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Vi was in a mood.
Typically, while Caitlyn was buried in her studies, Vi was content to occupy herself. Maybe even cook up something nice for Caitlyn to munch on so she didn't starve to death while trying to achieve a perfect GPA, but it seemed that today was not one of those days. Caitlyn watched her girlfriend putter around in her peripheral vision, determined to ignore the wanton bid for attention.
"What's that?" Vi poked at a piece of decor sitting atop the mantel.
"It's a jade tree. My parents gave it to me when I left home for university," Caitlyn answered absent-mindedly, scribbling a note into the margins of the draft she was reviewing.
"And that?" This time it was a wooden carving that Caitlyn just barely remembered purchasing on a vacation. Nevertheless, she answered dutifully, as she did for the next seven inquiries.
Vi, clearly bored by Caitlyn's endless patience, huffed out a short, irritated breath, dropped herself onto the couch, her head landing on Caitlyn's shoulder. "How much longer, cupcake?"
"Not sure, darling." Caitlyn pressed an apologetic kiss to Vi's forehead, feeling no small measure of sympathy. Vi had boundless energy, and usually kept herself active enough to be worn out by the end of the day, but her classes had been cancelled and her gym was shut down for repairs. The result was a very needy girlfriend, giving Caitlyn the most dangerous puppy eyes she had ever seen. Still, she needed to stay in control of herself.
The effect of her placation didn't last long. Callused fingers found Caitlyn's thigh, tracing their way up, leaving a trail of heated goosebumps in their wake. Caitlyn's hand stopped, the ink of her pen bleeding into the paper. Vi's warm breath skimmed across Caitlyn's collarbone, and just when she thought her self-control could not be pushed any further, Vi pulled out the big guns.
"Daddy… I need you."
Caitlyn was sure she felt her pen crack in her grip. She threw the now useless stationery onto the table, her free hand curling around Vi's bicep. Her gait was hurried yet purposeful, and she refused to acknowledge the shit-eating grin on Vi's face.
"Strip," she commanded once they reached her bedroom, not waiting long enough to see if Vi was following through. Caitlyn knew she was.
Instead, she began rifling through her play drawers, extracting the appropriate tools for her plan. When she turned around, she had to swallow back a snort.
"I'm ready." Vi wiggled her eyebrows from the bed. She was propped up on her side, legs thrown wide open. Caitlyn allowed herself to admire the gorgeous cut of her girlfriend's body. From her broad shoulders, to her carved biceps, then to her perky tits, the barbell piercings winking dangerously at Caitlyn under the dimmed lights. Caitlyn bit her lip, her gaze still roving over chiselled abs, thick thighs, and most especially—the glistening mound of coarse pink curls, so thick they covered the treasure underneath.
"I can see that," Caitlyn purred, advancing on her unsuspecting little puppy. She leaned down, ghosting her lips over Vi's throat, gently pushing until Vi was on her back. While she was distracted, Caitlyn grabbed Vi's wrist, hooking one end of the handcuff around it and clicking it shut. Vi froze, lips parted in utter shock as the other wrist met a similar fate, the chain of the cuffs locking into a nifty hook Caitlyn had gotten installed on her bedpost.
Caitlyn stepped back to admire her handiwork. Over a hundred and eighty pounds of glorious, powerful muscle, overpowered by a few simple touches. It was almost enough for her to cut Vi's punishment short and get to the fun part.
"Cait," Vi whined sadly, spreading her legs even more as though the action would entice Caitlyn enough to forget her transgressions. Caitlyn would never admit it, but Vi's assumption wasn't entirely off base.
"Be good for me, puppy," Caitlyn cooed, giving Vi one last peck before leaving her to her predicament. She left the door open, in case Vi needed to call out her safe word, and went back to wind up the work that filled up her coffee table.
After the initial pleading, the sounds echoing from her bedroom died down, and Caitlyn assumed that Vi had accepted her consequences, and was probably pouting her way through the timeout. She should have known better.
It was when she was stacking up the last of the assignments she was grading that she heard the sound of moans. She stiffened, whirling around and marching into the bedroom to see Vi, holding the now unlatched handcuffs in one hand, the other stuffed between her legs. Caitlyn gawped and Vi had the audacity to wink at her. Caitlyn wanted to smack that cocky smirk off her face so much.
"You're so mean," Vi panted, eyes half-glazed over as she thrusted two fingers into her wet heat. "Abandoning me here, so desperate for you."
"How in the bloody—" Caitlyn blustered, hands clenching at her sides. "Were they broken?" They couldn't possibly have been; they were new, and besides, Caitlyn had checked if they were secure before leaving the bedroom.
Vi shrugged, the handcuffs landing on the floor in a noisy clatter. "Got targeted by Enforcers enough as a kid, I learnt how to undo 'em." With that hand now free, she crooked her fingers at Caitlyn. "Won't you join me, Daddy?" she requested so damn sweetly, it nearly gave Caitlyn a toothache.
And like a weak sailor in the path of a siren, she followed.
"So that means that every time I've used handcuffs on you…"
"I knew how to get out of them."
Caitlyn reached Vi, sitting down on the edge of the bed. For a moment, she just watched, content to admire her girlfriend in the throes of pleasure while she came up with a new plan of action.
"Does it feel good, puppy?" Caitlyn asked, gently tucking a stray piece of her behind Vi's ear. The question was seemingly innocuous, quiet, measured, and subtle enough to lead Caitlyn's prey into a false sense of security.
"Not as good as you, Daddy." Vi batted her eyelashes at Caitlyn, nuzzling into the tender touch still pressed against her cheek. Caitlyn took the opportunity to grab Vi's face, squeezing until her lips puckered out.
