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With Vi's hand on her shoulder, Caitlyn took the lead as they walked through a large group of people, just outside of a sumptuously massive building that Vi had never been to before. Loud music reverberated from the hall before them, and throngs of people in their most opulent finery were milling about as the two pushed forward to make their way into the line inside. Caitlyn kept her girlfriend close, knowing all-too-well how overwhelming the intensity of the sights and sounds surrounding them could be. Especially for a newcomer like Vi. "What the fuck did you say this place was called again?" Vi asked loudly in Caitlyn's ear as they progressed. It was obvious that she couldn't hear well through the chatter of the crowd, and it was also obvious that Vi was nervous about that. Doing her best to turn her face so Vi could read her lips, she replied, "It's called Chalice. I used to go here all the time during my academy days. Best night club in Piltover, truthfully." "So we're gonna dance?" questioned Vi, rapidly blinking out of nervous habit. A month ago, Caitlyn had asked her what she wanted for her birthday. Being a woman of few wants, Vi had told Caitlyn she wanted to do something, not get something. And Vi did not want any involvement in planning, only requesting that Caitlyn 'surprise her.' But Vi hadn't been expecting a night out clubbing, and wasn't sure she felt confident enough in her dance skills to have a good time. "No worries, love, we aren't here to dance," she smiled reassuringly. Interest piqued but still uncertain, Vi declared,
"You didn't say it was going to be so posh! I'm really underdressed, are you sure that we should have pre-gamed before coming?" Vi said, her eyes locking into Caitlyn's with an expression of worry. Despite that, Caitlyn also could see her lips were curved into that familiar, somewhat cocky smile she'd grown to love. Stopping suddenly (and a little bit on purpose,) Caitlyn reached around herself to grab Vi's jacket as she bumped into her back, pulling Vi forward and holding her there, pressing against her chest. "Don't fret, darling. You're stunning. I've got you."
Somehow, even after all the brandy they drank before coming, Vi's already flushed face became noticeably brighter. "You're'n angel, baby." Vi said, partially slurring her words, and hiding her face shyly in Caitlyn's hair. Taking her by the hand, she took her girlfriend through the entryway into the packed Piltover nightclub. Chalice was a venue not far from the Academy District that had long been a staple for many of the students there. What made it popular wasn't necessarily the music, drinks, or even its lavish atmosphere. The best feature of Chalice was its sheer size, which allowed it to offer multiple uses for the elite patrons it served. Upon entering, Vi was working hard on trying not to openly gawk at the excess of extravagance surrounding her. Gilded wainscoting rose up from a black marble slabbed dance floor, which was filled with people in outfits that varied in degrees of modesty amongst a sea of fine fabric and bare bodies. Vi was endlessly dazzled by the luxuries of Piltover, and also disgusted by it. It was still a lot to adjust to, even if she'd been living there for nearly a year now. Maybe she'd never get used to it. Not even an hour ago, she'd helped Cait polish off an entire bottle of Noxian honied brandy that probably cost more than anything Vi'd ever owned. Topside was a nightmare that looked like a dreamy fantasy. "Hey," Caitlyn's voice pulled Vi out of her head and back into the moment. Taking her hand, she looked at her with intent. "Can I show you why we're here?" Her stormy blue eyes shone boldly, gleaming like polished stone. Vi nodded, there was no way she'd refuse when Caitlyn looked at her like that. The dance floor was packed, and Vi was relieved to get away from the chaos. An elevator took the pair up to the third floor. It was quiet, a stark contrast from the ground level. Once there, Cait took Vi by the hand and stopped at a reception desk, simply stating "Number 8," to the attendant who sat there. A short walk and a key turn later, Vi was met with her own reflection, in multiple areas around the room they'd entered. The walls, ceiling, and even the floor were entirely made of tiled mirrors. Simple black furniture were the only other objects; one bench, a bed, and two chairs. Strangely, a large, ornately carved mirror hung on one of the walls opposite from the bed; it was the only wall that was not completely mirror-lined. As the door closed behind them, Caitlyn let go of Vi's hand, and went to stand in front of it. Still feeling a bit lost, Vi wandered around the room a little before sitting on the bench. Vi scooted a bit to give Caitlyn space next to her, patting the seat in invitation. To Vi's surprise, Caitlyn remained standing, continuing to look at herself in the giant oval mirror. Vi smirked a little, leaning against the wall behind her and placing her hands on her parted knees. "Like what you see, cupcake?" she asked coyly. The only decision Vi had made for the evening was to choose Cait's dress; silk the color of a particularly dark plum made up the loose-fitting sleeves and torso, while a rich patterned brocade made up the skirt. The dress' collar was cut just perfectly to show off Caitlyn's strong shoulders, and it plunged a little in the back as well, exposing her nape. She wore simple yet elegant makeup, and her usual pendant necklace. Scoffing, Caitlyn turned from the mirror and raised an eyebrow at Vi. "You're the birthday girl. Do you like what you see?" Gazing at her, Vi whistled, and winked. "You know it. Happy birthday to me, indeed." In that moment, Vi involuntarily caught a glimpse of her own reflection in one of the mirrors. She felt a little self-conscious upon seeing it. Vi had dressed comfortably, but nice enough for what she thought was going to be a relatively casual date. With a great deal of input from Caitlyn, she'd picked out a sporty blue jacket with gray accents, a plain shirt underneath, and navy blue pants