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“Have you ever done anything about that?” Vi asks, when both of them are soaked in sweat and afterglow, breaking the silence that before only their labored breath had filled. The sheets are – gone, lost over the edge of the mattress while they were lost in eachother. It’s too cold to sleep without it, but Caitlyn’s sure that Vi can’t be arsed to get up and use their legs after pumping a strap into their girlfriend for that long. It’ll take the two of them a while to cool off from the warmth created by the exertion anyways.
Caitlyn squints at her boyfriend and screws up her face. “What a thing to say to someone after you’ve been fucking them for an hour. Would you like to specify?"
Laughing and nuzzling into their girlfriend’s soft, sex mussed hair, Vi acquiesces. “The voyeurism, I mean. You really like it when I start running my mouth about what people would think, how much I think they’d like to see you. I was just wondering if you’ve ever indulged in it.”
Caitlyn cranes her head up to look at them. “I mean. That’s not really something that’s socially acceptable to do. I’m not going to deliberately have sex with you somewhere someone is going to catch us, no matter how attractive the theoretical idea is. It’s, I don’t know, indecent.” Caitlyn’s brow is furrowed, trying to understand what Vi’s getting at.
“I mean like a club, baby.” Vi says, soft, gentle, loving. Enamored with her.
“Of course I’ve been to a club, Vi. We’ve gone together. Did I actually screw your brains out?”
Vi sighs, laughing lightly, and apparently readjusts how they’re coming at this conversation. “A sex club, Cait. A place for you to go and have sex in front of people where that’s, like, the point of it. Or with people, but I don’t know how into that you are.”
“Oh. I, um.” Suddenly flustered, Caitlyn has to take a moment, the dark red flush that she got during sex fading into a very different one, pink and cute. Showing her embarrassment. “Is that something that’s feasible?”
“Yeah. If you want it.”
Caitlyn bites down on her lip before responding, worrying it and showing off her tooth gap. “I’d like that, I think. The– in front of people. Who are interested in it.”
Vi grins at her, obviously enjoying their girlfriend’s discomfort, the sadist. “You’re cute, Cupcake. I thought you might be into that. Why don’t we talk about it more later so we can get to sleep and you can think about boundaries, okay?”
“That sounds good.” Caitlyn says, snuggling into the rumpled fitted sheet. “Spoon me.”
“I need to get the top sheet and stuff from the floor.”
“So you hate me?” Caitlyn asks plaintively, her hands wrap around Vi’s waist, keeping them anchored.
“No baby, but you’re going to get cold in twenty minutes and want them.”
The answer is a drawn out, “Fiiiine,” and Caitlyn releasing them while Vi laughs and swats her away, stepping onto the floor and picking up the bed clothes before spreading them out over their girlfriend and slipping back under them. Caitlyn scoots her butt into the cradle of Vi’s hips, and they wrap an arm over her.
“Mmm,” Caitlyn murmurs appreciatively, snuggling in deeper.
“I love you Cait.” Vi says, kissing the top of her head.
“Love you too,” Caitlyn returns, before burying her face in the pillow and promptly drifting off into sleep.
-
Caitlyn brings it up while they’re at dinner the next night, because it just seems appropriate to discuss over sushi.
“Is there somewhere local we could go?” She asks while dipping a california roll in soy sauce, directly before dropping it in her mouth, intentionally delaying her ability to continue.
“Yeah. There’s a good place in town. They keep it clean, has a good atmosphere, are cool about gay people… It’s nice.” There’s the lightest blush coloring Vi’s cheeks, peeking out from under their freckles.
Caitlyn swallows her food. “Mmm? I didn’t actually assume you’d been before, when you brought it up. I’m the voyeur, and all. What led to you doing that?”
“Well, I’ve only gone with a group of people before. Y’know, for like, orgy stuff. But we kind of match, actually. I like putting my sub on display, encouraging people to look at how good I’m fucking them, you know? I think it would be a lot of fun.”
“That doesn’t surprise me about you.” Caitlyn murmurs while pushing a slice of ginger around on her plate. “Like showing everyone how much of a whore I am, do you?”
“‘Course baby, you’re real pretty when you’re being a whore.”
“So, for you, all the time then?”
Vi winks and makes a clicking noise with their tongue before returning to their miso.
Caitlyn rolls her eyes at them, fondness and something like arousal fluttering in her stomach.
“So when would we do this?”
