It’s Caitlyn’s birthday.
She gets home from work and she’s miserable. There are days she hates being a top notch defense attorney. Paperwork and countless calls to detectives and judges to sort out the administrative elements of her upcoming trial have all but drained her and she hates it.
To top it off, Vi had arranged for them to meet for dinner at her favorite restaurant, and just two hours before Caitlyn was due to leave, she mysteriously cancelled and told her to come home.
So Caitlyn arrives to a dark foyer, her shoulders tense and in a bad mood.
She flicks on the light, only to find that it turns on at a dimmed, low amber light. It isn’t unheard of for Vi to adjust the lights and make sure that she’s not too overstimulated. A small smile graces her lips as she hangs up her coat and turns around, padding into the living room.
What greets her on the couch, however, is something out of the ordinary.
Vi sits on a chair in a crisp collared white shirt and a pair of low slung jeans. She leans against the chair with a sultry look her eyes that has the bad mood Caitlyn had previously been in evaporate immediately. Her mouth goes dry as Vi purrs at the sight of her, slowly making her way out of the chair and striding over to her carefully, accentuating the subtle bulge in her pants.
Oh.
It’s one of those nights.
“Hi Princess,” Vi greets her gently, “Bad day, huh?”
Caitlyn can hardly speak as Vi comes up to her, red hair mussed to the side to cover one of her eyes in a smoldering type of way. She’s lucky she’d texted Vi before she came, practically ranting to her girlfriend about how idiotic some of the people in her workplace are. But none of that even exists at the moment because her prefrontal cortext is slowly shutting itself off.
“It’s okay,” Vi murmurs, reaching between them to take her hand. “I have a surprise for you.”
Caitlyn splutters and moans, already feeling the stress of the day converting into a different kind of tension. Vi hums and rubs the back of her hand soothingly with her two thumbs, sighing softly.
“Color, baby?”
Oh God.
“Green,” Caitlyn practically moans, “God—”
“It’s Vi,” her girlfriend replies with a wink that has Caitlyn slapping her chest lightly.
“Come,” Vi says as she leads her to the chair, “Sit down for me, pretty girl.”
Caitlyn is thankful she’s wearing a pencil skirt and a sheer top as she feels her body temperature spike. Vi leads her over to the chair and eases her into it with tender movements. When Caitlyn is settled on the cushion, Vi slides her hands up from her own to the back of the chair, leaning forward so that the simple gold chain she wears dangles from her neck salaciously. Caitlyn eyes it, feeling her abdomen clench with want as Vi bites her bottom lip.
“I was thinking,” Vi rasps, “that a pretty girl like you deserves a special birthday treat.”
Caitlyn leans forward, eager for a kiss, but Vi leans back with a tsk.
“Nuh uh,” Vi teases, “this part of the gift you can’t touch. Can you do that, Princess?”
Caitlyn can’t help it—she’s had a long day and she doesn’t want to be left high and dry.
“No,” Caitlyn says as she bats her eyelashes, “I want to touch you, Daddy.”
She sees Vi’s expression darken and she shakes her head. When Caitlyn reaches up to cup her face, Vi’s hand grabs her own, her larger palm dwarfing her own as she guides it to the back of the chair. Caitlyn dips her head and bites at her bottom lip, slightly undulating her hips upwards.
Vi tsks again, sighing playfully as she asks, “Do you need me to cuff you, pretty girl?”
Caitlyn can feel herself losing herself in the scene as a fogginess takes over mind and she nods with a whine. Catching that she’s starting to fall into the submissive space, Vi taps her hand softly, drawing Caitlyn’s eyes back up. A moment of clarity passes through her brain. She’s still hazy and feeling like she’s wading through a sea of hot, sticky tar; and yet, Vi acts as an anchor.
“Color?” Vi asks, her tone serious. Caitlyn nods, smiling up at her.
“Green, baby.”
Vi’s face relaxes and she squeezes her wrist tighter. “Good job, baby. I’m proud of you for using your words.” Caitlyn beams under the praise and blushes as she squirms harder against Vi’s hand. Vi hums and pulls both her hands behind her back before reaching behind her back.