with a sleek gray belt and shoes that matched. The jacket made Vi feel secure, and good about herself; the fabric was form-fitting and accentuated her muscular arms, while also hiding the scars on her skin. Vi liked the outfit, but she felt that it was far too lowbrow for the likes of Chalice. Caitlyn could sense her girlfriend's concern, and smiled gently, taking a seat next to her. She placed a hand reassuringly on her leg. "You look gorgeous, too, you know," she murmured, kissing her cheek, just above her jawline. Vi sighed a little, looking down at her hands. "I don't know, Cait. This place is so glitzy and I'm… kinda plain." Vi was going to say she looked like a dingy sumprat, but she thought better of it, knowing that her girlfriend would get on her case for 'not being nice to herself.' Even so, Caitlyn made a somewhat pouty frown at Vi's self-depreciation. Still got my work cut out for me, she thought as she squeezed Vi's hand. Taking her hand from Vi's lap, she reached to caress the side of her face. She guided Vi with her palm, turning her head so she could look her in the eye. "You don't need to be glitzy. You're gold, and this place, those people downstairs," she purred, curling Vi's hair around her fingers. "It's all just glitter." Vi felt her body responding to Caitlyn's words and touch, not caring as much about what she looked like anymore. Goosebumps rose up her neck, and her stomach stirred in arousal. "I know, but baby…" Caitlyn placed a finger over Vi's lips, cutting her off. Leaning in close, she whispered to her. "I brought you here because I wanted you to see what I see. You deserve to know how special you are, Vi." Cait's lips brushed against her ear as she spoke. "How real, and perfect, and beautiful you are," she cooed sweetly, taking her other hand and gingerly gripping at the hem of Vi's pants, teasing her with a light nip on the lobe of her ear. "...Cupcake, hey," Vi muttered, grabbing her hand reluctantly. "Catch me up, please. What did you have in mind for tonight?" Pressing her forehead against Vi, she hummed in amusement. "You're about to see why I love this room." Standing from the bench, Caitlyn walked nonchalantly over to the mirror, glancing coquettishly over her shoulder at Vi. Vi felt glued to the bench as she gazed at her girlfriend with rapt admiration. "You've been here before?" she asked somewhat absently, her eyes drawn to the mirrors. She could see Cait from so many angles all at once; the tops, sides, and back of her exposed shoulders, the way her dress fit over her shapely hips and rear-end, and her entire… everything. She was starting to understand what Cait liked about this room. "When I was in school," she began, "I came here with a few people every so often." As she spoke, she slipped her arms from her sleeves, pulling down the bodice of her gown. "It was always great fun, but," she paused as she stepped out of the dress, revealing another birthday surprise for Vi. "I wasn't with you, and now, I am." Not able to help herself, Vi's mouth fell agape. Underneath her dress, Cait had donned a one-piece, all-black bodysuit; criss-crossing straps on the front created a corset styled look that stopped just beneath her breasts. And in the back, her ass was practically bare. The suit's bottom, although not quite a g-string, was thin enough to allow for a delightfully cheeky appearance. It was a new piece Vi'd never seen her in before. "F-fuck," Vi stammered. Any misgivings she'd had were now completely gone. This was going to be a great birthday gift. Recently, the two had been trying out some new power dynamics. Vi was still getting used to being actively involved in planning their scenes: talking through expectations and limits did not come naturally to her. Which was why Vi was incredibly grateful for this moment, as it appeared Caitlyn had come up with something on her own. That small thing alone had taken a lot of pressure off her shoulders. Discarding her dress into a corner, Caitlyn held her head high as she sauntered to stand directly in front of Vi. Situating herself between her legs, she laced her fingers behind her head, and smiled sweetly. "What do you think?" she asked, checking in. Vi closed her mouth, trying to bring some moisture back to her parched tongue and throat. "I… words are hard." Her face was nearly the same shade as her hair. Giggling a bit, Caitlyn playfully pinched Vi's cheek. "You're adorable, darling. Do you have anything you'd like to ask?" "Um, well…" she pondered, head still spinning. "I don't, er, have my collar." With a gleeful grin, Caitlyn leaned down, gripping her pants again. This time, however, Cait undid the belt from around her body. Folding it over, she held it flat in her hands to show Vi. "Will this work?" she asked coyly. Breathing out an eager chuckle, Vi said, "Yeah, that's fine." "Good. Anything else?" Caitlyn was determined to make sure Vi was wholly comfortable in this unfamiliar setting. And despite her apprehension, Vi was utterly intrigued and excited to see what Caitlyn had in store for her. "What about the sound?" Vi questioned with half-hearted concern. "We can be quiet," Cait said, and Vi couldn't help but scoff. "It isn't 'we' I'm worried about, babe," Vi pestered her with a wink, poking out her tongue. Giving her a look, Caitlyn didn't dignify that jab with a response, and continued. "These walls are decently thick. There are no guarantees, however, everyone here knows to not bother you or ask questions. Discretion is the number one requirement upon gaining membership to The Upstairs, here. And I've been one for nearly 8 years." Baffled, Vi was taken aback by this new information. "Damn cupcake, now I have several questions." Rolling her eyes, she said, "Can they wait? I'd be happy to share my academy exploits with you anytime, but right now," she murmured, putting her finger under Vi's chin, "I'd like to give my girlfriend her birthday present." "Alright, alright," Vi grinned. "But you better not hold out on me later, Kiramman." Shaking her head a little, Caitlyn attempted to refocus her partner. "Any other questions, dearest?" "Well, you've