“Depends on work probably, and how busy you want it to be. If you’d like to go when there’s not likely to be a whole lot of people then we should probably wait until I’m off early on a Thursday or something. If you don’t mind how many people there are, we can go any time you’d like.”
Caitlyn considers it and flushes and the circle her brain does. “The idea of it not being as busy for the first time is nice… but I don’t really want to wait until you have a day off, that doesn’t happen very often.”
Vi's right eyebrow shoots up, and their smile becomes predatory. “Eager, are we, sweet thing?”
“Oh please be quiet. We’re in a public setting right now that very much would not appreciate us being explicit in front of them.”
“I don’t know, some of them might like it.” Vi muses demurely.
Caitlyn throws a napkin at them, suddenly tired of the topic for the time being.
-
Caitlyn likes it when Vi tapes. Though she’s fond of their chest no matter how they have it. She likes the sleekness of a binder, how it looks, how it makes Vi feel, they way that they can forget they have it on. Sometimes when they're home alone Vi doesn't wear anything, let's Caitlyn see and touch them in a way that, generally, people aren't allowed to. Caitlyn likes that too, but for different reasons. The vulnerability of that, that trust and Vi's bravery at being able to cross the wires of who they know they are and who Caitlyn sees them as without any fear that they don't align.
Caitlyn but there’s something about the ambiguity and blurred lines of that skin both bound and without the restrictions of their binder and makes her feel all sorts of things.
Vi isn’t wearing a shirt, but their sleek red leather jacket and distressed black jeans that hug them in all the right places.
All the way that they had walked to the club from where their ride had pulled up, Caitlyn's eyes had been drawn to the swaying muscle of Vi's ass like it had its own gravitational pull.
There’s a nip in the air and a light breeze, but Vi doesn’t seem bothered, quite the opposite of Caitlyn, whose skin has erupted in goose bumps.
“Here’s an idea,” She says as they walk, trying to tug the hem of her dress down to keep more of her legs covered. “How about next time, the one of us who cannot get warm even when wedged between an actual heater and a human one wears the jeans and jacket and you wear the virgin killer sweater.”
“Not that I wouldn’t do anything for you, but I don’t think it would fit great.” Vi chuckles. “You’re too tall.”
“We could get you a different one, that’s just for you. It could even be black to match your punk aesthetics.”
“...Are you buying it for me?”
“Of course darling, it would be more for me than you, after all.”
Vi laughs and taps Caitlyn’s ass as they walk into the club, the thick lilac material of the backless dress muting the impact. “We can talk about the concept of my definitely very intact virginity later, yeah?"
Caitlyn gives a distracted, “Yeah,” now focused on assessing her new environment. It’s fairly well lit for what she was expecting, and has a very modern and open interior design. The decor is all chrome and warm grays, accented with seafoam leather on the furniture. There's a bar on the wall to the left of the door, and a leather (or pleather more likely) couch that runs along the length of the wall behind them and continues to the right. There's an unoccupied low rise stage past the bar, and bass heavy pop music is playing throughout the room. It's decently full without being crowded, but they are there rather early, it's not yet past seven and the sun's still shining outside.
"Do you wanna go get something to drink?" Vi asks, bringing Caitlyn back to the present to answer her boyfriend's question.
"Yes, I think I'd like something to do with my hands."
Vi's eyebrows crease a little at that, and they step in further, nuzzling Caitlyn's forehead and ask, "You still okay with everything, baby?"
"Yes." Caitlyn responds, looking at them sincerely. "I'm nervous, but I know I want to do this, and I know you're going to make sure I'm okay."
"Okay. Good," Vi breathes, pressing a quick press to her lips before lacing their hands together and walking briskly towards the bar.
Vi had explained at one point that most sex clubs don’t serve alcohol, either because of state regulations or because it was asking for consent risks, but that this one still has a bar, and serves glorified mocktails alongside a bunch of different sodas and sports drinks in fancy glasses. They order their drinks, a lemon water for Caitlyn and a blue Powerade for Vi that is served in a glass with ice for some reason. They look at the offered beverage with suspicion for a moment after being handed it, before rolling their eyes and shrugging.
They end up standing beside a table that their drinks are set on after that, on the border between the open floor and the couches. There are a couple of people kissing and petting, but another thing that Vi had explained in their preparatory talks was that people didn’t actually fuck in the main room, but split off into different ones so that there was a common, ‘safe’, area.
