First, she had been forced to her knees, the rattle of a strong voice murmuring the order still fresh in her head.
Caitlyn was there, of course she was. Always in sight, a touching distance away when sight wasn't on the table.
Like now.
Vi looks up at Caitlyn, head just edging into the sweet 'fuck-knows-where' that Caitlyn brings. Knows she won't have sight much longer because control is vital. Every piece meticulously planned out.
Caitlyn. Her.
It's dim in the bedroom.
The darkness forces her eyes to focus on Caitlyn and nothing else. V hates the reliance but doesn't, somehow. Because what feels too suffocating in any other circumstance feels freeing. Caitlyn tries to nudge her into thinking about it, during those times they try to muster up some semblance of adult conversation. Vi crushes it down because saying it made it real.
Fuck.
Caitlyn steps back. One, two. Just far enough that Vi can still feel her, but fully see her from her little vantage point on her knees. Caitlyn takes her leather gloves off with her teeth. Makes a show of it, too. Flicks her tongue out just enough that Vi imagines what that tongue would feel like spelling her name out against her clit.
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The left glove comes off first. Caitlyn's hands are steady. Always are. From firing a perfectly practised round to fingering her open with deadly precision.
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Fuck.
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The right one now. Caitlyn takes it off the same way; teeth and tongue. Then cracks her knuckles. Rubs her wrists because the leather can chafe. Vi wants to lick her wounds clean. Just to taste her. Curses herself at the stab of desperation.
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Caitlyn unbuttons her shirt but leaves a silk scarf around her neck. Vi doesn't like to be naked, but she doesn't mind. Has never minded.
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Vi loves Caitlyn's tits.
It strikes her as odd. How simple and innocent that thought is. As if anything like her could possibly be simple and innocent. Vi likes women. It hardly takes a genius to figure it out. She walks it and talks it and feels it when she bleeds out on the pavement after a punch in the mouth. Vi drinks in the sight of Caitlyn and it's like nothing she's ever experienced. Wants to touch her, feel her, crawl inside her ribcage and drown.
Women who fuck. Women who fight. Them.
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Caitlyn steps forward and Vi watches her tits bounce with a simpler mind. Vi flexes her bound wrists, loose enough to break but tight enough to not try.
It's exhilarating.
Caitlyn smooths her hand over Vi's cheek. She doesn't recoil, but it's enough to make her want to. Good and bad; everything and nothing. Caitlyn touches her softly and she's good. She needs to hammer that into her skull, but Caitlyn won't let her. Would much rather weave it through every ridge in her brain; fingers the needle and tongue the thread.
"You're so pretty like this," Caitlyn says, running her hand further up, into Vi's hair. "Handsome, sexy," almost murmured to herself, so lost in whatever it is that Vi has that makes her tick. She balances her praise like Vi hasn't been called worse than some lowly sexual slip up. Speaks to Vi like being careful matters. Coddles her until it's almost too much to bear before pulling Vi's head back by the hair.
Vi moans in pain and then pleasure. Adrenaline ready, itching for a fight. Caitlyn kisses her roughly and Vi melts into it almost scarily easy.
"Okay?" Caitlyn asks. Vi knows what she's really saying. Nods her head with enough force to strain her shoulders, her wrists aching behind her back.
"Never been fuckin' better."
"Tch," Caitlyn tugs her hair again. A good grip, close to the scalp. It stings. Stings like a brawl but not the same. No where near the time some faceless opponent had grabbed her hair from behind. This was purposeful, crafted, calculated. Everything Caitlyn was.
Tug . "Don't drift away, baby."
Vi was fucking soaked.
Caitlyn must know. Of course she knows.
"Get on the bed."
A flash of defiance. "Make me."
Something changes in Caitlyn's expression. Fiery and sexy.
Slap.
Vi knew it was coming but Caitlyn soothes the spot anyway. Checks her over with keen eyes before deciding on something that Vi herself doesn't even know.
"Again?"