clearly thought of everything, so…I don't think so, no." Vi met her gaze, somewhat demurely. Her expression made Caitlyn feel like melting; behind all that muscle, that tough outer shell and sharp edges, was a tender flower of a girl that only she got to see. It was an honor, and also a huge ego boost on Caitlyn's part. She loved to take care of Vi in any way she could; Cait wanted to give her the whole world. "No, what?" Cait asked, firmly. With a giddy little laugh, Vi corrected herself. "No, ma'am." Ruffling Vi's hair, Caitlyn smirked. "Good girl," she praised, gripping the back of her head with one hand, and pulling upward on her hair gingerly. "Stand up." Eager to please, Vi immediately obliged. Still a bit inebriated, her coordination was messy, and she bumped into Caitlyn upon standing. "Shit, sorry," she chuckled, leaning against her. "Mm, a little sloppy on your form, but nothing I can't work with," she teased, grasping Vi's hips, keeping her close. "Remember your safewords, darling?" To Cait's surprise, Vi went straight in for a kiss, locking lips with her forcefully instead of answering her. It might have been her birthday, but Caitlyn wasn't going to let any lapse in Vi's manners go uncorrected. Taking a step back, she slipped from Vi's embrace, and carefully shoved her back into a seated position on the bench. "Vi," she warned, crouching to be at eye level with her. "You didn't answer my question. And you need to ask for what you want. Got it?" Nibbling on her lower lip impatiently, Vi's eyes glinted in defiance. "Of course I remember them, but I wanted to kiss you, cupcake." Caitlyn smirked haughtily; she'd dealt with bratty behavior before, but never from Vi. This would be fun. "Aw, isn't that sweet?" she purled in a sing-songy tone before snatching up a handful of her hair, tightly. "But you didn't get permission. Try again, dear; say your words." Wincing a little, Vi glared up at her with fiery gleam. "Make. Me." Raising an eyebrow at Vi, Caitlyn's expression hardened, but not entirely so. In her peripheral vision, Vi saw it in a reflection before she felt it. Caitlyn had dug her grip into the back of her jacket, and with her opposite hand in Vi's hair, she had yanked the other woman down onto the bench. Perching over her, Caitlyn had pinned Vi down between her knees before she had time to blink. She'd nearly knocked the wind from Vi's body. Staring wide up at her, obviously somewhat stunned, Vi exhaled a genuinely shocked gasp. Adrenaline pumped through her body, and Vi chuckled a bit in partial amusement and nervous anticipation. "Oh-okay! Matilda. And shark." Caitlyn hummed, pleased. "There. Was that so hard, pet?" Vi's toes curled inside of her shoes, the sudden warmth of Caitlyn's thighs locked against her body had made her cunt exquisitely wet. Moist desire pooled in between her own thighs, clenching tight with arousal. Without another word, Caitlyn rewarded her brat with a deep kiss. Her tongue deftly invaded Vi's mouth, while both of her hands gripped her partner's head in loose fists. Vi felt consumed, and it was sublime. Her arms pulled Cait closer as she wrapped them around her torso. She wanted Caitlyn to take all of her, right then. But her ecstasy was short lived; Caitlyn broke away from their kiss. Heady devotion practically dripped from Caitlyn's gaze into Vi's. But her face remained stoic in expression. "Good girls do what they're told the first time they've been asked. Do you want to be a good girl for me?" she questioned gently. "Yes," Vi breathed, her voice trembling somewhat. "And..?" Caitlyn prompted. "...yes, ma'am." uttered Vi. "Hmph." Caitlyn tilted her head and gazed at her pet appraisingly. Vi could feel her pulse rising in her chest and face. "You can start by using your manners." Caitlyn tilted Vi's chin down with her thumb and pointer finger, eyes on her. "I'll ask again. Do you want to be a good birthday girl for me tonight?" "Yes, ma'am." Vi said with a bashful little smile. Caitlyn's eyes changed, relaxing in their intensity. Her cheeks flushed a little, and she instinctively began to run her fingers through her hair with soft affection. "Good girl, Vi. I think it's time for your present now. You're lucky that you're cute." She huffed. Moving off of her, Caitlyn helped Vi sit up beside her. Holding her hand in her lap for a moment, she appeared to be deep in thought. After a breath of preparation, she spoke intently to Vi. "Listen carefully, please. You need to know that you're an absolute treasure to me." "Cupcake…" Vi muttered, her head reeling from the sudden shift in mood. "Of course I know I matter to you. You arranged this whole thing for me." Chuckling in satisfaction, she added, "I love you." Caitlyn grinned tenderly at her girlfriend. "I love you too, dearest. You're wonderful." Her face became a bit more austere, focused, as if she were working on a case. "But I need you to understand what I'd like to do with you." A little bit worried, Vi said, "Oh no, did I do something wrong?" Her eyes lit up with concern. "Not at all, darling," she said, pecking her check reassuringly. "I only want to make sure this is absolutely something you'd like to do before we start." "Okay… shoot, I guess. What should I know?" Vi asked. "Firstly," Caitlyn began. "I want you naked." Even the simple suggestion of that made Vi's face flush bright red, yet again. "I can make that happen," she kidded, a defense mechanism for the excited anxiety she still felt. "Then I need you to come over to the bed. Once I put this on," she picked up Vi's belt from the floor. "We'll start." With an obedient nod, Vi got up from the bench, and stripped down, putting her clothes in the same corner that Caitlyn's dress had been left. Making herself comfortable, Vi sat in a crossed-leg position near the edge of the bed. Her pussy was still quite wet, and sensitive, which caused her to shudder a little when she sat down on crisp, clean sheets. Caitlyn sat next to her, belt in hand, her eyes boring into Vi's. If Vi hadn't loved this woman with all of her heart, she would have found her severe glare very