This whole escapade wasn't the first time in the two of their kink lives together that Caitlyn had been grateful for Vi's previous experience with the way things involved with it tend to work, but it was a very good example of it.
Vi prowls around Caitlyn like a predator once they’re settled, their eyes hot and assessing as they pace in a slow circle around her. They've got a wolfish, bemused grin on their face, like they can't wait to get Caitlyn further into her predicament.
While completing their assessment, Vi's hand reaches out and they dip their index and middle fingers into Caitlyn's drink. They bite their lip, showing off their canines, a purposeful action for Caitlyn's benefit. It worked, sending a pulse into her gut.
Then they stepped forward to press those two, thick and calloused fingers against Caitlyn's lips, who hesitates, glancing around to gauge the people around them, and if this was too explicit an act for the lounge area. One glance just tells her that they're not being watched, and that it’s probably not too much anyways, and she obediently opens her mouth, flicking her tongue between the digits. Vi's fingers taste like sweat, whatever of Caitlyn's lipstick that they just rubbed off, and the lemon water that they were just dipped in. Caitlyn takes the fingers all the way into her mouth and sucks, meeting Vi’s eyes as she does.
“Are you still doing good?” Vi asks, their face close enough for Caitlyn to feel their breath.
“Mmmhm,” Caitlyn responds, humming around their fingers.
“Good girl.” Vi purrs, withdrawing their fingers and pressing a kiss in their wake, a quiet “Come here,” growled against her lips.
Hands wrap around Caitlyn’s ass, and pull her in so that she’s flush against her boyfriend’s chest. The promiscuously short cut of the sweater dress means that she can feel the tips of Vi’s fingers against her bare skin. Vi’s warm and solid against her, so confident and sure and Caitlyn can feel it seeping into her and making everything easier. Perfect boy.
Vi pulls both of them to the couch that’s on the other side of the table, sitting down and placing Caitlyn in their lap. Once they’re there Caitlyn goes in for another kiss, open mouthed and needy now, caught up in just how much she loves this person, mind and body. Vi meets her in it, sucking on her offered tongue. It takes Caitlyn a moment to actually care that they’re making out in a public place, despite it being the whole reason that they’re here. It’s partially because it’s not even the most publicly affectionate they’ve ever been, and partially because Vi and being close to them and their lips and tongue and teeth are just more important.
That is until Vi slips that had under the hem of the sweater and there’s nothing but the thin silk slip of Caitlyn’s panties keeping them separate.
“Vi,” She gasps into their mouth, squirming. Caitlyn’s fairly sure that at least some of her underwear must be exposed to the rest of the club now, and it causes a enticing mix of shame and excitement coil in her stomach.
“Yes?” Vi responds, their eyebrows raised in a facade of innocence.
“I thought you said that you weren’t allowed to be explicit out here.”
“If you find me having my hand under your skirt to be explicit then I need to work harder at educating you.”
Caitlyn glares down at them, huffing.
“We’re just petting right now, baby. It’s fine. I promise I’ll tell you when it’s time for us to go to a room. Be a good girl for me and focus on me, and the things that I’m going to do to you for everyone to get an eyeful of, okay?”
the condescending tone of the statement is intentional, and causes Caitlyn to rub her thighs together. Vi trails their other hand over Caitlyn’s sweater clad collarbones to brush against the collar situated over the hollow of her throat. This is one of what is at this point a collection, thinner than either of them usually prefers, almost able to be mistaken for a layman’s choker. The higher collar of the sweater means that the brass tag engraved with the same numeral writing of Vi’s name as exists on their face sits over the fabric instead of on Caitlyn’s skin.
“Beautiful girl,” Vi breathes, tugging the tag between their fingers and making Caitlyn shiver. “All mine, huh? I get to fuck you in front of all these people and show them how much of a little whore my sub is, but I always get to take you home with me. I love that.”
“I’m glad you do.”
Their mouths come together again, hungry and hot. Caitlyn pushes the hand that isn’t holding her up into Vi’s hair, pulling on it at the roots, the dried hair gel therein crunching dully in protest and making her boyfriend groan into her mouth. The hand that is under Caitlyn’s dress continues its odyssey, Vi threading their index finger under the thin waistband of their girlfriend's underwear, twisting and toying with it, daring it to snap under the rough treatment. Their other hand is placed on the small of Caitlyn’s back, warm palm against cool bare skin, keeping her secure in their lap.