In the faint dim hue of the amber light, Caitlyn sees the glint of her fuzzy pink cuffs.
Yes, oh God, yes—
“Ease up, baby girl. Let Daddy take care of you now, okay?”
Caitlyn moans as the cuffs clink around her wrists. She gives a testing pull—they’re not too tight and they’re not too awkward on her shoulders either. Besides, both she and Vi know that her years as a detective imbued her with the ability to wrangle her way out of restraints blindfolded.
It’s what makes the constraint all that more sinful.
Vi leans back and reaches for the remote for their stereo. Caitlyn eyes her in confusion, unsure why Vi would be moving away when she needs Vi close to her, to feel her skin on her skin—
“I thought I’d give my baby girl a show,” Vi says in a low, deep voice as a song comes on over the stereo. The bass rumbles as a few reverbed guitar chords pluck out in slow, deliberate staccato picks. Caitlyn’s eyes remain trained on Vi as she reaches for the buttons on her collar.
You keep schemin’ and dark dreamin’
Yeah you do.
You’re a poison and I know that,
It’s the truth.
Vi pops each button down as she sways her hips from side to side. Caitlyn gasps as layers of milky white skin and hard muscle is revealed with each subtle flick of her fingers against the buttons. The deep bass provides the lustful ambience as Vi reaches the final damned button.See AlsoThe Cabin Factory walkthrough – All anomalies and puzzle guide – GameSpewThe Soul Connection - Artifices - Pocket Monsters | PokemonEdgerunners: Face the Music/Run the Edge - Chapter 1 - JARHAXART
I feel like I’m drownin’.
I’m drownin’.
You’re holdin’ me down.
And holding me down.
Vi lets her shirt fall open, revealing her glistening abs as they shine and flex under the low light. There’s a slight glisten to them, and Caitlyn bites her bottom lip as she realizes that Vi has applied some kind of oil to make them shine and accentuate the hard muscle packed on each abdominal ring. She traces a single bead of sweat that gathers in Vi’s collar and slides sinfully slow down the center of her chest, before catching on the hard ridges of her abs and disappearing into her faint happy trail descending from her belly button. Caitlyn can’t help but groan at the sight. She struggles in her chair, wanting to tear herself from her constraints.
“Stay still, pretty girl. I promised you a show, remember?” Vi drawls, peeling the shirt off. “You do want your birthday present, don’t you, Princess?” Caitlyn nods, whining pathetically as Vi’s flat chest, breasts bound back by tape, and chiseled pectoral muscles reveal themselves to her.
“Say one more word and I’ll gag you,” Vi says as she eyes her carefully. A spark of heat lances down Caitlyn’s spine and she feels the nerve-endings in her nether regions ignite in envy.
“Unless…,” Vi rasps, arching her brow with a sly smirk. “Is that what you want?”
Caitlyn can’t help it—she plays her role well. She bites out, “You couldn’t if you tried.”
Vi arches her brow teasingly. “Is that so?”
Before Caitlyn can tease out a bratty remark, Vi kneels before her, placing her hands on her knees and spreading them. Caitlyn hisses as Vi’s hands slide up her thighs, and she thanks every deity out there that she had taken her pantyhose off at the office before getting in the car. Vi’s fingers are calloused and hard against her milky soft skin, leaving behind faint red trails as she squeezes and releases, parting her legs further until Caitlyn is sure she can fucking smell her. Caitlyn tips her head back in a moan as Vi reaches for the hem of her lace panties.
Without another word, Vi slides them down her thighs and peels them off her. Caitlyn whimpers pathetically as she feels a strand of her slick cling to the fabric as Vi pries the underwear off her. And as she watches Vi retrieve her prize with wide, astonished powder blue eyes, she blushes.
“So wet, baby girl. You need this so bad, don’t you?” Vi hums as she brings the panties up to her lips, the slick coating the lining and glistening in the light. Caitlyn is about to speak when Vi raises the panties to her own mouth and takes a testing lick, humming with pleased delight and causing Caitlyn to squirm once more. More of her slick dribbles out between her lower lips.
She’s sure she’s soaking the chair, but she doesn’t care.
And, to be honest, neither does Vi.