intimidating and hard to look at. Instead, she made sure her attention was totally on Caitlyn. "Vi," she started, "I am going to worship you. All of you. Every inch of your body is going to know that you are a fucking prize. And you are going to be a very good girl, and watch all of it." Vi didn't dare speak, her heart thumping with impassioned haste. She listened intently, not even allowing herself to blink. "When I say look, you look. If you look away, or close your eyes," Caitlyn snapped the belt against itself, "I'll pull and make you try again. If I have to keep reminding you, it'll last longer each time. Do you understand?" Excitement fluttered inside her, her bratty streak from earlier had vanished, and now she was ready to be a good girl for Caitlyn. Vi was a giver, and to give was her favorite present; she was glad that Caitlyn knew exactly how to let her do that. "Yes, ma'am," she breathed. "Hm. Good." Caitlyn pat the top of Vi's head. "You won't be able to use your safe words if I pull the belt, so if you need to stop, tap me anywhere three times. Okay, darling?" Vi nodded, feeling the chilly rush of anticipation throughout her body as Caitlyn reached to fasten the belt around her neck meticulously. "Are you ready?" Cait purred. Closing her eyes for a moment, then opening them as soon as she had let her mind adjust to the right headspace, Vi replied with another dutiful "Yes, ma'am." Standing up, Caitlyn led Vi with the loose end of the belt, like a lead, to situate her once more on the bench. "Vi, sit down, please." Doing as she was told, she placed her naked ass against the soft vinyl surface of the bench. It was cool to the touch, and the smooth surface made her slide a little; it was rather slick due to her aroused state. Biting her lip a bit, she looked up at Caitlyn with expectant eyes. "Like this?" she asked. "Yes, pet, very good girl, Vi," she hummed quietly while running her fingers across Vi's face, tracing down her neck, between her perky breasts, and stopping just where her thighs met. "What a sweet thing, so eager for me, aren't you?" Vi felt her head rush with gratification, Caitlyn's praise was like a drug. "Yes, ma'am," she sighed, feeling warm arousal continue to seep from her body. Vi was putty in Cait's hands. Teasingly pressing her palm against Vi's mons, she slid her fingers between her legs with little resistance. Caitlyn cupped the outside of Vi's cunt, skillfully fondling her as she planted steamy kisses down the side of her neck. Vi's breath hitched, her eyes rolled back and upward to see herself receiving pleasure from her cupcake in the mirror above. The sight and sensation combined were a lot to take in all at once, but Vi didn't want to let Caitlyn down. "Hh… shit, Cait.. that's so gh-good," she readily sighed, doing her best to keep her eyes open. The expression she wore looked like a stranger to Vi, staring down at her with animalistic desperation, mouth agape. A hum escaped from Caitlyn's lips, vibrating sensually against Vi's neck. "You deserve this, darling. My perfect little pet, your thighs are amazing. They're practically crushing my hand, my brawny beauty," she muttered. Her body sweltering with euphoric heat, Vi's breath grew heavier while her mouth also grew acutely parched. Her cunt, in contrast, was soaking with liquid passion. Unable to think of any coherent response, Vi unconsciously closed her eyes, lost in her own pleasure. A rookie mistake. "Ah, ah darling," Caitlyn chided dotingly, taking immediate action to correct Vi. With a mindful, taut pull, the belt constricted around her neck for about a second. "Eyes open," she casually ordered while Vi suffocated under her grip. Vi's lungs burned at the sudden deprivation of air, and upon the release of pressure from Caitlyn, the birthday girl sharply breathed in before letting out an incomprehensible gasping moan of rapturous relief. Panting heavily, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her head swam with a sky-high rush of endorphins. "Hhha," she exhaled hoarsely. "Sorry… damn…" Each word felt like monumental effort before her breath returned to a normal pace. They had done a little breathplay before, but Cait was still too nervous to deprive Vi of oxygen for more than a few seconds at max. And now, her partner's labored breaths were making Cait second guess the whole idea. Taking her face in both hands, Caitlyn made Vi look at her. "Easy, love. Easy. Look at me, okay? Let's check in; are you doing alright?" Still feeling a bit loopy after the head rush, Vi snickered a bit, "What do you think?" she asked wryly. "I'm asking you Vi. I'm not going to guess for you, you have to tell me," she stated with authority. "I'm fiiiine," Vi rolled her eyes a little. "You worry too much, cupcake." A little exasperated, Caitlyn frowned, "I'm doing this for you. It's your birthday, you don't have to be a hero. If you aren't enjoying something, you can tell me to stop. My feelings will not be hurt." Caitlyn's priority would always be Vi's safety and comfort in any of their scenes; it was a non-negotiable requirement. But Vi felt smothered by her concern, and a little bit coddled in a way that she didn't find very pleasurable. Grumbling, she rebuffed Cait. "What are you, my mom?" she simpered with a churlish glance. Clapping back, Caitlyn pulled Vi's face less than an inch from her own. "Why, would you like me to be?" It may have been banter, but her expression was deadly serious. Vi went red all over, again. "I promise, cupcake," she backtracked, "I will tap out if I need to. But I can handle it." With a bemused look, Caitlyn unexpectedly let go of Vi's face, causing her to lose balance and thud back down onto the bench. "We'll see, won't we?" Giving her no time to respond, Caitlyn climbed onto Vi's right thigh, putting her own legs around Vi's hips and letting them hang over the back of the bench, the balls of her feet touching the floor. Giving her a little taste of what she had in mind, Cait rolled her hips against Vi's lap, gripping the belt around her neck like a collar. Turning her torso, and holding Vi in place, she triumphantly