Caitlyn hears a giggle to their right, and swivels her head to a group of three young adults, younger than the two of them, glancing their way and blushing when they see that they’ve been noticed. Caitlyn watches Vi wink at them, feels a tug in her lower belly that causes a flood of moisture in her already beginning to become uncomfortable panties, before Vi has their mouth on her again, this time moving to nip at the soft spot behind the hinge of her jaw.
“See how pretty you are? Everyone wants to look.”
“I’m not entirely sure that they weren’t looking at you,” Caitlyn groans as Vi presses their teeth to her neck and then laves at it with their tongue.
“You're the one that I’ve put on display, if it were me I don’t think I’d be able to look away from the sight of your slick cunt dripping an outline into your knickers.”
“Mmm.”
Vi laughs breathily, not hiding their own affectedness very well anymore. “Easy, sweetheart, I’m not done yet.”
“What if I am? What if I’m tired of being teased and want you to fuck me?”
“That’s sad, because needy little bottoms don’t get to choose.”
“Fuck you,” Caitlyn grumbles into her boyfriend’s shoulder, wishing more than anything that they’d shift their hand and palm her through the fabric. Just needing something pressed against her, some kind of touch other than the irritation on wet fabric being pulled taught against her pussy by Vi’s prodding and twisting fingers.
Caitlyn breaks, words slipping out of her mouth unbidden.
“I want it, I want it, Vi please please fuck me, I promise I’ll be good for it please.”
“You beg so pretty,” They praise her, dragging their tongue up the shell of Caitlyn’s ear. “But I want to play with you a little longer. That’s your job, isn’t it? Being my plaything? I thought that was what you wanted more than for me just to fuck you? We could always go home and deprive everyone the sight of your cute little pussy if all you need is to get fucked like you want.”
Caitlyn’s brain goes fuzzy as Vi talks, the words practiced and crafted to make her obey her Dom. She did want to. She did want Vi to fuck her while people watched, that was the whole reason for this escapade. Her body’s carnal desperation was set at odds with her mental desire to be put in her place. For Vi to be the one putting her there. But Vi’s very good at convincing their girlfriend to prioritize. That’s one of the things that makes their scenes such bliss, at least on Caitlyn’s part.
Vi releases their hold on her, Caitlyn popping back up into an upright position in their lap.
“You should take a drink,” Vi says, conversationally, as if the last words that had left their mouth hadn’t absolutely soaked in sin. “Make sure to keep hydrated while you’re losing all those fluids in other ways.”
Caitlyn blinks at them. “I might also need some ointment for the whiplash.”
Vi giggles and presses their face into Caitlyn’s neck, nuzzling her. “Fuck, shit.” They mumble, before leaning back again to look at her. “You aren’t supposed to make me laugh when I’m being a big mean Dom, Cait.”
“Apparently I’m not well enough trained, then.” She wiggles her ass against their lap, feeling the telltale bulge of Vi’s excitement meeting her.
“You really are cruising for a bruising, you know that?”
“I might have suspected.”
Vi shakes their head at her, in mock disappointment. “Such a shame. Come on, little degradation slut. It seems I need to spend some time training you.”
They end up in a different room, smaller, with lower lights, and several different kinds of furniture, all upholstered with that same soft pleather as the bench in the main area, but in this room all of the furniture is black.
It’s not overflowing with people by any means, but there’s a handful of other groups, which Caitlyn’s still nervous brain doesn’t really let her focus on. There’s also a few people just watching and the idea that fairly quickly they’re going to be watching her makes her insides churn with excitement.
Vi finds a place in a loveseat, leaning back into it and spreading their legs like a king on a throne. It makes Caitlyn’s mouth water. There’s an artful ripped spot on the inside of the thigh in their jeans and she’s standing there dumbly, trying to figure out a way to hook her fingers into it and–
“Sit down, slut.” Vi barks, arousal turning their voice to gravel.
Caitlyn moves to sit in their lap, but they quickly redirect her, capturing her hands and holding them up to bend Caitlyn’s elbows, and pushing them down to direct her to the ground. Caitlyn does, kneels on the lightly padded (likey for this exact reason) floor between her boyfriend’s legs, straight backed and with her hands now released to fall to her sides.
Vi raises an eyebrow at the readiness she assumes the position with. “Do you think you’re going to get something?” Their fingers stroke over the collar, tugging the tag again, before coming to rest under Caitlyn’s head and hold it up.
