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Vi stared at her pale, wide-eyed reflection in the mirror. The black collar around her neck stood out starkly against her skin. She slipped two fingers underneath and tugged, adjusting the familiar texture of leather in an unfamiliar place. Hoping to regain some sense of normalcy.
Although she’d lived here for years, sometimes Vi felt uncomfortable in the master bathroom. The luxurious claw foot tub, the fancy tile floor, the plush rugs... She’d grown to enjoy them, but they were so decadent they made her feel out of place. Her new collar worsened her creeping sense of anxiety. Of not-belonging.
Vi closed her eyes and exhaled a heavy breath. When she opened them again, she flashed a confident smirk at the mirror. The effect was weak, little more than a nervous purse of her dry lips.
Come on, Vi. You’ve faced down bigger, badder things than this. What’s a little roleplay with my wife in comparison?
Her wife. Caitlyn.
Warmth bloomed in Vi’s chest. She held her chin a little higher. She studied the glowing blue hexstrap lying on the counter, resting on a black cloth alongside a bottle of lube. She uncapped the bottle and squirted some lube into her hand. Strapping up might help. It was difficult to feel intimidated while wearing a big dick.
She parted her thighs, rubbing some of the lube onto her clit. A gasp skated past her lips as the hot, tingling sensation spread between her legs. Buying this particular brand of warming lube had been a stroke of genius on Caitlyn’s part.
With some reluctance, Vi withdrew her hand and took the hexstrap. The shaft gave a faint blue flare as she positioned the suction-cup base over her clit. There was a pleasant squeeze, then a jolt of throbbing pressure. She moaned at the growing awareness of her hand wrapped around the hexstrap's shaft.
She gave her new cock a testing squeeze. It throbbed, a sensation that traveled all the way down to her swollen clit. Her inner muscles clenched in approval.
Vi stepped back to admire her reflection, idly stroking herself to adjust to the new sensations. This time, she was almost pleased with what she saw. Some people might consider her shoulders too broad, her jaw too square, her scars too prominent. But Caitlyn didn’t think so. Caitlyn whispered praises at the height of passion, comparing her to a goddess made flesh. A far cry from a Zaunite orphan turned ex-con for sure.
Vi’s gaze flicked to the leather collar around her neck. Butterflies fluttered in her belly, equal parts nauseating and exhilarating. She reminded herself that she had no reason to be nervous. She and Caitlyn had talked this through. They trusted each other. This new thing had the potential to be so much fun if she could only let go of her remaining doubts. But here, standing alone in the fancy bathroom where she felt like an intruder, letting go was easier said than done.
Caitlyn. She’d regain the rest of her confidence once she joined Caitlyn.
Vi shot some awkward finger guns at her reflection and winked, clicking her tongue. The silliness loosened the knot of nerves in her stomach a bit more. If she made a fool of herself, only Caitlyn would be there to witness it. Caitlyn, who found her endearing for reasons Vi couldn’t comprehend. She grabbed the bottle of lube and left the bathroom, only to stop short in the doorway.
Caitlyn was already waiting for her in bed. She'd leaned back against the headboard, propped on a pile of fluffy pillows. Instead of stripping naked or putting on her uniform, she’d chosen a silk blue nightgown. One of the thin straps had slipped down past her pale shoulder, revealing the graceful line of her collarbone.
Vi’s cock twitched. Surely she looked ridiculous with her eyes goggling and her mouth hanging open, but she couldn’t look away. Caitlyn had chosen the perfect outfit. Naked was amazing. The enforcer uniform was fine for when Caitlyn needed some rough handling. But in this situation, where Vi felt so vulnerable and exposed, Caitlyn had chosen an outfit that was sexy, yet non-threatening.
The rigid line of Vi's shoulders relaxed. As always, Caitlyn was so wonderfully considerate of her feelings. She snapped her mouth shut and searched for her voice. “Hey, Cupcake.” The endearment came out soft and a little scratchy.
Caitlyn’s full lips formed a bewitching cupid’s bow smile. “There you are, pet. Come here.”
Vi’s heart swelled. She knew that smile well. It was all for her. Nevertheless, it took her a moment to make her trembling legs move. The hexstrap straining between her legs made things a bit awkward, but she summoned her courage and approached.
Caitlyn patted her lap. The hem of her nightgown rode further up her thighs at the gesture. “Up, Violet.”
Vi clambered into bed. She sat on her heels beside Caitlyn, uncertain of what to do next. Remembering to breathe was suddenly difficult. I don’t have to decide. That’s the beauty of this. She chooses for me… until I’m ready to flip the script.
