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Caitlyn toyed with the small remote in her hands as she read through the papers sprawled on the dining table. Having been unable to read them for the morning, it felt right to do some catchup in the evening. And for a while, she almost could have her uninterrupted time.
A faint, gagged whimper tore through the walls of her apartment.
Right.
She remembered the remote in her hands, bare but for three buttons. One was evidently to switch it off, while the other two were settings. She pressed the topmost one, expecting the slew of growing whimpers coming from their bedroom.
She smiled, almost twisted how she enjoyed hearing her partner’s pleasurable moans, edging her just enough until she lowered the settings to a steady hum. She checked the clock — it had been almost twenty minutes. The first few pages of the newspaper had been consumed, leaving the uninteresting parts next.
It would do.
She folded it back up, taking her sweet time walking past their kitchen, down the carpeted hallway, and towards their bedroom. The first thought that hit her as she entered was that it smelled like sex. Had her job not given her a strong resolve, she would have given in, walking into a room smelling like Vi. Sure enough, her partner lay helpless in bed, bound, gagged, splayed out naked just for her. The mere thought made her swell inside, building up heat in her own core.
Vi whimpered some more, hearing Caitlyn had entered the room. Wriggling with no avail through the leather cuffs that tied her arms above the wooden headrest, displaying the black tattoos in her arms for all of Caitlyn to see. The leather cuffs also tied her ankles, spreading her muscular legs apart at an angle, wide enough and ready to take her in.
“Happy to have me back?” Caitlyn teased, resuming the voice she used whenever she played the part of the domme. “Let’s see what we have.”
Scooting closer to the bed, she was able to see her lover clearly. A blindfold covered her eyes, ruffled the wavy tufts of her red hair poking underneath, the hair next to her temples damp and sticking to her cheeks. Drool trailed down the side of her face through the ball gag tied around her mouth. Down her toned body, resting at her heated center, was the toy she had gotten fond of, the bullet vibrator, with its silicone end sticking out of her cunt, already dripping with pre-come.
These were not new things ever since Vi let her explore her interest for kinkier things in their sex life. Their foray into bondage had been slow, just like most things she often introduced to her partner, not that Vi had anything against it, but because she was new to these things. She started with the basics, first pinning Vi’s hands against the bed before she dabbled into using ribbons that could easily be undone with a simple tug should anything go wrong. Then they moved into the leather cuffs, binding not just her wrists but also her feet. It was a revelation for both of them — Vi finding a sense of thrill that she would have to wholly submit to Caitlyn, unable to close her legs in modesty or shame, always open, always ready to please her; and Caitlyn just loving the feeling of Vi at her mercy and relinquishing that power.
The blindfold was her idea, throwing another piece of bondage into the mix, explaining to Vi that having one of her senses taken away could heighten the experience for subs, and Vi instantly had a taking for it. The gag, however, was the newest addition. Caitlyn hesitated in suggesting it because it meant that their safe words system would have to change when Vi had already grown accustomed to it. But ever the one open to new challenges to push herself, to prove herself especially to her Cupcake, Vi was more than willing to try. In the end they agreed on a different way to communicate the safeword, Caitlyn teaching her the sign language equivalent for the first letters of Green, Yellow, and Red.
She hummed, sitting at the edge of the bed, dragging a finger down her wet, quavering outer folds. “You’re so wet for me, darling. Good girl.”
Vi whimpered even more, her legs twitching relentlessly at being held open.
She did a quick inventory, checking if the restraints were too tight or not, if she could slot two fingers through them or if there were any stress marks. When all seemed to be in order, she resumed.
“Are you ready to take me? Be a good girl for me?” Caitlyn asked, in a honey sweet voice. She stroked Vi’s cheek as she trembled, before shaking her head in a frantic nod. “Do you want to come?”
Vi mewled an inaudible sound through the gag, a probable yes, as she paired it with another desperate nod.
She ran her hand through her bare abdomen, letting it rake through her patch of untrimmed hair before settling at the exposed nub of the vibrator. Resting her thumb on it, she rubbed on it, sending Vi squirming underneath her.
“Remember, no coming unless I say so. Are we clear?” Caitlyn added, after slight hesitation, “Color?”
Vi nodded, twice, thrice, as many times as she could, for all the words that she could not verbalize, muffled by the gag. She fumbled the first try, but Vi managed to point her trembling index finger aligned with her thumb like she was pinching—the sign for G.