She shakes her head lightly, as the fingers holding her will allow. “No, sir, I don't expect anything, but there is something I would very much like to do that I usually end up doing when you have me sit like this.”
Vi knew, of course they knew, how could they not, but they made Caitlyn beg anyways. “And what is that? Would you like to ask me real pretty for it and see if I take pity on you?”
“Want to suck you off.” Caitlyn offers, eyes flitting down from meeting her Dom’s eyes like a good girl to the bulge of an erection that she can see in Vi’s crotch. “Please? Want to have you in my mouth and worship your cock and make you feel good, sir, please?”
Vi’s hand brushes down between their legs, teasing both themself and Caitlyn in the process. “What, this? Is this what you want, baby?” They pop the button and drag their zipper down and scoot their ass out of the jeans, leaving them in their red silk boxers, nothing hiding the wet patch at the front of them. Very little obscuring the T-dick under the fly.
Caitlyn whines, wiggling with anticipation. Vi rolls their eyes at her, moving from holding her chin to the back of her collar, making sure it was positioned so as to not hurt Caitlyn while they held her with it.
“Okay?” They ask, allowing the hardened exterior to crack for another moment.
“Perfect,” Caitlyn breathes, closing her eyes and allowing the pressure on her throat, never enough to restrict her breathing, but enough to wrap around her, remind her of how owned, degraded, and taken care of she was. She loved it, they both did.
“Good,” Vi responds, before also shuffling their boxers off. They’re not shy about touching themself, dragging a pair of fingers through their folds to dampen them before swirling them around their cock and pulling its hood back while their dick flexes eagerly into the attention. They’re rock hard, swollen and absolutely not in need of any kind of foreplay, and Caitlyn knows that this is wholly for her benefit.
-
Months ago, before they’d ever had sex and were only even shakily refering to their relationship as ‘dating’, Caitlyn had asked them about it, shy and apologetic. She’d known that Vi was on testosterone, known about the dysphoria they sometimes had about their chest. But any time that they made out, got close to that line where someone’s hand crossed under a waistband, everything stuttered and it ended up just not happening.
So eventually Caitlyn had worked up the courage to ask. Vi had blushed and started picking at their cuticles, not meeting her eyes.
“You know that I could never dislike anything about you, right?”
“I know, Cupcake, but it's just one of those things that’s always hard to talk about no matter how much I trust and or like the person I’m talking about it with. It's… a sensitive part of me, you know?”
It’s a hard thing for Caitlyn to hear, even then, so used to them being this brash, brave source of light in her life.
“I understand that. But I also hope you know that it doesn’t bother me at all. I like you for you, and that means all of you.”
Vi presses a quick kiss against her lips, smiling. “Okay. Yeah. So I do have bottom dysphoria, but it’s a lot less than before I was on T. I’ve got pretty decent bottom growth now, and that alleviates a lot of it. I also pack a lot of the time, but I’m assuming that you’ve noticed that. So depending on how I’m feeling I’ve either got a bigger dick or a littler one, but it’s always there.”
“Okay.” Caitlyn says, trying to project acceptance. She hates that anyone might have ever made them feel like any part of themself, especially one that made them feel better about their gender, was in any way wrong. “That’s fine with me, and also what I assumed. Do you think you’d like to show me some time soon?”
They get a wicked grin, but don’t lose that blush. “Yeah I think I can imagine that happening pretty soon. Thanks, Cait, that did make me a lot more sure about it.”
And that had been the start of a very special spark between them.
-
“Baby,” Caitlyn pleads, back in the present. “Please. I want–”
“Hush. It doesn’t matter what you want, cuckslut. I can’t just give you whatever you want, you know that wouldn’t be as fun for either of us.”
Caitlyn just glowers at them, watching her boyfriend tease their dick and squirming with anticipation.
“Beg me again and maybe I’ll take pity on you.”
“Yes Master, please, I want to please you. I want to keep your dick warm with my mouth and suck you off please, I need it, need to make you feel good, please baby.” Caitlyn is almost in a trance as she begs, only grounded by the floor pressing into her knees and the pressure of her collar against her neck.
Vi regards her like it’s funny, like they’re bemused and unaffected, like Caitlyn can’t see their dick twitching and straining as she rambles.
“Fine, then.”
Caitlyn moans when Vi finally releases the back of her collar, allowing her to lunge forward and finally wrap her mouth around the warmth and firmness of Vi's erection.