Because the next thing Vi does is ball up the panties and hold them up to Caitlyn’s lips.
With a breathless rasp, Vi orders her to do one last thing.
“Open up, Princess.”
Caitlyn can’t help but part her lips, salivating as Vi stuffs the balled up panties in her mouth. She moans and gags at the fullness of her mouth, but it’s nothing compared to the fullness she’ll want to taste later, she thinks as she eyes the bulge in Vi’s pants. She bites down around her damp panties and Vi gives her a loving tap of approval on her cheek before she stands up. The music continues to drone on in the background as Vi sways back to the music, her wolfish eyes never leaving Caitlyn’s own as she sways in sultry undulation of her hips and back along with the beat.
The guitar’s fuzzy overlay threatens to numb the buzz in Caitlyn’s mind as Vi reaches for her jeans next, her fingers moving torturously slow as she unclasps the heavy metal latch of her belt.
She whips the thick leather through the buckle and slides it effortlessly through the ringed hoops of her jeans before the song transitions to something else in the background.
Your man on the road, he doin’ promo.
You said, keep our business on the low-low.
I’m just tryna get you out the friend zone.
‘Cause you look even better than the photos.
Caitlyn watches, drooling around the panties shoved into mouth as Vi slides her hand up her chest and feels herself to the music before her fingers card through her hair. She tips her head back, exposing her neck and the faint lovebites that Caitlyn had left last night. Caitlyn squirms again as Vi looks back at her through hooded eyelids before she strides over slowly, teasingly.
Caitlyn moans behind the cloth as Vi steps up to her, reaching behind Caitlyn’s head to hold on to the back of the chair before she swings her one leg over Caitlyn’s lap, hovering over her. Caitlyn tilts her head up as Vi slowly grinds her hips forward, her abs barely grazing her nose. Caitlyn tips her face forward, inhaling the sweat and oil on her skin as Vi sways to the music. Caitlyn’s groan is muffled by the fabric in her mouth as Vi turns around and steps forward, revealing the intricate black swirls of her tattoo and flexing laterals and trap muscles. She leans forward, bending over and then swinging her leg around slowly, grinding her hips back upwards. Caitlyn whimpers as Vi poses, flexing her chest and abdominal muscles as she leans on her heels. She slides her hand down her chest again, this time her fingers heading for her jean button. Caitlyn watches as she fingers over the metallic loop before she thumbs the button.
And with quick, deft fingers, Vi undoes the button.
Those piercing powder blue eyes stare through her as Caitlyn watches the effortless way Vi strips her jeans down, leaving her in her black Calvin boxer briefs, the outline of her bulge visible from the inside of her thighs. Vi kicks the jeans off and they fly into the dark shadows of the room, likely not to be seen again until the morning. Vi then stands back up and tips her chin upwards. Caitlyn follows her movements with doe eyes, lost in the haze of her desire and need.
I only call you when it’s half past five.
The only time that I’d be by your side.
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me.
When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me.
Vi carefully pries open her mouth and grabs at the drenched panties, pulling them from her mouth and tossing them aside. Caitlyn takes a deep, greedy breath as Vi leans down.
And steals the damn air from her lungs.
Caitlyn loses herself in the kiss as she feels Vi’s tongue slide past her lips and lap at the ridges of her teeth. Vi continues to grind her hips against Caitlyn’s front, hovering over her lap as they continue to make out on the chair until Caitlyn has to pull away to take another desperate breath. Vi allows her to breathe this time as her large hand cups her face, her thumb rolling over the thick ridge of her cheekbones. Her free hand slides behind her back and unhooks her cuffs.
The music switches again, and Caitlyn closes her eyes as sultry, smooth bass fills the air.
Truly I ain’t got no business here.
But since my friends are here, I just came to kick it.
But really I would rather be at home all by myself.
Not in this room with people who don’t even care about my wellbeing.