A tear fell down the side of Vi’s face, through the blindfolds. If Vi wasn’t so turned on, her nipples already hard, the bed already containing a blob of her slick, Caitlyn might have felt the tiniest bit bad that she was being so harsh.
She gently gave a tug at the vibrator through a strap dangling out that could only fit her finger, earning her a whine from her partner. But her hand stopped cold, filling the room with indomitable silence and Vi’s rapid breaths.
“On second thought,” she rested her hand atop her bushy mound, “only good girls get to cum. I don’t think you’ve been particularly good this evening, darling. You’re so needy. Making a mess on the sheets before we even get to the fun part, wanting, begging to come if not for that gag in your mouth.”
More tears trickled down her partner’s cheek, at being edged yet again, so close to release but her domme would not have it.
“Don’t worry, you will have something to do.” Caitlyn took off her camisole in one go, letting her thumb pull and snap back the garter of her own lingerie, making Vi’s head turn in anticipation of what’s coming.
Caitlyn smiled. Without breaking her comfortable position, she took out her already soaked underwear. Letting the garter dangle through her pinky, she let it drop near Vi’s face as she smelled her own arousal.
“Like it?” She chuckled. “Think you’ll make a good plaything? Be a good fucktoy?”
Gripped with sudden zeal, Vi nodded so hard that Caitlyn thought her blindfold might have fallen off. Caitlyn fought the urge to ruffle her partner’s hair, caress her cheek whenever she was most fond of her.
“I’ll take off your gag. That pretty tongue of yours will have one purpose and one purpose only, and that is not for you to beg to come.” She reached out behind Vi’s head, unbuckling the strap that held the ball gag in place, releasing from her mouth with a pop and a trail of saliva.
After Vi could gulp in deep breaths of air but before she could utter anything more, Caitlyn put her pussy on her partner’s face. Each huff of hot air made the hairs on her arms stand up, but like the good girl she was, Vi wasted no time. With one swipe, she ran her tongue flat over the length of her already wet folds. Her skillful tongue wound its way inside of her, Vi’s head squirming under the pillow as she craned her head to reach the spots Caitlyn liked.
Caitlyn steadied herself with one arm against the wooden headboard, as she started to feel the buildup inside of her, the sight of her partner’s submission before her already doing half the job. But she wouldn’t tell her that. She would not so easily be conquered — not when she was the domme.
Vi stopped every few seconds to catch her breath, between drowning in Caitlyn’s walls.
“Did I say you could stop?”
“No ma’am,” Vi breathed, getting back to work.
She remembered the small remote still between her fingers as she pressed the lower button. The tongue inside of her disappeared as Vi yelped at the sudden faint buzzing of the vibrator in action.
“Who said you could stop?”
Vi tried to resume her work, nose grinding against her folds, keeping a steady rhythm—sucking her clit, then swiping her tongue in long slow strokes. Caitlyn couldn’t see her partner’s face, and the only thing she had for show of her partner’s equal pleasure were the little whimpers that escaped her lips, sending hot breaths shooting up inside of Caitlyn, only furthering her arousal through her mewls.
They were the same, both trying to keep a level head, and in the process, turning on each other.
She thumbed the remote, alternating between the stronger setting and the weaker one, feeling the rhythmic thrusts of her tongue vary in the same fashion. She didn't need to see Vi's face to know how flushed and how red she was, glad to do one thing and one thing only. Make her feel good, please her in any and every way imaginable.
Moans reverberated in the four corners of their bedroom, which Caitlyn realized too late were her own. Aside form Vi’s panting, there came the clinking of the leather cuff rings as Vi struggled with Caitlyn fucking her face without being able to touch her. She grabbed tufts of Vi’s hair, pulling her face closer to hit that spot she desired and Vi didn’t need further urging.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take my cum?” she taunted, her dominating voice fading into a strangled wheeze.
But Vi was in no position to point that out, gasping for words between breaths, “Yes, ma’am.”
Pretty soon her walls were clenching, next to her body’s shudder releasing all its pent up tension, as she came in Vi’s face as she dragged out a moan. White noise swam through Caitlyn’s head, leaving her ears buzzing. Her head just started to register back in her body and she realized where she was — sitting in her bound partner’s face. The thought spread warmth from her core up in her body, extending to the tips of her fingers and toes.