"Fuck you-"
Caitlyn hits her again. Harder this time. Vi can feel her strength behind it and fuck it turns her on. How strong Caitlyn is. Her thoughts collide harshly. The desire to submit and the instinct to fight back. V is suddenly, crudely aware of her own vulnerability. How right now, in her own stupidity, Caitlyn could say 'jump' and Vi would say 'how high?'. Part sex part shame. Being aware of her submissiveness makes her feel cold and silly. A feral dog; collared and chained and never to see the outside world again.
"Get on the bed."
But there's just something about the way Caitlyn says the order that makes Vi want to submit.
Caitlyn hauls her up with that strength again. Unties Vi's hands quickly. Vi rebounds when she hits the mattress. Used to throwing around her own weight, never the other way around. Then Caitlyn's on top, backing Vi into a position on her back, head against the pillows, knee between her legs. That humiliating, wet neediness apparent for all to see.
It happens.
There's a moment of stillness. Caitlyn unwraps the silky scarf from her throat. Slow, maddening, stilling the knee Vi was grinding down on like a slut.
"I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked in your life."
The statement. The certainty. Vi could bust right then and there. Caitlyn had 'Enforcer' written over every inch of her being.
Vi breathes. "Yes." And it's serious. No playful flirting or blunt redirection of uncomfortable conversations. Vi wants. Wants and wants and wants until it consumes every part of her. Caitlyn holds the blindfold in front of Vi's face and Vi leans into the bondage with sickening ease. Vision obscured and ready and wanting. Tied behind her head and the world is silent.
Caitlyn takes both her hands and pulls them above her head. Bound to the headboard. Powerless again. Wanting. Pussy throbbing with anticipation. A kiss.
Caitlyn starts at her lips and leaves too soon. A deep kiss. Vi tastes her. Fleeting moments before she's gone and those lips touch her shoulders. They lick a trail across her collar bones and stop with Caitlyn's hands on her chest.
"May I?"
Vi is boneless. Can't do anything but nod.Caitlyn pulls her tank top up. Just enough that one breast is free for her to suck into her mouth while her free hand tweaks the other nipple through the fabric. Vi stiffens and moans. Thigh muscles twitching with Caitlyn still between them. That fucking knee back to that fucking spot where she can grind her pussy against it. Too much. Not enough. They crash together like tectonic plates. And it's so good. So. Fucking. Good.
Caitlyn leaves her nipples sore when she pulls away and Vi cries out at the loss, shameless, only comforted by the quick return of those lips against her stomach. Hands feeling up her abs. Scrambling to touch yet somehow careful. Deliberate yet desperate. Vi pulls against her bonds and the headboard thumps against the wall. Caitlyn just dips lower. A torturer. Hovers her mouth over Vi's clothed pussy and just breathes.
"Heh," Vi chokes out, laughter a desperate facade, "don't tease me."
Caitlyn kisses the inside of her thigh. Vi pulls her bonds again. Unable to get anything except what Caitlyn's giving her. Can't even scramble for friction in the darkness. Tries to. Ever the trier. She knows what Caitlyn wants. Submission. To break her and rebuild. That dreaded word. A beg.
There's a laugh and Vi notices the change in tune. Feels that excitement and dread cocktail for an insult as she does a praise.
"You look like such a whore right now."
She does. She does. It's not a cruel tone. More so that teasing flirtatiousness. Like when Vi calls her 'Cupcake.'
Caitlyn's hands haven't left her yet. A wall stopping that vulnerability from shining through. They tap a rhythm into her thighs, enjoying the struggle.
"Who's whore are you, darling?"
That balance again. Speaking it makes it real. Vi likes to tell herself that she doesn't crave it but she does. A shameful fucking want.
Caitlyn doesn't press her for an answer. Sees those thoughts in her head and shoots them dead. Runs her hands up from Vi's thighs, one smooth motion,contact never wavering. Here, alive. She strikes Vi across the face again, snaps her head to the side.