The minute Vi frees her from her constraints, she reaches down for her hips and hoists her upwards. Caitlyn hisses against Vi’s lips as she feels Vi’s hand yank at the hem of her blouse, nearly tearing it as she tosses it across the room, her head immediately going between her breasts. Caitlyn’s head tips back and she gasps in awe as Vi buries herself in her bosom, greedily licking and lapping at her skin and biting marks that will surely appear tomorrow. Caitlyn doesn’t bother scolding her because each sharp indent of Vi’s canines in her skin has her quivering. She can’t help but take her newly freed hand and claw into Vi’s hair, scraping her scalp with her fingertips and clenching hard when Vi pulls her bra down and holds her breasts.
“My girls,” Vi purrs, “they’re too beautiful to be held captive, don’t you think?”
“Vi,” Caitlyn moans as she looks down at Vi’s hands on her breasts. “Take it off.”
“Ordering me around?” Vi asks, eyeing her carefully. “Be careful, Cupcake.”
Before Caitlyn can respond, Vi rips the bra off her and then draws her in for another deep, scalding kiss. A tortured moan leaves her lips as Vi takes her thigh into one of her hands, tugging gently. Caitlyn gets the hint and jumps up, locking her long legs around that strong back. Vi growls against her neck as she carries her effortless away from the chair and up the stairs.
Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this
An antisocial pessimist, but usually I don’t mess with this.
And I know you mean only the best and
your intentions aren’t to bother me.
They both reconnect their lips once Vi is sure that she’s not going to drop her, and Caitlyn can’t help but bite the younger woman’s bottom lip as the music fades to a muffled noise in the background. Vi kicks the door open to their bedroom and Caitlyn claws down her chest desperately as Vi bucks her hips upwards, giving Caitlyn a taste of that delicious bulge.
Without any warning, Vi tosses her like a ragdoll on the bed, causing Caitlyn to land with a soft oof. She looks up at Vi, slick with sweat and muscles flexing and tensing with each breath, looking every bit like the statue of a Greek god as she stands before her with a slight smirk. Caitlyn’s legs are close together and she grins up at Vi with a bratty expression as Vi gestures at her with a nod.
“Turn over.”
Caitlyn can’t help it as she crooks her finger at Vi teasingly.
The music switches again, and Caitlyn grins at the next song that plays. She calls out for their home audio system to turn up the beat and Vi chuckles, shaking her head at her smirking grin.
Guess I’m contagious, it’d be safest if you ran.
Fuck, that’s what they all just end up doing in the end.
Take my car and paint it black.
Take my arm, break it in half.
Then, Caitlyn brings Vi’s head into her side as she mouths at her ear and whispers,
“Make me, Daddy.”
Vi growls as she doesn’t hesitate, leaving Caitlyn’s skirt as she roughly reaches for her hips and flips her onto her stomach before grabbing at her legs and yanking her down. Caitlyn lets out a wanton moan as she wiggles her ass for effect, knowing how much it riles Vi up. Vi lays her solid weight over her back, pressing that bulge against her skirt-covered ass with a firm grind.
“Is this what you wanted?” Vi hisses in her ear as she undulates her hips against Caitlyn’s ass. “Did you want to come home and have me fuck the smarts right out of your brain, pretty girl?”
Caitlyn whimpers and nods pleadingly. “Please, Daddy, I want you to fuck me until I can’t think.”
“What would your partners think, hmm? That their stuck-up boss is a whore for her butch?” Vi growls into her ear, her teeth clamping over the shell of the organ and tugging lightly. Caitlyn whines and squirms against Vi’s heavy, hot weight as her pussy throbs with an aching need.
I need noise.
I need the buzz of a sub.
Need the crack of a whip.
Need some blood in the cut.
“Don’t worry, baby girl, I’ll fuck you until you’re putty in my arms,” Vi purrs against her ear, her hand coming up to tangle in with her ponytail. “But first, Daddy needs to take what’s hers.”
When Caitlyn can’t reply with anything but a nonsensical whimper, Vi grunts again.
“What am I going to take?”
Caitlyn hisses as she presses her hips up into Vi’s crotch, slick running down her legs.
Gods, she’s fucking wrecked.
“My pussy,” Caitlyn breathes out, “you’re going to take my pussy.”
“Mm,” Vi replies with a salacious growl. “And what am I going to do with that pussy, baby?”
Caitlyn cocks her head to the side so she can see those piercing eyes staring through her.