Imagining that moment—the moment when she’d pin Caitlyn face-first into the mattress, grab the roots of her hair, and mount her—boosted Vi’s confidence. This was all a game of pretend. A game that required lots of trust, but a game nonetheless. She’d get to reclaim her usual role in the end.
After what felt to Vi like years, but was only a few seconds at most, Caitlyn patted her lap again. “Lie down.”
Vi almost always bristled at orders, but in this situation, it made the shaft of her hexstrap twitch. She curled up by Caitlyn’s side, resting her cheek on Caitlyn’s warm thigh. The floral smell of Caitlyn’s perfume filled her nose. She closed her eyes and inhaled, savoring the scent.
“Good dog.”
Vi blushed, keeping her eyes closed. Her cheeks had to be pinker than her hair. It was so embarrassing, how such a demeaning sentence sent a lance of heat and pressure between her legs. But she couldn’t deny the effect Caitlyn’s words had. She nuzzled Caitlyn’s hip and gave a quiet groan.
She was both disappointed and strangely turned on when Caitlyn ignored her, retrieving a book from the nightstand. Caitlyn opened it and began reading. Vi waited, and waited, and waited, far too aware of the heavy thud of her heart and the loud sound of her breathing.
Caitlyn reached down to stroke Vi’s hair. The gesture seemed casual, almost thoughtless, but her light touch was electric. A shudder rolled down Vi’s spine. The tip of the hexstrap throbbed and leaked against her belly. She whimpered when Caitlyn scratched her scalp, massaging the tension at the back of her neck.
"Poor thing." Caitlyn laughed, but the sound was soft and affectionate. “Do you want some attention?”
Vi bit her cheek. She never lacked for courage, but she couldn't meet Caitlyn's eyes. Wasn’t she the one meant to give Caitlyn attention? To love her and spoil her and make her come her brains out?
Tonight, things were different. She was adrift in an ocean of confusing feelings, with only the gentle strokes of Caitlyn’s hand to anchor her. She kissed Caitlyn’s thigh beneath the hem of the nightgown, hoping that response was good enough.
“Hmm.” Caitlyn read her book for another agonizing minute. Her fingers sifted lazily through Vi’s hair, occasionally sweeping down to caress her hot cheek.
Every inch of Vi’s skin burned. She was hyperaware of each breath and every thundering heartbeat. This forced idleness was killing her, but she reminded herself to be good. For Caitlyn. She decided to relax and enjoy it. After all, Caitlyn's fingers felt so good against her skin..
Vi sighed with relief.
Caitlyn slid her fingers under Vi’s chin and lifted her head. Her gorgeous blue eyes were a shade darker in the low light and her pupils were blown with lust. “All right, Violet. I’m done reading for now. Be a good dog and put my book away.”
Vi leaped, quite literally, at the chance. She bounded to her feet and took the book from Caitlyn, trotting to the shelf on the opposite wall. Since she knew Caitlyn preferred to keep things organized, she searched for the empty slot and returned the book to its proper place. Only then did she notice the title embossed on its spine.
“How to train your dog?” she read aloud, looking back at Caitlyn with a smirk.
Caitlyn poked her lower lip out in an adorable pout. “It was relevant.” She cleared her throat. “Er. Good dog, Violet. Come back to bed.”
Vi admired the rosy tint that flushed Caitlyn’s cheeks with more than a little pride. Beneath the games and the lets-pretend, they were still them. Caitlyn was still a cute dork and she was still herself. Still Vi.
Only this Vi was also Violet. Vi had lived the majority of her life unwanted, starved of praise and affection, but Violet’s chances were much better. She returned to bed, resting her head on Caitlyn’s lap and snuggling in close to her leg. For now, she wanted to enjoy being Violet.
Caitlyn sifted her fingers through Vi’s hair. It felt so good that Vi pushed shamelessly into Caitlyn’s hand, relishing the pets and affection. It had taken months for Caitlyn to reacquaint her with the pleasurable side of touch after leaving prison, but she was a patient, loving teacher. Now, Vi craved those little gestures like a woman starved. Being Caitlyn’s pet was the perfect excuse to bask in them.
“Good dog, Violet.” Caitlyn’s tender smile showed nothing less than pure adoration. “Come up here. I want kisses.” She hooked her fingers beneath Vi’s collar and tugged.