Beneath her, Vi panted like she had just run a ten mile jog, her face and hair bathed in the ungodly mixture of her sweat and Caitlyn’s come. But Vi was a good girl. Still unfinished, she leaned forward to lick clean her arousal that had dripped in the crevices of her thighs and outer lips — one parting gift until her job was done.
If Vi wasn’t tied down, spread out, and occupying most of the bed, Caitlyn might have allowed herself to crash next to her partner. She deserved that after all didn't she? But she could lie bonelessly another time when she wasn’t playing domme.
Right then, her sub needed her.
Vi whimpered in hot need until it hit Caitlyn she had forgotten to turn off the vibrator, sending muted Zzzz's all over the room. Vi’s sensitive cunt that had doubled its wetness since she had last checked.
“Please Cait—I really need—”
She spanked her backside, silencing the woman.
“Ma’am please, please let me come. I’ve been a good girl,” Vi begged.
Caitlyn thought for a second, shrugging. “I suppose you’ve earned it.”
She tugged at the vibrator’s strap, taking her time as she inched it out—no larger than her finger—dripping with her partner’s cum, and tossed it on the carpeted floor.
“Look at you. I love it when you’re like this, wide open, and so, so, wet for me.”
Pale, freckled thighs quivered at her words. Caitlyn teased her clit with her finger, just enough to get the desired whine from her partner who lifted her hips off the bed. From where she kneeled, she could see the pure need in her partner’s face, the way her toned stomach displayed taut muscles, all needing release.
“Please, I need you, I need you inside me,” Vi begged.
Face still not losing signs of flush, her cheeks stained with new tears. On normal occasions, Caitlyn would have wanted to edge her some more, dragging it on as long as she could. But she had already edged Vi for the rest of the evening while she read her paper.
Vi needed to come. Fast. A quick fuck.
Finding her position, she poised two fingers, sliding it in and out—curling her fingers when she bottomed out her hand. Under normal circumstances, that would have sufficed, but Vi’s low whine told her otherwise without having to speak.
“Oh you’re a needy one,” Caitlyn chastised with a grin, “do you want to be filled up?”
Vi nodded with such ferocity, like her head would get screwed off.
A domme she may be, but she didn’t mind letting Vi have little of her way. After all, it was still her pleasure fucking Vi’s brains out good.
She hopped off the bed, ignoring Vi’s desperate whines, getting the device sitting on the side table that was waiting to be used all evening. Holding it below her, she fit her legs through the leather harness straps that fit her snugly. The new design for the device conveniently had the wearer in mind—a smaller shaped bulb on the giving end that she managed to fit between her legs with little lube needed. She clicked on the side button which sent the shaft glow the same blue manner hextech-powered objects did.
She fit herself between her open, shaking legs. The tip of the shaft barely grazed her clit when Vi let out a yelp, a testament to how sensitive she had already gotten.
Before she could do more, she stopped.
“Please, please let me come—”
“You think you deserve it? You’re just my little fucktoy.”
Her hips started to shake in the growing pressure between her things, walls clenching but unable to come — all of which Caitlyn could feel too as she set her jaw.
“Do it. Use me, please, fuck me—”
Caitlyn lathered a bottle of lube once over the shaft, trusting that was all she needed for the device to do its wonders as Vi already had it covered. Holding the back of Vi’s thigh with one hand, she slowly slotted herself in her cunt, feeling the pressure over her center build up the deeper she probed. Vi writhed from underneath her, back arched—unable to ride it out with the way her legs were bound, unable to touch Caitlyn back to show her appreciation. When it seemed like Vi couldn’t take it anymore, Caitlyn thrusted her hips forward, letting herself bottom out as Vi took her all of her girth and length.
The room started to get hot, beads of sweat forming over Vi’s forehead, soaking the hair close to her temples. Over and over, Caitlyn slid herself in and out, deepening her thrusts, going harder than she normally would have given Vi was not giving any of their safe word signs. Simultaneously, she kept one hand busy, teasing her clit, keeping the pressure, swirling her finger. Her other hand would occasionally rake through her partner’s bare stomach or tease her hardened nipple. Vi squirmed in pleasure, without the gag to muffle her exclamations. Caitlyn shifted on her knees, guiding Vi’s thigh so she could push in further, hitting that spot she liked until her outer lips spread out on the rubber dildo’s base.
She felt it before Vi could even give her the physical warnings that she was close to coming. Her whimpers had thinned, excessive with need, having clenched her walls around Caitlyn, which thanks to the technology of the strap, she was able to feel like her own, sending Caitlyn back into her lustful state.