She fucking melts as she firmly hisses, “I want you to take my pussy and destroy it, Daddy.”
Like that, the beast within Vi is unleashed.
Caitlyn barely has a second to prepare before Vi pushes her head down against the pillow and reaches under her hips to pull her thighs flush together. Caitlyn closes her eyes and breathes through her nose as she’s manhandled into the prone bone position. Vi leans back once she’s satisfied Caitlyn won’t move and she pushes her skirt up roughly, exposing her ass and pussy.
The cool air assaults her wetness and Caitlyn moans against the pillow, a steady string of drool already pooling at the corner of her mouth as she continues to drip on the bedsheets. Vi tsks and uses her hands to spread her ass and expose her pussy even further for deeper inspection.
“You’re soaking the sheets,” Vi scolds playfully, “You’re such a desperate slut, Princess.”
Another nonsensical whimper leaves her mouth as Vi grunts, “But you’ll need more to take me.”
Caitlyn turns her head against the pillow and watches as Vi spits a gob of saliva against her pussy. She shivers at the contact and squirms as Vi rubs her spit against her labia, her calloused middle finger catching on her hard clit ever so often. It throbs and beats to the pounding in her chest as she begins to whimper and whine in utter desperation for Vi to do more. Vi only chuckles and gives her ass a sharp slap, which rouses a sharp gasp from her lips.
“Head down,” Vi orders as her one hand goes to the fly of her boxers, fishing out the massively thick and deliciously long strap. She takes her slick and spit-covered fingers and jerks herself, getting the silicone nice and prepared for penetration. Caitlyn watches the whole thing, unable to obey as she stares in fascination at the way Vi’s biceps and triceps flex and pop with the movement of her arms. Vi notices her watching and growls, her free hand coming to her hair.
Caitlyn leans into her touch as she pushes her face into the pillow and grunts, “Down.”
When Caitlyn grins and fights against her, Vi flexes her strength and pins her down with the strength that she wields like a sharpened sword. Caitlyn cries out and Vi squats over her.
And with a single hard thrust, Vi buries herself inside her pussy.
Blinding lights shine from the corner of her vision and Caitlyn is sure that she’s ascended to heaven. She moans and heaves as she feels the splitting sting between her legs pulse all the way up the ridges of her spine, tingling at the back of her mind and activating all of her primal instincts to submit to the creature of fate that has her pinned over like a bitch in heat.
“God,” Vi mutters as she gives Caitlyn a precious moment to adjust, “I forgot how tight you are.”
Caitlyn can’t help but beam as she wiggles her hips again, “It’s nice and tight for you, Daddy.”
A pleased sigh leaves Vi’s lips as she leans over her back and kisses up her spine.
“You’re so good to me, baby girl,” Vi hums against her sweat-slicked skin. “You’re always so nice and ready for me, so warm and wet. I can feel you pulsing around me, gripping me tight.”
Caitlyn moans again as she whimpers, “Please, Daddy, I need you to move.”
“Oh Princess,” Vi whispers as she rubs her flank soothingly. “I know, baby. I know.”
“Please, please, please,” Caitlyn begs, dissolving into a mess with each second that Vi stays rigid and buried to the hilt inside of her without moving—God she needs her to fucking move—
“Relax,” Vi soothes quietly, “I’ll make it worth your wait, pretty girl. Daddy’s got you.”
Caitlyn sobs and nods, her heart thudding inside her chest with anticipation as Vi’s arm slides down the length of the bed before digging beneath her collarbone. Caitlyn greedily adjusts as Vi curls that bulging bicep against her throat, putting her into a light chokehold as she rests her weight over her back. Caitlyn is pressed deep into the mattress and she knows she has only a second to take a deep breath. She drinks in the air and clutches the sheets as she waits.
Thankfully, she doesn’t have to wait for long, however.