The gesture caused an answering pull in Vi’s hexstrap. Following the pull of her collar, she slid part-way on top of Caitlyn. She braced on her elbows and bent down to place a light kiss on Caitlyn’s waiting lips.
More happy butterflies tickled Vi’s stomach when Caitlyn’s mouth twitched into a brief smile beneath hers. “Slowly,” Caitlyn murmured. She parted her lips to deepen their kiss.
The soft, yielding warmth of Caitlyn’s mouth was almost too tempting. Vi wanted to slide her tongue inside. To taste every bit of Caitlyn. To stake her claim and share her passion. Instead, she relaxed, letting Caitlyn set the pace.
Their first contact became a string of light little kisses, the barest brushing of mouths. Sweat broke on the back of Vi’s neck and her cock throbbed against Caitlyn’s belly. She longed for a deeper connection, but most of all, she wanted to be a good dog. If that meant soft, teasing kisses, she was happy to provide them.
For her entire life, Vi had been bad. Born wrong. A bad seed, a troublemaker, a juvenile delinquent. Then a full-blown criminal. Now, here was Caitlyn—the kindest, most gorgeous woman in the entire world—giving her a chance to be something better. A chance to finally be good.
Vi’s whirling mind screeched to a halt when Caitlyn’s other hand slid down to grab her ass. She grunted, bucking forward. The sensation of Caitlyn’s warm skin against her cock made the ache worse. She jogged her hips, smearing a trail of pre-come along Caitlyn’s stomach.
Caitlyn broke the kiss and tutted. “Now, now. No humping, Violet,” she said, barely stifling a giggle. Vi saw her amusement dancing in her eyes. “Not yet, anyway.” She winked.
Vi choked on her tongue. She almost laughed, but a lump of emotion formed in her throat. Being told ‘no’, as though she’d screwed something up, could have easily yanked her out of the scene. But Caitlyn had found a way to make it humorous. Her wife was a genius.
“Good dog for stopping.” Caitlyn released Vi’s collar and caressed her cheek, ending with two fingers beneath Vi’s chin. “For that, you deserve a treat.” She chucked Vi’s chin, then took hold of her hair, pushing the top of her head down.
Vi’s head spun. From personal experience, paradise lay between those perfect thighs. She could die a happy woman with her head buried between Caitlyn’s legs. But it was also something she struggled to believe she deserved.
Not tonight. This was a reward for good behavior. Caitlyn had deemed her worthy.
Swallowing the lump in her throat and blinking the slight sting from her eyes, Vi ducked beneath Caitlyn’s knees. The tuft of dark hair above Caitlyn’s pussy tickled the bridge of her nose. She swiped her tongue between the swollen pink lips, gathering all the flavor she could.
Caitlyn tasted divine, like sex and salt and life. When Caitlyn pressed her heels into Vi’s back and opened wider, Vi took that as permission to have her fill. She licked and sucked and rubbed, using her entire face instead of just her mouth. She wanted to taste, to feel, to enjoy it all.
“Oh.” Caitlyn’s fingers flexed in Vi’s hair, loosening at first, then tugging harder. Vi appreciated the direction as Caitlyn guided her mouth. She sucked hungrily at Caitlyn’s clit, flicking and circling with her tongue.
“Yes. So good, Vi—Violet.”
Vi flushed with pride. She adored the sweet noises Caitlyn made during sex—noises just for her. She eased off Caitlyn’s clit, soothing it with a few firm licks, then thrust her tongue past Caitlyn’s hot, tight entrance. Pushing deeper strained her jaw, but the way Caitlyn’s hips shot off the bed and quivered was worth it.
“Fuck!” Caitlyn gasped. Her free hand shot down to clutch Vi's shoulder.
Vi’s heart swelled. Caitlyn rarely swore. This was a quick build even by their standards.
She looked up Caitlyn’s pale, lithe body to study her face. Caitlyn's eyes were closed but her mouth hung open in ecstasy. Her hips rolled faster as she rocked onto Vi’s face, smearing slick salt everywhere.
Vi only withdrew her tongue long enough to lap up the mess before plunging back in. It reassured her to see Caitlyn enjoying this so much. She wasn’t the only one hypersensitive to this moment, this shared scene, this new kind of connection.
Caitlyn dug her fingers into Vi’s shoulder. “Vi!” She arched off the bed, hips churning, her heels digging into Vi’s back.
Vi did her best to follow along, but Caitlyn kept quivering and jerking. She wrapped her hands around Caitlyn’s trembling thighs, latched onto her clit, and sucked.