"Well, allow me to fix that." Caitlyn released Vi's cheeks before knocking her hand away from her pretty cunt. Her fingers sunk in with an easy glide, and she marvelled at the tight, buttery walls clenching around her so beautifully. "Your fingers just can't reach as deep as Daddy's, can they? They can't fill you the same way I can."
Caitlyn clicked her tongue sympathetically in tandem with Vi's gasping nods. She pistoned into Vi with clear-cut purpose, fingers crooked just a little to press against the g-spot. Under her, Vi trembled and shivered, clawing at the sheets as she neared the edge of her first orgasm.
"Nngh—Daddy, you're so good." Vi rolled her hips, meeting Caitlyn thrust for thrust. "You make me feel—ahhn—so good."
Something preened inside Caitlyn. That familiar monster that always tore at her restraints, gnawing for a chance to rip Vi to shreds before putting her back together. Tonight, Caitlyn had decided, she would give in to the monster. She felt Vi's walls tighten, preparing for a long-awaited release.
"Please, Daddy," Vi begged, back arching upwards. Her fist landed in Caitlyn's lap, thumb reverently running back and forth over the rifle tattoo. "Please, pleaseeeee. I want to—I need to come. I'm so close, please—"
"Shh, it's okay." Caitlyn's free hand landing on top of Vi's perpetually bruised knuckles. "You don't need to ask tonight. Just come for me."
Vi groaned, her legs closing around Caitlyn's wrist as she shivered through a climax, the pleasure rolling through her in waves. Caitlyn let her ride the orgasm, and when it faded she switched positions. Vi's body was pliant and easily gave way for Caitlyn to push her thighs apart again and settle between them. Without a word, she pushed her fingers back into Vi, taking a moment to admire the appreciative moan Vi let out before bending down to lap at Vi's clit.
The result was immediate.
"Daddy!" Vi sobbed, still reeling from the high of her earlier peak. Her hands found Caitlyn's hair, resting against the base of her ponytail. Caitlyn responded in kind, wrapping her lips around the thick nub and sucking on it like drinking milkshake through a straw. She had to wrap her left arm around Vi's middle just to keep her steady. Just to make sure that there was no escaping this.
Vi's next orgasm was hard and fast. Caitlyn barely even realised it was coming on this time until Vi was jerking sharply, too overcome by the sensations to temper her strength.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Vi chanted, high-pitched and breathless.
Unlike before, Caitlyn offered no reprieve. She kept going, drinking down every drop of Vi's musky and salty wetness like a woman starved all her life. Her fingers kept slamming, practically bullying Vi's pussy into a third wave. Vi's grip on her hair grew rough, and desperate.
That was not to be borne. The transgression made something rage inside Caitlyn, dark and vicious. She yanked herself off Vi, if only to shove Vi's limbs away. One hand snaked into the back of Vi's head, curling around the shaggily cut locks, tugging backwards until Vi cried out and grew limp. Her face was flushed and sweaty, dark streaks of mascara running down her cheeks.
"You were the one who wanted this, weren't you? Begging for Daddy's attention, demanding to be noticed," Caitlyn snarled. Vi shuddered under the electric gaze, barely able to stutter out an apology, realising, far too late, that she had fallen into the trap, as if it had been second nature.
"Well, now you're going to take it until I'm done with you. And I am not even close yet."
Vi was an absolute wreck. Each muscle in her body was shaking, and Caitlyn couldn't help delighting in it.
"I thought this felt good, puppy." Caitlyn frowned in faux concern, driving her hips forward again. The bright blue dildo nestled itself deeper, and Vi's cunt sucked it in so prettily. It had been over an hour, and Vi had squeaked and whimpered her way through three more orgasms at Caitlyn's mercy—now on her hands and knees as Caitlyn built up to another mind-numbing peak.
This position might've been her favourite. The intricate detailing on Vi's back, swirling clouds and harsh lines, shiny with sweat and flexing under Caitlyn's brutal thrusts was a sight to behold. Caitlyn found herself mesmerised, single-mindedly pumping into Vi as the ribbed base of the strap-on rubbed against her own aching clit.
"Daddy's close too," Caitlyn murmured. The proclamation stirred Vi into action, and she made a valiant, but rather useless, effort to push back against the dildo, provide some additional stimulation.
Caitlyn chuckled, raking her nails down the tattoo. "What a good boy, trying to make Daddy feel good. You're just so sweet, aren't you, darling?"
"Wanna be good." Vi's voice was hoarse from screaming, and she was just barely able to puff out the words. Caitlyn moaned, lessening her speed to gain the momentum to go deeper.
"You're. So. Good," Caitlyn grunted out each word in between each thrust, gritting her teeth in an effort to ground herself. It worked for about a minute, but when Vi's body convulsed violently, tripping off the edge of her sixth orgasm of the night, Caitlyn lost all control. Her vision blurred at the edges, every sensation boiling down to pure, blissful heat.
"Fuck!" Aftershocks of pleasure tugged in the pits of Caitlyn's core, and she was forced to slow down. Beneath her, Vi had collapsed into a boneless pile on the mattress, slow, and dumb, and happy, if the silly smile was anything to go by. Caitlyn pulled out, unbuckling the harness and leaving it on the floor to be cleaned later.
"Hi there," Caitlyn whispered, pinching Vi's chin between her fingers.
"Hey, cupcake," Vi responded, a slight slur to her words.
Caitlyn chuckled, reaching for a bottle in the minifridge next to her bed. "Learned your lesson, puppy?"
Vi gulped down the water greedily, a few droplets leaking out the sides of her mouth. Once sated she curled up around Caitlyn's body, resting her chin on the edge of Caitlyn's shoulder. "Oh yeah, I learned lots." She punctuated the end of the sentence with a cheeky wink.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, letting it go for now. After all, she had lots of time to reiterate that particular part of Vi's education.