Vi cries out a forced out fuck . Wanting and need and craving. Is still stoned off the pain when Caitlyn tugs the waistband of her boxers before pulling them down, mid thigh and then off entirely.
"Color?"
"Green, green! Please-"
The magic word. Caitlyn's tongue starts slow, smooth strokes. Kisses in between. She runs her tongue over Vi's pussy. Tracing either side and circling her clit in a soft motion. She laps at the wetness and Vi throws her head around because the sensation fills her whole body and she's drowning in it.
She sucks then. Alternates between flattening her tongue against her clit and sucking it gently into her mouth. Caitlyn's teasing again. Pulling away for fleeting moments, kissing and biting Vi's thighs before returning. Humming and moaning against Vi's pussy. Filling the room with slick noises in combination with Vi's wet, overestimated breathing.
Vi's lost. Murmuring Caitlyn's name into the air. Talking to no one. She fights against her wrists. Wants to bundle that submission into a bag and bury it in the ground. She isn't supposed to feel this. But Caitlyn somehow convinces her she does. And Vi knows she's a fucking fool but grips on anyway, both hands, a drowning man clinging to stray driftwood.
Caitlyn's fingering her open, now. Moving her tongue in those skillful ways while sliding her fingers in, back and forth, two then three. Vi's whining . Noises she never thought she'd let loose. So close and so far. Vi can taste herself on Caitlyn's lips when she kisses her, open and wet and desperate. Her voice soothes over her touch when she shifts off the bed, deliberately heavy and loud. A choir of 'I'm here' as she speaks her location to Vi's blind eyes. Vi can taste her, hear her, almost imagine the harness as she slips it up her thighs.
Vi's needy for it.
A bitch for it.
There's a snap and a squelch of liquid. It's noisy. Vi can envision Caitlyn spreading the lube across the strap. Envisions Caitlyn touching the dildo and not her. Vi cries out. Wants to touch Caitlyn or touch herself or both. Caitlyn laughs again and there's a dip in the mattress. Together again.
Vi spreads her legs to welcome Caitlyn back. Hooks her ankles behind her, unafraid of the desperation. Gasps when Caitlyn a lines the dildo and pushes. Dribbles cold lube across her pussy without warning and then smoothes her fingers along the goosebumps across Vi's thighs.
Push.
The didlo inches closer home. Vi kicks her legs in the air. Wants to scream and cry with the stimulation she wants. Caitlyn starts fucking in and out. Agonisingly slow. Pinching Vi's nipple with one hand and grounding her hip with the other. Stilling the writhing with one firm touch.
Push.
It's too much. Vi's going to die here. She wants to claw her fingers down Caitlyn's back.
Push.
Fuck.
Caitlyn's pace quickens. Hard and fast and Vi's losing herself. Dumb. Every part of her fucked out. Shattered to be rebuilt. Fucked and fucked until there's nothing left. Caitlyn and her. Women who fuck, women who fight-
"Yellow!" Vi sobs out, her voice rough and humiliating but she doesn't care. Caitlyn stops but doesn't pull out.
"What do you need?"
"You, you-"
Vi tugs at her binds and Caitlyn gets it. Reaches up and pulls the knot away. Vi rips the blindfold away herself and grips Caitlyn close. She attempts to wrap her legs around Caitlyn again but Caitlyn grabs them instead, folds Vi in half, knees close to her head. Her entire weight on Vi's hips. Fucking deeper than Vi could ever imagine. Skin on skin.
Vi takes Caitlyn in. Drinks in the visual once again. Watches her tits bounce before Caitlyn grabs her face, angles her jaw up, looks into her eyes. Owns.
"I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours-"
Caitlyn's fingers circle her clit.
"You're so good for me."
Vi sobs through her orgasm. Clenches around the dildo while Caitlyn pulls her in for a breathless kiss. Wiping those shameful, shameful tears and never mentioning them. Everything and nothing and all.
Caitlyn cleans them up and then they lay beside each other. Vi will try to laugh it off, choking through tears and Caitlyn will let her. Simply be there, always, arms length away.
End.