Triumph. A burst of sticky heat spilled all over Vi’s tongue, dripping down her chin. Her heart glowed. It felt like a miniature sun had dawned inside her chest, filling her with light and warmth.
Vi made sure to carry Caitlyn through it all. She eased off when Caitlyn twitched, diving back in when Caitlyn whined and tugged the roots of her hair. Only when Caitlyn collapsed bonelessly onto the mattress did Vi allow herself to catch her breath. "Okay?" she panted.
“So good,” Caitlyn crooned. The hand in Vi’s hair trailed down to fondle the edge of the collar. “You did so well, Violet. You’re marvelous. Absolutely marvelous.”
Marvelous?
Vi licked her lips nervously, but Caitlyn’s dreamy tone of voice and constant petting began to subdue her doubts. She had done well, hadn’t she? She was marvelous, wasn’t she? Caitlyn had said so…
She wouldn’t say that if she knew how bad I really was, deep down.
Vi broke eye contact, burying her face in Caitlyn’s stomach. The warmth in her chest had vanished and her eyes stung worse than before. Damn it. I’m not just bad. I’m weak, too. Crying during sex with my own damn wife… stupid…
“Vi? Are you all right?” Caitlyn stroked Vi’s head, smoothing her tousled hair.
Vi flinched. She ducked out from beneath Caitlyn’s knees and sat on her heels, turning away to swipe her hand across her eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just need a minute.”
Caitlyn’s brow furrowed. “I think you need more than that.” She clambered onto her knees, scooting close to Vi. “I want to hug you, all right? If you don’t want me to touch you, say your word.”
Though Vi didn’t feel worthy of the gesture— shit, why does sex have to cause such stupid, complicated emotions?! —she couldn’t bear to reject it either. She needed the hug more than she hated herself right now. She gave a short, silent nod.
Caitlyn’s hug was every bit as warm, comforting, and reassuring as Vi could have hoped for. She sagged into the embrace, burying her nose in Caitlyn’s silky, sweet-smelling hair. Every muscle in her body relaxed as Caitlyn’s hands rubbed soothing circles on her back.
“Thanks,” Caitlyn whispered. Her warm breath caressed the shell of Vi’s ear.
“For what?” Vi mumbled into Caitlyn’s hair.
“For letting me hug you.”
Vi managed a quiet huff of laughter. “Not for eating you out?”
“That, too. But I meant, thank you for being with me right now.”
Vi nuzzled above Caitlyn’s ear. “Mm.”
“I mean it. Thank you for being vulnerable with me. I know it isn’t easy for you, but I treasure it. I hope you do, too.”
The sincerity of Caitlyn’s words made Vi’s heart skip. She lifted her head and looked into Caitlyn’s eyes. “I treasure every moment of it. But I don’t understand why you do.”
“You don’t have to understand,” Caitlyn said. “You just have to believe me.”
Vi managed a crooked smile. “I can probably do that.”
“Probably?” Caitlyn raised a brow.
“I believe you.”
“Good.” Caitlyn rose onto her knees and kissed Vi’s forehead.
Vi closed her eyes, searching her body for the stress that had almost overwhelmed her a minute ago. It was much weaker now, and Caitlyn’s nearness made her remember that she hadn’t gotten off yet. The hexstrap gave a needy twitch to remind her. She didn’t want to impose, but—
“Now then. Do you want a warm bath and a nap? Or…” A smirk tugged at the corners of Caitlyn’s lips. “Do you want to keep being my good dog a little longer?”
Despite Vi’s formerly conflicted emotions, the choice was easy. She nodded an enthusiastic yes, then dipped down to kiss the line of Caitlyn’s shoulder.
“Ah ah.” Caitlyn ruffed Vi’s hair, guiding her gently away. “Soon, Violet. You need the proper equipment first.” She glanced meaningfully down at the hexstrap.
Vi swallowed. She suddenly became hyperaware of how full and strained the shaft felt in the open air, especially while Caitlyn was staring at it. “I thought I had that covered?” Vi asked, a slight crack in her voice.
“Not that equipment… although I appreciate it.” Caitlyn pulled away from Vi and opened the nightstand.
Though she already missing the warmth of Caitlyn’s body, Vi watched with interest. Her eyes widened as Caitlyn retrieved a thin leather leash from the drawer.
Caitlyn stretched the leash taut between her hands, grinning all the while. “Come here, Violet.”
Vi had never clambered across a mattress faster in her life. She knelt by Caitlyn, placing her hands on her thighs in an effort to look attentive.
