collar unbuckled from around Vi’s neck, letting it drop off and setting it to the side. Vi hummed happily as Caitlyn carded her hands through her short hair.
She looked at the phone Cait had used earlier and cocked an eyebrow
"Are you going to delete the video?" Cait also looked at the phone and then back to Vi
"If you want me to."
"What will you do with it if we don't delete it?" Vi looked back at her.
Cait grinned wickedly "That's for you to find out".
That sent a little shiver down Vi's body, but she just wiggled her eyebrows at her wife, grinned, and pushed herself up from her position. Caitlyn grumbled, used her arms around her shoulder, and pulled her back down, pouting. Vi just laughed and peppered her face with kisses.
"We have to clean up," she said, pulling back again. Caitlyn just groaned under her as Vi pulled against the arms on her shoulders "We’re drenched, love. At least let me go wash.” She rubbed her sweat-soaked brow against Caitlyn's face to prove her point and giggled against her.
Cait scrunched her nose and rolled her eyes but released her arms "Ugh fine" she groaned.
Vi pushed off the bed and stretched, reaching her arms up and rolling her neck, groaning as her joints popped. She stood there stretching, comfortable in her nakedness, looking down at her wife laid out on the bed. Watching Cait watch her. Vi did a dramatic bodybuilder flex and winked.
Cait scoffed and chucked the cum towel at her.
The shower ran in the bathroom as Vi cleaned herself up. Caitlyn grabbed the phone and opened the gallery. She flipped through the photos they had taken at the start of the session, Vi making a goofy face while she posed half-naked. Vi stood with her hands behind her head and her legs spread. Vi kneeling at her feet with her collar on, her eyes half-lidded, and she lay on the bed with her legs spread wide for the camera. She swiped to the video and ran her thumb along the line on the video player skimming through the footage, watching her wife fuck herself. The heat started coiling in her center, and she clicked off it. She clicked on the video settings, clicking the “Hide” option to store the video in the locked folder. Moving back to do the same for the photos. Moving the evidence of their debauchery to the private folder that, until now, had remained empty. She tossed the phone aside and then bounded off the bed to join her wife in the shower.