Vi's hand slides from the collar up into Caitlyn's hair, pulling her into them. She lets out an affirmative little "mmm," at the contact before swirling her tongue around the twitching appendage, pushing the hood back and sucking. Caitlyn adores this, tasting the salt and musk that is Vi’s cock, which isn’t the same as their pussy, connected but different. She loves how sensitive it is, that no matter how deep into their hard-Dom persona they are, Caitlyn can drag her tongue along the base of it and make Vi gasp and buck up into her mouth.
There’s a sharp tug in her hair where Vi’s pulling her up and away from her target once again.
“Mmph!” She protests, turning to glare at them, affronted at having the prize that she worked so hard for yanked from her grasp.
“I thought you said you just wanted to make me feel good and be my cock warmer? Behave. I’ll fuck your face later, once you prove that you deserve it.”
Caitlyn doesn’t remember that being exactly what she said, but is in no mood to argue and have all of her privileges revoked. When Vi lets her return to her spot she’s purposefully much less ravenous, sucking gently and pressing with her tongue instead of licking.
“There’s my good girl. Just like that until I tell you otherwise, huh little cocksleeve?”
Caitlyn glances up at her boyfriend, not sure what expression she expects them to have on their face, but the gooey, loving one she finds there is not it. It’s certainly not unwelcome, however. She reaches a hand up to squeeze their calf, acknowledging it. Vi starts gently scratching patterns into Caitlyn’s scalp, lazy and perfect, causing her brain to buzz pleasantly as she continues to slowly work Vi’s dick.
At some point Caitlyn’s eyes close, focused on the triplet pleasant sensations of Vi’s nails, the weight of the collar, and the dick in her mouth.
“Look at you,” Vi croons, not stopping their scratching. “All focused on making me feel good, can’t even see all the eyes that are glued to your thick ass. I bet they wish they were right here under your mouth, huh? Maybe you’d like it too huh, sucking off someone else for me to watch? But only for me, they don’t really matter, right? It’s all about showing off how fucking sexy you are and that you’re all mine, right? That’s what gets you off?”
“That and the reverse of it,” She mumbles, garbled by speaking around their cock, careful to not touch anything too hard, still focused on the task of warming instead of sucking.
“Oh?”
“Anyone looking at you and wishing they were me, being the only one you really care about.” Vi can’t see Caitlyn blushing with the position of her face, but she very much is.
“You can be so possessive, sweetheart, it’s hot.”
“Yes well, I think that’s something that we agree on.”
“Yeah, no one else is allowed to play with my toy, are they? They just get to look and be jealous.”
“Careful love, you’re starting to sound like you get more out of this than just being here for me.” Caitlyn murmurs smugly, around her charge.
“Oh hush, bottom.”
Caitlyn keeps at her task, gently licking and pressing at them, on being a good girl and keeping her top’s cock warm. She can feel Vi losing their composure under her, slowly twitching or thrusting more into her mouth, until eventually they grit out a “dammit”, and grab at Caitlyn’s collar again.
“Do you want your face fucked, cock warmer?”
“Mh, yes please sir, I’d love that.”
“Good.” Vi tugs on the collar, holding Caitlyn into their groin as they start thrusting into her mouth in earnest. Caitlyn’s eyes roll back in her head pleasantly, her focus shifted to sucking and rubbing her tongue along the tip of Vi’s dick, stimulating it.
Caitlyn squeezes her thighs together, so tempted to touch herself as Vi gets off in her mouth, but knowing full well that Vi would never let her cum if she did, and she’s not interested in edging and no resolution being the content of her first sex club experience. She fists her hands in the hem of her sweater, determined to focus on pleasuring Vi and simply anticipating anything that she might get.
“Oh fuck, Caitlyn, god baby.” Vi’s thighs are clenching around Caitlyn’s head, and their voice has gotten wobbly and strained, losing all of the edge that it had previously possessed. “Good girl, ‘gonna make me cum, fuck fuck.”
Vi goes tautas they cum, their dick twitching and straining in Caitlyn’s mouth as she feels a flood of moisture flow out of Vi’s cunt and onto her chin. Their hands clench and scratch at her scalp, making it tingle from the pressure.
They let out a deep breath and look down at her, stormy eyes dark and dilated. “Heh. See? Look at how good you are at that. Definitely worth incurring little jealousy, in my opinion.” Their voice is scratchy and quiet, and Caitlyn revels in it.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” She says, feeling the translucent strings connecting her chin to Vi's pussy snap as she pulls her head up to look at them.