Vi whimpered some more, her face glistening under the blindfold with sweat, tears, and cum.
“Alright, you can do it, darling.”
Caitlyn just as much as exhaled, losing the sternness in her voice as Vi gave in to her body’s tremors, in an undulating ripple that rocked Caitlyn even from her end of the shaft. Vi lost all control and cried out in the biggest orgasm Caitlyn had ever witnessed. With a final clench, she came all over Caitlyn’s hextech cock as their bedroom began to fill with her scent again.
She guided the cock with one hand, easing it before she finally pulled out. She unfastened it from her hips, letting it fall on the floor as she hopped back in bed, unlocking the cuffs in Vi’s ankles first, letting them fall weak on the mattress. She did the same for her arms, mindful to check if any redness had appeared in the course of the evening.
Last she undid was the tie in her blindfold, but Vi didn’t realize as her eyes were closed, chest heaving from the night’s voyage.
Caitlyn wrapped her arms around Vi, as she lay next to her. She complied, nestling her head against her chest. Her thumb stroked at her cheek in soothing circles.
“How are you? You did really well,” she cooed.
“Tired.” Her hot breath against Caitlyn’s neck. “That was,” she panted, “awesome.”
Caitlyn chuckled, pressing a soft kiss on her partner’s forehead, parting her sweat-drenched hair. She also gently rubbed Vi’s wrist at the possible contact points from wearing the restraints even if Vi had insisted that she was fine. Together they lay, Caitlyn holding Vi, letting her rest in her embrace, in their love language that never needed many words to be said.
After unknowable minutes, Caitlyn squeezed her arm. “Thank you Vi, for letting me.”
Lips pressed against hers in a sloppy kiss. “Anytime, Cupcake.”
She sat up, hating to break the scene but wanting to deliver her favorite part. “Okay, let’s get you a bath. I already prepared the bath scents. Your favorite kind.”
“No.”
“No?” Caitlyn raised an eyebrow. Normally Vi wasn't one to protest aftercare from her.
“Can we lie for a few minutes more, please.” Vi frowned, letting her lower lip pout.
“We both smell like sex.”
The red haired girl laughed, but motioned her arm out for Caitlyn to lie back down. “Just a few minutes more.”
And she did, never having the heart to say no to Vi in any other circumstance.
Letting their legs tangle together, Vi let herself be embraced, because nowhere would she be more cared for, loved, than with Caitlyn.
“I love you,” Vi said in a whisper.
Caitlyn smiled, planting a kiss on the back of her palm. “I love you.”
*
Sitting in the bathtub, the bubbles were up Caitlyn’s neck, with Vi sat between her legs as she massaged her scalp after lathering it with shampoo. Caitlyn dragged her nails in a claw-like motion on her partner’s scalp, like how she had read once in a book done by professional stylists.
“I like it when you do that,” Vi hummed, sighing.
“This?” Caitlyn repeated the motion on the shorn side of her head.
“Yup.”
The bathroom was overpowered by the mix of the scents of the scented candles lit along the counter, the bath salts Caitlyn had pre-ordered from the apothecary, and the shampoo. When she was satisfied, she took the bath luffa, ready to scrub her partner down when Vi turned her head around.
“I can do that—” she reached out a hand.
Caitlyn yanked the luffa scrub away from her reach. “What part of letting me care for you don’t you understand?”
Like a child caught stealing candy, Vi grinned sheepishly, before nodding in resignation. She could understand why Vi found it difficult to let others take care of her, when the longest time she had survived without that concept — one Caitlyn still sought to remind her of even after years of living together. What Vi didn’t understand was that they didn’t need to do their BDSM sessions for Caitlyn to provide her the much needed care — it was something she would willingly do anytime.
But some things were harder to learn than most.
And until then, Caitlyn would gladly let their sessions be the gateway to pamper her lover. Dunking the luffa scrub in the soapy water, she let it glide down Vi’s tattooed back, brushing it up and down. Then she did her arms, only letting Vi take the reins over the parts of her leg she could not reach.
After finishing and the skin on her fingers turned puckered, Vi broke the seconds after silence. “Hold me?”
She didn’t need to be told twice, dropping the luffa to float on the water as she enveloped her arms around Vi’s torso, her chin resting on her shoulder. Under the water, Vi held her arm. Caitlyn started to pepper small kisses along the length of her back—one for how much she loved the woman before her.
And she could go on all night.