smiled at their reflection together in the mirror, arching her back in revelry. "I'm going to fuck myself with your thigh; it's going to make me cum so hard that I can't stand, because you're that outstanding," she breathed into Vi's ear. Meanwhile, Vi herself was transfixed on the mirror, her hands roughly clenching the edge of the bench instead of touching Caitlyn like she wanted to. But she'd be patient, she'd be good for her. "Gods, look at you; you are so hot, it's unreal," she whined as gyrated against her again. "And the best part is you're mine." As she said this, she slipped her other hand into Vi's hair possessively, looking deep into her sky colored eyes through their reflections. "Do you see how fucking good you are, darling? Anyone would adore… hah, having a pretty little pet like you." Caitlyn's breath and pace began to quicken, and as it did, she reached for Vi's hand. Vi glanced away from the mirror to gaze at Caitlyn with hungry yearning. The urge to cave in and grab Caitlyn up with her arms was nearly unbearable. She wanted nothing more than to hold Caitlyn down onto her thigh, and force her to cum. She ached to bring that sort of raw release to her beautiful, generous girlfriend. Despite this, Vi held herself back, trying to control herself. She didn't dare to interrupt Caitlyn now, she would behave herself. But Caitlyn, even in her impassioned grinding, noticed Vi's eyes wander away from the mirror. With a careful tug, she tensed her grip on the belt at the back of Vi's neck, collaring her tightly. "No, pet," she stopped moving her hips. "You need to watch there," she languidly pointed to the mirror across from them, then pointed to herself. "Not here." Raggedly gasping in air, she rasped, "yes.. mha, ma'am." Dutifully, Vi moved her gaze to refocus on her reflection, trying not to think any self-deprecating thoughts about how fucked out she looked, or what a desperate wreck she was. Caitlyn had been riding her hard, in more ways than one. And she looked flawless while doing it. "You're doing so good, so well behaved for me," she exhaled thickly. Trying again, Caitlyn took Vi's left hand, and cradled it with her own, tracing the creases in her palm. "What cute hands you have," she murmured without really thinking, rocking her hips into Vi again. "...Cute?" Vi hazily asked, skeptical. She looked straight ahead with a frown. "I don't know if I'd call them cute." Shrugging, Cait continued to admire them. "I would. I love how graceful they are, even though they've been through a lot. If I were any kind of artist, I'd love to draw them," she mused gently. "Why?" Vi didn't understand what Caitlyn saw in them. They were misshapen after years of overuse and fighting back. She'd broken them more than once, and now the knuckles were completely crooked, and her skin was discolored. In reality, Vi didn't even like to look at her hands, if she could avoid it . Caitlyn didn't speak right away, seemingly deep in thought. Silently, she held Vi's hand to her stomach, guiding it upward. "No one else has these hands. They do amazing things, they help people, and they are capable of anything." From the mirror, Vi's eyes followed the path that Caitlyn made up her body, somewhat transfixed. "They're steady, and soft, and strong," she trailed off, gliding Vi's touch over her breasts, up her neck, and to her lips. "And sweet," her cupcake murmured before edging Vi's fingers earnestly into her mouth, closing her eyes with a hum, savoring how full they made her feel. The moisture of Cait's tongue, the tightness of her lips wrapped around her, and the dampness between her own leg and Caitlyn's cunt made Vi intensely hot and bothered. It was enough to feel like she might actually go crazy; Vi wished she could take her fingers and thrust them into Caitlyn again and again, to fuck her senseless. But she needed permission first. With a needy whimper, Vi begged, "Baby, I… can I please make you cum? Please?" She looked at Caitlyn through the mirror with desperation. "You're so wet, it's… I want to be good for you. I want to make you feel good." Caitlyn's eyebrows turned up in an expression of false sympathy. She released Vi's fingers to respond. "M'aww, is that so? Sweet thing," she cooed in an overly saccharine voice, "you'll have to wait until I'm done with you." She replied, poking the tip of her finger to the end of Vi's nose while breathing out an enticing chuckle. Frustrated, Vi bit back a restrained growl, turning her head to glare at Caitlyn with indignant pleading. "Please, Ca-" A strangled, rasping gasp rushed from Vi's throat as the belt cinched tightly around her neck once again. When released, she loudly inhaled, choking and shuddering as her lungs fought for air. Immediately, Caitlyn regretted what she did. "Hhf!" Vi squeezed her eyes shut tight, feeling dizzy. "Fuck… I'm hs-sorry… sorry, ma'am." Her body heaved, and tears pricked at the corners of eyes. Caitlyn was horrified by this. Ever the attentive sort, she brought everything to a halt. "Shit, bloody hell, are you okay? Vi?" She stood up from her lap, looking her over. With a wheeze, Vi attempted to reply. "Pea..chy," she managed to pant. "You don't look peachy at all." Caitlyn frowned. "M'fine, Cait, " she muttered, "...tough enough to… take it." Hitting her own face with her palm in besetment, Caitlyn chastised, "For gods' sake… Darling, you have got to respect your limits. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I hurt you." Vi coughed gruffly, looking blankly ahead at her reflection. Despite her best efforts, Vi could feel her eyes start to water. "I wanna be… good enough. Good for you. I keep messing up, and I…" Wordlessly, Caitlyn embraced her girlfriend tightly. Vi put her cheek against Cait's breasts trying not to cry. "My gorgeous girl, you are so very good. The most good," she soothed, reaching to stroke her hair in an effort to comfort her. "You've been perfect for me." "I'm not perfect, I'm…" Vi peeked around Caitlyn at her own reflection, sighing with dissatisfaction in what she saw. "Torn up. My skin, my body… it's been ruined. And you're so pretty, I don't…" she sniffed. Caitlyn didn't miss a beat, refusing to let Vi finish that thought. "Oh, pet… come here, darling. Come to bed with me." She reached under Vi's arms, helping her to her feet and taking her hand. Undoing the belt from her neck, Caitlyn tenderly led Vi to lie down, then curled into the mattress right next to her, holding her close. They lay like that for a while without saying anything at all. Gentle touch was the sole communication they shared in that moment, with Cait scratching her fingernails lightly across Vi's back, and Vi nuzzling into the crook of Cait's neck. Then Vi rolled onto her back, staring at herself in the mirror on the ceiling. Caitlyn looked with her, still at her side, resting her head on her chest. "A penny for your thoughts?" Caitlyn probed with kind, careful curiosity. "I feel like the best I can do," Vi began to explain, "is show up for you. Do everything you need, everything you want. Give you my all. And that's how I feel valuable to you, through my actions." Caitlyn wanted to interject and let Vi know she was more than just what she did, but she wanted to let Vi say her piece first. Besides, she knew Vi already had heard it from her before. Vi didn't always talk about herself, so when she did, Caitlyn didn't want to interrupt her. Sighing, Vi added, "I can do things for you with my body, like protect you, get stuff that's hard to lift," she paused, glancing at Cait with a risqué grin, "rock your world when I can." Vi wiggled her hips playfully, bumping them against Caitlyn, eliciting a giggle from her. Her expression sobering, Vi looked back up at herself. "But I don't think I can be beautiful for you. I've never been very pretty, I didn't learn how to take care of my looks like you did. And I have totally fucked up my body, so sometimes, I feel like it's too late for me to like the way I look. I do everything you ask the best I can to try and make up for that." This unexpected vulnerability from Vi both warmed Caitlyn's heart, and broke it, simultaneously. She kissed her forehead, feeling empathetic tears welling in her eyes. But she didn't let herself cry, she wanted to be strong for her girlfriend. "It's okay to feel that way. Learning to love yourself is daunting. I'm far from perfect myself, dearest." she replied as she lazily traced a finger over one of Vi's bigger scars, near her right clavicle. Vi frowned a little in the mirror, feeling her inner critic beginning to nag. She hated all of her scars, and was a bit uncomfortable that Caitlyn had noticed even one of them. Noticing her self-conscious expression, Caitlyn made a gentle suggestion. "Vi, can I ask you to try something? If you don't want to, it's okay." "I guess I can. What is it?" "Can you tell me one thing you like from the mirror? About yourself?" Cait encouraged patiently. "I look," hesitated Vi. "healthy." It was a bit of a throwaway complement, vague but complimentary. She hoped Caitlyn would accept it. "Sweet thing," she sighed in return. "You are healthy, and safe, and cared for. You deserve all of that and more. I am so proud of the person you are. You're real, the most real girl I've ever been with." Walking her fingertips across Vi's body, she stopped at each scar, pointing and showering her with compliments, "Real," she uttered, resting her finger on the scar next to her clavicle. "Fetching," she said for another at the base of her neck. "Brilliant," for another, and "Powerful," for yet one more. It was a strange sensation for Vi to accept this kind of admiration for what, to her, were reminders of past failures and strife. Each scar had been a moment of weakness. She shook her head, closing her eyes for a moment. "No, I'm…" Caitlyn didn't stop, ignoring Vi's protest. Breathing tenderly into her ear, Cait continued to mutter sweet nothings. "Perfect, special, amazing girl," she cooed as she ran her fingertips across her skin, tracing down to the curves of her waist. With her other hand, she tenderly grasped Vi's hair, idly playing with the silky magenta strands. Feeling her libido stirring back up, Vi stopped talking about her insecurities for a moment, letting Caitlyn's praise wash over her. "Mh," Caitlyn exhaled, placing her dominant hand under Vi's chin. "I'm a lucky woman. You're mine, and it makes me feel so good, Vi," she moaned softly while placing small, sweet kisses onto her shoulders. Vi was always both simultaneously impressed and baffled by how quickly Caitlyn could get her going with words alone, even after nearly a year of dating. But Vi was reluctant, feeling fearful that she might have messed things up, second-guessing if she should let Caitlyn try again. Vi worried that she would disappoint her. "Caitlyn, you don't have t-" "Shh, it's alright, darling," she reassured. "You've been fantastic, and I want to take care of you tonight. I want to try this again, but a bit differently." Cait gazed lovingly into Vi's eyes. "Would you let me do that? For your birthday? I planned something that I thought would be fun for you, but it ended up being hard work, didn't it?" "Yeah," Vi admitted. "But maybe it was good for me to try and appreciate my body." "I have an idea," proposed Caitlyn, "and I'm hoping it will make that a little easier for you." Sliding her body down the bed, Caitlyn was between Vi's legs once again. "I'm still going to worship your body…" she murmured, "but this time, all you have to do is just focus on what you feel. Look at your reflection when you want to, if you want to. But most importantly, just relax. I have no more instructions for you. Sound good?" Vi tilted her chin down so she could look at her girl. That all sounded very doable. She smiled, satisfied with her suggestion. "Yes, ma'am," she crooned with a wink. She smirked, then kissed her thigh, which prompted Vi to spread her legs a little wider. Once Vi had moved, Cait began to attend to her partner with her mouth, smattering kisses across her legs and abdomen. Her tongue grazed her skin, each kiss lasting a little longer than the ones that proceeded. "I love seeing you laid out like this," Caitlyn whispered