“Me too. Did you?”
“Enjoy myself? Yes, of course.”
“How much?" Vi has quickly become predatory again. "You didn’t soak your pussy and make a mess of those nice expensive panties, did you?”
“No, sir,” Caitlyn squeaks, even though they both know it to be a bold faced lie. She can feel her arousal coating the insides of her thighs, far past her underwear’s jurisdiction.
Vi grins at her, excited that Caitlyn decided to play along with their game. “Oh, that’s a shame. I would have thought you liked having the privilege of sucking me off more than that.”
“Hey, no, wait, that’s not–!”
“Don’t interrupt.” Vi growls at her, tugging on the collar. “I was thinking I could rip them off for you, give you something to fill that needy, aching cunt of yours, but if you’re not turned on enough for that, I guess maybe you don’t like being here after all, do you? Maybe I should just take you home and just get you off once with the vibe, nice and easy hm?"
"No, no baby please, I lied, I’m so wet, so fucking wet for you, oh, please fuck me I promise I want it.”
Vi lets out a contempt filled little ‘hrmph’ before hooking their fingers under the band of the collar, right against Caitlyn’s pulse point, making her swallow and dragging her up until her knees are even with their lap.
“You know better than to lie to me, don’t you? Did you just feel like being a brat, or were you trying to get something out of me?"
“I thought you might fuck me faster if I played hard to get.” She says, the words running together with the speed says them at.
“You’re such a needy, dumb little slut. You’re lucky you’re cute and have a tight cunt, huh?”
“Yes, sir. I’m lucky, so lucky that you’re my Master and make me behave.”
“Bend over. How many strikes do you think you need?”
Caitlyn kneads her lip between her teeth, contemplating. “...twenty.”
She closes her eyes, focusing on staying in her presented position and waiting for her punishment. Vi roughly shoves the bottom of the sweater up over her hips to rest just under Caitlyn’s ribs. They snap the elastic of her panties against her ass before swiping their other hand between her thighs.
Caitlyn hears the disappointed ‘tsk’ that Vi makes upon finding just how wet she is, before they’re piercing and tearing apart the fabric with their fingers. It comes undone easily, almost eagerly, designed to be worn once and then desecrated in a scenario just as X rated as this one.
Vi toys with the ruined undergarment in their fingers, examining it with feigned interest before crumpling it into a ball and pressing it against Caitlyn’s lips.
“So you can get acquainted with just how bold faced that lie was,” They growl at her and Caitlyn readily, obediently opens her mouth to accept the newly created gag into her mouth. The tangy, musky flavor of her arousal fills her mouth, but it’s not like it’s unpleasant and she’s much more focused on the rough palm caressing and spreading her ass cheeks prepatorily.
The only sound Caitlyn does make, muffled by the panties, when Vi does hit her, in a low, quiet moan of pleasure. It zings from the point of contact up her spine, pain and pleasure intertwining and curling together. As the strikes fall again and again warmth spreads up and down her skin and coils under it, heightening every sensation she was feeling. Vi stalls for a moment after the tenth to knead their hands over Caitlyn’s ass cheeks and massage the feeling back into them, only to continue on with the other ten moments later. Twenty isn’t a lot of strikes for the two of them, but it’s certainly enough for Caitlyn to be really feeling it, especially with the other extremes of the scene. By the end of it, tears are pricking at the corner of her eyes, and she’s having to take deep breaths to keep her trembling knees from buckling.
“See, that’s my good girl,” Vi purrs into Caitlyn’s ear, after crawling up to lean over her. “I know you can be good for me, just need to be reminded who owns you, right?”
A garbled “Uh,” is all that Caitlyn can manage around the gag and the warm buzz clouding her mind.
Vi drags their tongue along the shell of her ear, slow and sensual, and it makes Caitlyn shiver. “Do you think that was enough?”
“Mmh.”
“You’d better come take your reward, then.” They prod their fingers into her moth and remove the shredded cloth, fling it somewhere, before grabing her hand and spinning her around until they’re back in the chair and Caitlyn is straddling them. Nothing separating their cores from meeting each other now. Having been given permission to take what she wanted, Caitlyn shifts her hips forward, finding Vi hard and eager, easily slipping into her and making both of them gasp as their mouths find each other.