Caitlyn clipped the leash onto the small silver ring at the front of Vi’s collar, then pulled her in close. “Kiss me.”
Vi kissed Caitlyn slowly at first, then with growing hunger. She longed to reach out and run her hands along Caitlyn’s curves, to strip the nightgown off once and for all. But for the moment, at least, Caitlyn still held the reins. Or the leash, in this case.
“Mmm.” Caitlyn spilled a small moan into Vi’s mouth, then broke away. A cruel tease. Vi tried to chase Caitlyn’s lips, but she lowered herself onto her back, bringing Vi down with her. “Good. You can lay on top of me. You have permission.”
Vi slid one of her legs between Caitlyn’s. The slick heat of Caitlyn’s pussy dragged along her thigh while her cock rubbed torturously against Caitlyn’s hip. When Caitlyn pulled the leash, obviously asking for more kisses, Vi was all too happy to give them.
They kissed for a long time, enjoying the back-and-forth, the building heat between them. Vi’s strap ached, pounding with fullness, but something about this scene had her content to wait. Perhaps the praise she hoped she’d receive for being patient and following instructions.
Finally, after Vi had started tensing her ass to keep from coming all over Caitlyn’s toned stomach, Caitlyn seemed to take pity. She tapped Vi’s shoulder and spread her legs wider, tilting her hips up. “Fuck me, Violet. I’m close and I need your big cock to fill me up.”
Vi’s eyes rolled back in her head. A growl rumbled in her chest. Those were some of the evilest, most delightful words Caitlyn could have possibly said. She repositioned, dragging her cock through Caitlyn’s wetness. Thanks to the hextech, she felt all of the soft, slippery warmth waiting for her. She lined up with Caitlyn’s entrance and sank forward.
Pushing inside of Caitlyn was so easy. So wonderfully hot and slick. There wasn’t a trace of resistance, but Caitlyn’s core clutched the first few inches so tight that Vi had to grit her teeth and pause. The last thing she wanted to do was shoot off early. Not when she wasn’t even all the way in.
After a few deep breaths, during which Caitlyn waited patiently, she sank the rest of the way inside. She and Caitlyn gave twin gasps beside each other’s cheeks as their bodies joined. Vi settled her hips against Caitlyn’s, shuddering as her wife’s tight inner walls clamped firmly around her length.
Her wife. She was inside her wife. That made everything exponentially better for reasons she couldn’t fully articulate.
“Good dog,” Caitlyn cooed, kissing Vi’s temple. “Now fuck me. Slowly. Let me feel every inch.”
Damn. Why is she so hung up on slow tonight?! But Vi couldn’t possibly resist. She slid back a few inches, then rocked forward again, purposefully dragging her cockhead along Caitlyn’s swollen front wall.
Caitlyn’s low, full-throated moan made Vi re-evaluate her opinion. She repeated the motion, sticking to slow but rhythmic thrusts. Each time she rubbed against Caitlyn’s front wall, she earned another sweet, encouraging sound.
Gradually, Caitlyn’s noises rose in pitch until they were desperate whines. She abandoned the leash and clutched Vi’s collar with one hand, clawing at her back with the other. Vi hissed as Caitlyn’s nails left burning lines between her shoulder blades. The slight edge of pain read as pure pleasure.
When Caitlyn’s legs wrapped around Vi’s waist, her shaft gave an impatient throb. She growled again, burying her face in the pillow beside Caitlyn’s head. Caitlyn was so hot, so tight, so perfect wrapped around her. She wanted nothing more than to pin Caitlyn to the mattress and pound into her until they both came.
I could…
She could. That was how they’d agreed to end the session, so Vi could reclaim some of the control she’d surrendered. But was it the right time? Part of her still didn’t understand how she’d gotten so damn lucky. Why, of all the people who would have worshipped at her feet, Caitlyn had decided a nobody from the slums beneath Piltover deserved to come inside her.
“You don’t have to understand. You just have to believe me.”
With a snarl, Vi sank her teeth into the cord of Caitlyn’s shoulder.
“Vi!”
Vi. Her name. Caitlyn had screamed her name
Vi increased the pressure of the bite and felt Caitlyn’s hips twitch beneath hers. Time for the good dog to become the big bad wolf. She pulled out with a gush of wetness, grabbing Caitlyn by the shoulders and flipping her onto her stomach.
“Yesss…” If Caitlyn’s hiss hadn’t already been enough incentive, the way she raised her ass and spread her legs would have been. The shiny pink lips of her pussy pouted open, gleaming with wetness that ran in shiny trails down her thighs. The bud of her clit was rosy red and swollen.