against Vi's abs. "You are divine. Caring for you is such a pleasure for me, my pretty pink pet." Feeling bashful, Vi unconsciously pulled her thighs inward against each other. She turned her head to hide her face in the sheets. "Aw, baby," Caitlyn pouted, "keep your legs open for me, please? I know you can do it." Spreading wide, Vi presented herself obediently, breathing somewhat heavily all the while. "That's it, there you are. Such a good listener for me, sweet girl." Face flushing at Caitlyn's approval, Vi bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. Cait placed her hands onto Vi's thighs, lifting herself up to gaze at all of her, before lowering her face toward Vi's pussy. Caitlyn's tongue pressed on Vi's labia, beginning to lap at her cunt, already wet and glistening. "Ah! Caitlyn," she yelped, somewhat sensitive. Looking up from her, Caitlyn locked into Vi's gaze, her eyes warm with consideration. "Is this alright? I'd like to give you some kind of release tonight, you've earned it. If you still want that, of course. Getting you off makes me so wet, I'd love to reward you for working so hard for me." It was hard for Vi to reply at first - her head was cloudy with submissive bliss. Yet again, she wrestled with herself internally, not wanting to take more than she deserved. However, the words Cait lavished her with were not ineffective, nor unappreciated. Far from it. Vi loved the attention, and the adoration that her girlfriend had for her. It made her practically giddy, and was actually a big boost to her opinion on herself. "I'm all for it, but," Vi thought aloud, "You won't be able to say such nice things to me if your mouth is, y'know… busy," Vi commented, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "Well, I suppose you have a point." Caitlyn lifted her body into a kneeling position at Vi's feet. "How would you like to handle that?" Propping herself up on her elbows, Vi peered across the room at their reflections, grinned, then glanced at the mirrored wall closest to the broad side of the bed. "We could switch places." Vi cocked her head to the side, wearing a spicy expression as she smirked at Caitlyn. She sat up, and crawled to the end of the bed on all fours, until she was face to face with her cupcake. "Your mouth would be free to do whatever you wanted, then." Caitlyn made a incredulous face. "Is that right?" Leaning forward with a hummed laugh, Cait smilled a kittenish look, kissing Vi's lips with a light touch. "How could I say no to you, darling? I think it's a grand idea." She let Vi take the lead, accepting an appreciative kiss from her and resting her hands over her shoulders, onto her back. Vi came up on her knees, deepening the kiss and wrapping her strapping arms around Caitlyn's middle. Their eager hands wandered over each other's bodies before Caitlyn removed the surprise birthday lingerie she'd been wearing. After a little more heavy petting, Vi lowered Caitlyn onto her back. The bed was quite spacious, which allowed Cait enough room to lie down with her head just barely reaching the end of the mattress. Vi's mouth moved from Cait's; she trailed tender kisses and teasing bites down her lithe form. Strong fingers and thumbs massaged Caitlyn's flesh, squeezing unhurriedly. With enthusiastic reception, she was quick to offer up lust-charged affirmations to Vi. "Mmnph, Vi, your touch feels wonderful - you're so talented, the best I've ever ha-had." Caitlyn's voice and body shuddered with delighted gasps right then, as Vi slipped her hand under and behind Cait's leg, feeling up the sensitive area above the back of her left knee. "Oh, shit!" she whispered, cursing, elated. She loved Vi's knack for knowing exactly how to push her buttons. It didn't take long for Vi to find another button to press. And it must have been a doozy, because then Caitlyn really started to unravel. Her back arched from the bed, and she gripped Vi's hair, moaning out even more obscenities. "Yes, fuck right there! T-that's…" Caitlyn didn't finish her thought, now distracted by the delicious way Vi's tongue flicked across her clit and how her face rubbed against her cunt. Cait managed to mewl out a pitchy "Good girl," before she had to breathe again. She peeked down at Vi with an adoring expression, her cheeks hot and rosy. Then, remembering that she didn't have to strain her neck, she laid back, turning her face to look over at their reflections. Caitlyn felt depraved, gawking at herself being eaten out by Vi. Her tits were pert with arousal, and her chest and stomach rose and fell quickly with energized breathing. Turning her eyes upward, she stared at the way Vi's arms and shoulders flexed while gripping her thighs. Her tattoos rippled with movement across her back, and were superbly impressive to admire in the mirror above. Wanting Vi to experience that same sort of voyeuristic pleasure, without making her self-conscious about her body, she prompted, "Vi, darling, you're so good at this. Will you…" Vi looked up from Caitlyn's now saturated pussy, beaming at her with affectionate eyes. "Will I what, cupcake?" she repeated back with hungry torment. "Devour you whole?" As she asked this, Vi rolled her thumb ever so softly on top of Cait's clit. Her cunt tightened rapturously at Vi's teasing, and she almost had to avert her eyes. But then, Caitlyn grinned deviously, thinking of a particularly juicy quip. "I think you skipped the part where you 'had' me before you got to 'eat' me. Catch my drift?" Vi was embarrassed at the near-coughing gasp she made due to Cait's flustering banter. Which wasn't a problem at all; Vi loved when a girl knew how to knock her off her feet. Caitlyn was still so beguiling, and fun to get to know this way, even after a year of knowing her. "It's kinda scary how much of a mind reader you are, babe." Vi kissed her inner thigh with a glinting, somewhat toothy smile. Caitlyn rotated her position on the bed, rolling onto her stomach. Vi backed up a bit, sitting cross legged as she had earlier. Not sure what Cait was doing, she sat and waited patiently. Her girlfriend, situating her back to face Vi, kneeling low, she tossed her dark hair over her shoulder with a beckoning gaze. "Here I am, darling. Come get me." With a grin as wide as her own face, Vi rose onto her knees and leaned into her cupcake, chest against her back. Tender little bites nipped at Caitlyn's neck, rendering her breathless. Fuck, I didn't think I could get even more wet than I already was. Cait thought with a thrill. In reflex, Caitlyn's ass worked into Vi's groin, and Cait hummed an urgent moan behind her lips.