Vi’s length isn’t enough to be considered especially… penetrative, but it’s certainly enough for both of them to feel it, and is incredibly gratifying.
“Ungh, fuck,” Vi moans, their hips snapping up to meet Caitlyn’s, boring their cock into her. Vi loves this, had often described it as instant gender euphoria, and Caitlyn likes seeing them like that, likes the feeling of them grinding against and inside her.
Vi pistons their hips against her as Caitlyn bounces in their lap, feeling the sting on her abused ass cheeks every time she lowers herself at the same time that the pleasure of Vi’s skin against her clit and rubbing at her inner walls.
“God, my good girl, takes me so well. You’re going to make me cum again Cait, fuck.”
Vi comes apart again underneath her, and Caitlyn’s pride preens at how fast she can undo her big, scary Dom when they let her.
“I suppose you would like to cum, wouldn’t you?” Vi asks, looking up at her, their voice and the edge of their gaze still rough around the edges from their orgasm.
“Not that I’m not having an amazing time without it," Caitlyn responds breathlessly. "But yes I would very much like that.”
They let out a little chuckle before repositioning her so that her legs are spread wide over their lap and running their fingers through her coarse hair there fondly before running their fingers through the lips of her pussy. Caitlyn gasps and one of her hands shoots out to brace against the back of the chair and hold her up. Vi zeros in on her clit, pinching it gently between two of their fingers and teasing it relentlessly.
“Oh my god Vi, in me please. Fuck.” Caitlyn grinds out helplessly, already so close and so needy.
Vi is apparently now in the mood to give in to her demands, because they bend their wrist and slip two fingers up and into Caitlyn’s clenching cunt. They’re not slow about it, fucking her mercilessly and continuing to tug on her clit. Caitlyn feels like her brain is leaking out of her ears.
“That’s it sweet girl, gonna come apart for me? Gonna make a mess all over my hands?”
“Mmm, uh, ‘nother finger, please, fuck me, harder. Oh god, please.” Vi does as requested, adding another finger and fucking Caitlyn with all the power that the slightly compromised position will allow them.
Vi zeros in on Caitlyn's G spot, sending intense zings of pleasure up into her with each thrust, and is now using their other hand to rub her clit, circling around and against it in a practiced assault, made to make Caitlyn apart around them.
It works, she is quickly turned into a gasping, whining mess, who would have been chasing her release if Vi wasn't already pounding it into her.
Vi's eyes are dark with predatory glee, watching Caitlyn dissolve under their touch.
"Does my little slut want to cum?”
Caitlyn lets out a broken sob at having to speak, having to think, but she knows that Vi's going to make her. Knows that if she doesn't say something, doesn't ask, Vi will stop moving their fingers and take that oncoming orgasm away and Caitlyn is quite sure she won't survive that.
"Mh, uhn," She's trying, she really is, but Vi's still fucking her relentlessly and she can't think about anything more than the all consuming need.
"Come on now," Vi teases, slowing their circling on her clit ever so slightly. "Good girls know how to ask for their orgasm."
Caitlyn grits her teeth, focuses every spare bit of her mind, and grits out a single, desperate phrase.
"Please, Vi."
They let out an appreciative growl before redoubling their efforts on Caitlyn's clit and fucking their fingers into her in that same perfect hard and fast rhythm, sending her straight over the edge and into mind numbing bliss that tingles through her teeth.
"Easy, easy baby." Vi's soothing voice cuts through the static, and Caitlyn feels a pair of strong arms wrap around and hold her, eyes still closed and shivering from aftershocks.
"Shh, you did so good, sweetheart. My good girl, there you go."
Finally able to open her eyes again, Caitlyn looks up at Vi from where she has curled up in their lap. She finds patient, loving eyes and a kind of sleepy smile.
"Mm, brain fucked out."
Vi grins at her. "That's usually the goal," they purr, stroking Caitlyn's hair soothingly. "You're so eloquent post nut, babe."
"Fuck off," Caitlyn mutters, batting at them with a hand.
"I think I did that part already, actually,"
"I hate you. I'm leaving without you. I can't stand this treatment any longer."
Vi giggles. "I wanna just hang out for a bit. Settle down, make sure you're all good to go home. Does that sound good?"
"Honestly?" Caitlyn asks, looking up at the cut of her boyfriend's jaw as they smirk at her. "I just want you to be holding me right now, I'm not too pressed about where we are."
"Okay Cupcake, I can hold you as long as you'll have me."