The sight was more than Vi could bear. There were no more doubts as she grabbed Caitlyn’s hips and pulled them back into hers. No more insecurities as she shoved the stained blue nightgown up around Caitlyn’s waist and mounted. No more fears as she bent forward over Caitlyn’s back and plunged back inside. She braced her forearms on the mattress, caging Caitlyn beneath her.
Before Caitlyn could respond, Vi began rutting. She fucked into Caitlyn hard and fast, finding her former bite-hold on Caitlyn’s shoulder.
“Fuck, Vi, yes,” Caitlyn gasped, her voice muffled by the pillowcase. “S-so gooddd…”
In that moment, Vi felt like the wild, beautiful goddess Caitlyn often claimed she was. She was good and worthy of praise. She drove deeper with each thrust, panting around her mouthful of Caitlyn’s shoulder.
Caitlyn’s core fluttered around Vi’s cock. She tilted her head away from the pillow and whined, an utterly needy noise that sent a heavy throb along Vi’s length from base to tip. “Good dog,” Caitlyn panted. “So, so good. Now fill me up while I—ahhh!”
Vi tried her best to keep going, but Caitlyn’s cry and a sudden gush of warmth made her hips stutter. She tried to pull back—enough to catch her breath, at least—but pumped forward on instinct, bottoming out inside Caitlyn as she tipped over into ecstasy.
Heavy spurts of come burst from Vi’s cock, sending blissful shockwaves throughout her body. Every inch of skin burned and her heart pounded like a heavy bass drum. She shuddered and bucked and came even harder, flooding Caitlyn with absolutely everything she had to give.
Caitlyn mumbled something that might have been Vi’s name. Her body melted, going limp beneath Vi’s, but her inner walls pulsed wildly, milking Vi’s cock for every drop of come. Vi tore her teeth from Caitlyn’s shoulder, smearing kisses across the back of her neck. She licked up the salty sweat there, then nuzzled Caitlyn’s ear. “Love you…”
“Love you,” Caitlyn breathed, hair clinging to her flushed cheek. To Vi, she’d never looked more beautiful. “You’re my favorite. Always.”
My favorite.
She was Caitlyn’s favorite. The woman Caitlyn had chosen.
Even during Vi’s darkest moments, when she forgot how to love herself, Caitlyn’s love was there to remind her. Because she was good. Because she deserved it.
This time, as Vi’s climax tapered off, she didn’t feel the sudden rush of self-loathing pressing in around the edges. She collapsed on top of Caitlyn with a contented sigh and closed her eyes. Caitlyn gave an answering sigh beneath her. She kissed the crook of Caitlyn’s neck, enjoying the gentle flutter of Caitlyn’s pulse beneath her lips.
“Did I already tell you how fantastic you are?” Caitlyn mumbled. Her eyes stayed shut, but a serene smile spread across her face. “I can’t remember what I said. It’d be a shame if I forgot.”
Vi grinned. Basking in the afterglow, it was easy to believe Caitlyn meant it all. “You did.” She kissed Caitlyn’s jaw, her dimpled cheek, then the corner of her smile. Caitlyn might have been too dazed to recall, but she would remember every word Caitlyn had said the entire night. Every pledge of love and each whispered praise.
Caitlyn yawned. “Don’t know what to do with myself now. I’m still horny…” Her face scrunched up as she tried to prevent a second yawn. “... but I can barely keep my eyes open.”
Vi laughed. Carefully, she withdrew and flopped beside Caitlyn, curling an arm around her waist and snuggling in close. In a minute, once her skin cooled off and some of the sweat dried, she’d grab a blanket and tuck Caitlyn in. Caitlyn had done such a good job taking care of her tonight. It wasn’t merely a pleasure, but an honor to return the favor.
“Thanks,” she whispered, stroking her fingertips up and down the middle of Caitlyn’s spine. “I’d call this little experiment a success.”
“Really?” Caitlyn cracked one eye open. “Almost thought I’d lost you in the middle there.”
“Sub drop,” Vi said. “You handled it perfectly.”
Caitlyn closed her eyes and continued smiling. “I learned from the best.”
Vi barely suppressed a yawn of her own. In a minute or two, she knew she and Caitlyn would have to drag themselves out of bed and clean up, but for now… she was exactly where she wanted to be, with the most spectacular woman in the world. A woman who’d made the crazy decision to marry her.
Or maybe not so crazy. Because it had turned into the best decision of both their lives.