Vi lets out a firm growl and slides her hips outwards before thrusting back in, drawing a hiccupped cry from Caitlyn as she’s fucked into the mattress. Vi starts slow, still allowing her body to adjust to the thickness of her strap, but before long, Vi sets off on a furious pace, the entire bedframe wobbling with the force of her thrusts. The repetitive thwap of their skin slapping against each other is the only other sound in the room beside Vi’s deep grunts and Caitlyn’s whines. Vi’s grip around her throat tightens and Caitlyn moans, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
She goes limp, resigning herself to becoming Vi’s fuck-toy as her core clenches and flexes against the length thrusting in and out of her. She’s embarrassingly riding close to her peak, but she doesn’t bother questioning it as she moves her hands from the crumpled sheets to Vi’s other arm, clawing into the rough, tattooed skin there. She feels blood burble up beneath her fingertips as she digs her nails in and scratches down her forearm, drawing a hiss from Vi.
“Faster,” Caitlyn pleads breathlessly, “faster, Vi, I’m so close—”
Vi grunts and double-times it, her hips pistoning in and out in lightning-fast thrusts. Caitlyn can hardly breathe between being choked and pressed into the pillows, but the dangerous line of asphyxiation causes her to chase her peak on a plane that can only be ascended by God.
Then, like a bullet from her rifle, Caitlyn fires headfirst into her orgasm.
Her entire body seizes up and she shouts nonsensical profanity as Vi continues to thrust through the waves that capsize her. She feels hot liquid dribble out in pulses around Vi’s cock, soaking the sheets beneath them. Vi continues her thrusts, the sound of her strap slapping up against the liquid coming from her molten, throbbing pussy creating lewd and sinful noises.
Eventually, she runs out of room to breathe and taps on Vi’s scratched up forearm. Immediately, Vi loosens up and buries herself inside once more, resting her sweaty forehead on Caitlyn’s forehead as they both slump into the sheets. Caitlyn continues to jerk and shudder, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rushing through her as her head feels like fields of cotton.
“Holy fuck,” Caitlyn breathes out as Vi’s dampened arm slides out from around her neck. She can’t move her leg, or her body, for that matter. Luckily, Vi gets the message and uses her strength to tenderly roll her over onto her back without pulling out of her. Caitlyn huffs out a breathless laugh as Vi’s sweaty forehead rests in her chest, kissing her breasts languidly.
“You okay, Cupcake?” Vi asks, looking up at her with those famously soft puppy eyes. Caitlyn shakily reaches down and combs her fingers through those matted strands of wild red hair.
“Okay?” Caitlyn whispers. “I’m fucking fantastic, Vi.”
Her girlfriend beams up at her proudly, leaning up to press a kiss to her lips. Caitlyn moans as she feels the blood return to her legs. She slides her long legs up and down Vi’s muscled flank, her toes dipping into her abductor muscles before hooking around the small of her back tightly.
“Not done yet?” Vi asks, breaking apart from their kiss with a bemused grin. Caitlyn narrows her eyes playfully before she loops her arms over Vi’s shoulders and tugs the woman back into her.
She feels that length shift inside her and she hums, pleased.
“It is my birthday, isn’t it?” Caitlyn teases, arching her brow. “And I think I know what I want.”
“Oh?” Vi asks, grinning back at her. “What’s that, Cupcake?”
Caitlyn brings Vi’s head down so that she can twist her face to the side and whisper in her ear.
“I want you to fuck me to sleep, pretty boy. Think you can do that?”
Vi shivers at the lustful tone in her voice and Caitlyn smirks victoriously. Vi may be the one that controls their bedroom activities, being the stone butch she was, Caitlyn still has her fun winding her up. She runs one of her hands down Vi’s chest, avoiding her breasts as she palms her abs.
“Show me what those muscles can do,” Caitlyn murmurs, “I want to feel you inside me for weeks, Vi. Can you do that, hmm? My strong boy. Can you fuck me until I can’t walk no more?”
Vi growls against her lips and places her hand at Caitlyn’s waist, adjusting herself as she leans back. The view is marvelous as Caitlyn drinks in her sweat-slick abs glistening in the dark. She spreads her legs as much as she can while keeping her ankles locked around Vi’s back.
“Go on then,” Caitlyn teases, “and don’t you dare stop, Vi.”
Vi doesn’t hesitate as she grins down at her.
“Anything for you, birthday girl.”
* * *
Caitlyn takes the next day off work.
Then, the next day.
And the day after that.
Happy birthday to her, indeed.