"You make me so wet, Vi," she languished. "Yeah? Do I, cupcake?" Vi growled by her ear. Caitlyn's voice shifted up in pitch. "Yes, I - hha!" Gasping, the sudden sensation of Vi's fingers gliding over her labia made her speechless, and a heavy shiver shook her body. Her eyes shut tightly, and she cried out with pleasure. "More, please!" The request had barely left Caitlyn's lips before Vi began to vigorously stroke Caitlyn's desperately aroused cunt. With a more reserved whine, Caitlyn encouraged Vi, "Good girl, just like that," she exhaled with steamy thickness. "I love it when you finger-fuck me like that, feels amazing…" Vi exhaled a breathy grunt against Caitlyn's nape, increasing the tempo at which she rubbed from sensually moderate to a more rapid, strenuous pace. Placing her thumb onto Cait's clitoris, she plunged two fingers into her with no effort, continuing to do so in tandem with her thumb's movements. Caitlyn showered Vi with worshiping accolades, as well as increasingly filthy demands. "Gods, so bloody good. Faster, pet, I know you can." Fervent ecstasy made Vi feel as if she were on the moon. Gripping under Caitlyn's hip with her free hand, Vi tugged her back, thrusting against her, while her fingers continued their work. "That's perfect, look at you go," she moaned contently. "No one else can do this like you do." Vi followed Cait's advice, eyeing their love making with drunken arousal in the mirror next to them. Looking with her, Caitlyn beamed at Vi with worshipful eyes. "See that? You are so strong, so," whimpered Caitlyn lovingly, "beautiful and good." Vi felt her heart jump with pride and deeply potent pleasure. Vi murmured a hushed, "thanks, ma'am," without any change to her speed. "You're welcome, darling. So well behaved for me. I'd love for you to take me, lift me with those immaculate arms, and fuck me against the wall," she wantonly cooed. Vi's eyes fluttered open and shut as she peered over at Caitlyn, their eyes meeting through the mirror's image. "I could do that for you. Anything for you, cupcake," she said in a breathy whisper. "Yes, you would, wouldn't you? You always take the best care of me, darling," Cait glanced back at her. "I want you to finish me off however you'd like." Wasting no more time, Vi penetrated Caitlyn's cunt, pounding her in brutal time. She knew at that moment that she wanted to utterly wreck Caitlyn Kiramman. The wet sounds that squelched from her pussy were nearly drowned out by the strident moans that escaped her mouth. "Yes, yes," she repeated over and over. "Fuck me, Vi!" She went absolutely crazy at her girlfriend's frenzied wailing. Vi loved doing this to her. Nothing was going to stop her now. "I think… I might… cum, babe. Holy shit," Vi panted, "so wet." Caitlyn was unresponsive, her body wracked with the most base of her indulgences. Vi's breathing grew heavier and sloppier. "Good girl, I'm yours to enjoy," she whined. "You're a fucking god," keened Caitlyn. Vi's eyes were drawn to how her tits rose and fell with rapid bouncing. She groped one breast, using her fingertips to tenderly pull at her nipple. Watching with ecstasy, Cait tried to hold back her vocalizing, worrying that she'd get too loud. When Vi pinched and tormented her tits this way, Caitlyn could hardly control what came from her mouth. Biting her lip, she begged, "Shit, Vi, shut me up, please.." Faithfully obliging, Vi pressed her arm on her back, plowing her down into the mattress. With her open mouth shoved into the sheets, Caitlyn allowed herself to fall apart. Animalistic noises somewhere between moaning and screaming were muffled by the bed, as Caitlyn felt herself growing close to climax. Things were building to a head for them both, rapidly. Vi finished first, however, her cunt dripping with the come from her orgasm. With a little more effort from Vi's hand, Caitlyn wasn't far behind her, her muscles spasming for a few moments before her body finally collapsed on the bed. The two breathed heavily, with Vi's face turned toward the mirrors, and Cait's face turned toward the sheets. After remaining that way for a short while, Vi gathered up her girl's limp body and pulled her up to the pillows, cuddling with her as the big spoon. It was always a bit comical to see Vi hanging off Caitlyn's back while spooning, looking a lot like a koala or perhaps a sloth hanging from a tree. But Caitlyn didn't care; as far as she was concerned, she was teeny tiny in her girlfriend's massive biceps. Vi nuzzled her nose against Cait's cheek. "I love you," she murmured, closing her eyes and enjoying her scent. "I love you too," Caitlyn replied, closing her eyes as well. "Happy birthday, darling." "I loved my presents," Vi sighed happily, tightening her arms in an embrace of gratitude. "I've never had a birthday like this one before. I could get used to it," she joshed. Caitlyn giggled lovingly, "It's not even my birthday, but I feel like I also got a present. The best present: you." "Baaabe," Vi said whiningly, "That's embarrassing." Chortiling in response, Caitlyn scoffed, "After all of that, that's what you found embarrassing?" Shaking her head a little, Vi said, "Cait, I loved this. It was different, and challenging. But it was good for me. I feel so… light now? It's hard to explain," she confessed. "You don't have to," Caitlyn replied. "Just, for my sanity, please start using your safe words when you need to." Vi smiled, and rested her chin on Caitlyn's shoulder. "Okay, sorry babe. I promise I will next time." Caitlyn settled in comfortably against her chest. "That's a good girl." "Thanks, cupcake," Vi replied in contentment.