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Cait strode down the stairs to Vi’s room at Babette’s. She couldn’t stop her grin from appearing.
She always looked forward to every other Friday. That was her set appointment with Vi, a tradition that she doubted she would ever tire of. This time was different, however.
It wasn’t just any Friday. Cait went into work, as she normally did. It had been a fairly mundane morning of paperwork and intelligence compilation. When Grayson had asked for her presence, Cait assumed it had something to do with the case she was working on.
The two walked and talked, at first exchanging pleasantries and then migrating into the grit of the case. When Grayson led her into the largest meeting room the station had to offer, Cait chalked it up to the investigation being more significant than she realized. Surely it would involve several other officers. And those officers awaited her. As did the administrators. As did the Councilors. As did her parents.
To summarize, the shoe-in replacement for Sheriff Grayson, Marcus, had had a nervous breakdown. Something about paranoia that Noxus would usurp Piltover during his tenure. Cait had no clue what would have given the man that notion but, regardless, she was now the Sheriff-elect.
Cait was still riding that high even after the party concluded, after her parents hugged her in congratulations, and after she hopped on the bathysphere. She was determined to continue riding it for as long as she could.
Cait bulldozed through Vi’s door without knocking like she normally would. Vi startled. She nearly dropped whatever she had been holding. She rebounded quickly, however.
“Bold of you to barge in on a closed door in a whorehouse, Cupcake,” she teased. Her chest harness left little of the woman’s body to the imagination. Cait could make out the band of her underwear peaking out from her waistband.
Cait wouldn’t let herself hesitate, not with the surge of power she had been given earlier. She was going to lead. She was going to be in charge. Cait saw no reason why that couldn’t extend to here and now.
She slammed the door shut behind her without bothering to lock it. Cait walked right up to Vi, grabbed her by the chest harness, and pulled her into a deep kiss. She kissed like she wouldn’t get another chance, greedily tonguing and teething over Vi’s lips.
Vi allowed it in a momentary lapse of her conventional dom demeanor. When she finally collected herself, she pushed space between them, which took more effort than it should have.
“And even bolder to think you can just walk up on me like that,” Vi tsked. “I know I trained you better than that. Or do I have to teach you another lesson?”
Cait cocked her head daringly. “You won’t be teaching anything tonight. I will.”
Vi’s scoff caught in her throat. “Oh, you’re really going to be difficult today, aren’t you? Just begging to get spanked.”
Vi reached to grab Cait’s jaw but Cait swatted her hand to the side.
“I’m serious, Violet.” She folded her arms across her chest.
“That’s not how this works, Cupcake. You’re only digging yourself a deeper hole. Quit before you’re out of your depth. Extra paddling for hitting me with the full name, I know I’ve made that clear.”
“Can we pause on… all of this for a second?” Cait twirled her finger around. She hadn’t wanted to break the dynamic but Vi clearly wasn’t understanding. Vi nodded. “I don’t want to be dominated today.”
“Why? You always want that. Did I do something wrong?” Vi’s morph, accompanied with full puppy eyes, never failed to amaze Cait. She just hoped that Vi would remain like that for the evening.
“No, no. Nothing like that.” Cait placed a gentle hand on Vi’s forearm. “It’s a good thing actually. I got some news at work. You’re looking at Piltover’s newest Sheriff. Well, Sheriff-elect at the moment.”
Vi’s smile extended to her eyes. “Cait! That’s fantastic! Congratulations!” She pulled Cait into a bear hug that nearly took the both of them to the floor.
Cait had to tap out on Vi’s shoulder when the squeeze threatened to crack her ribs.
“Sheriff Cupcake has a nice ring to it,” Vi grinned. “It’s awesome and all but, what exactly does this have to do with us?”
“Well… I was just thinking that maybe I should get a taste of what it’s like to be in charge for once. The idea of it with you… Gods.” A wonderful chill ran down Cait’s spine at the thought of all she wanted to do to the woman in front of her.
Vi scratched the back of her head. “Ah, man. I don’t know, Cait. I just, it’s been so long since I’ve been on the opposite end.”
“You’ve submitted before?” Cait’s jaw nearly hit the floor.
Vi chuckled. “Yeah, only shit doms haven’t. You gotta know what it feels like to be in all those positions. How else can you know what’s right for your sub?”
“It makes sense when you say it. I guess I just hadn’t given it any thought. You didn’t like it?”
“I liked parts of it. I had to be in the right mood for it and for everything the dom did. And obviously some doms were way better than others.”
“You did it with multiple??”
Vi blushed and shrugged. “Look around, Cupcake. This is my realm.”
“Fair enough. Well, being dominant would be foreign territory for me but, I’d like to think that I’ve learned from the best. But if you’re not comfortable, I understand. I don’t want to put any pressure on you to do something you don’t want to do. And I know that this wasn’t really a part of any of our agreements.”
Vi sighed. “It wasn’t. But, everything worth doing is worth discussing so let’s talk about it. And, after, we can decide what we wanna do. Sound like a plan?”
~
Vi’s sight was reduced to slits at the top and bottom of her visual field. If she tried hard enough, she could make out shadows through the worn fabric of the blindfold. They gave little insight to all that was occurring around her.
She knew she was sitting on the side of the bed but, aside from that, Vi could have been on a different planet. The room she had spent years in was muted until nothing was recognizable.
The handcuffs around her wrists jangled as her arms were pulled up over her head. They were far heavier than her pair, a fake pair whose job was made far easier by the willing recipient who sported them. These, however, were meant for real criminals. Scoundrels. Fighters. Vi smirked. She could fit that role.
She gave a sharp tug. A test. How far would Cait let her go?
Not very far.
Her arms were ripped back up despite her resistance.
“Already trying to see how much you can get away with, Violet?”
The woman’s voice made goosebumps rise on Vi’s neck. Her words were soft yet read as a warning.
“You haven’t earned my cooperation, Cupcake.”
“Earned?” Cait chuckled. “That’s cute. I don’t need to earn anything.”
Before Vi could take another verbal jab at her, a second yank on the handcuffs sent her falling onto her back. She went to sit up but a weight thudded her back down. Cait’s thighs were warm on top of Vi’s chest. She was tempted to melt beneath them.
“You’re so lucky I’m cuffed and blindfolded or else-.”
“Or else what, Violet? You’d push back? You’d reclaim your dominance? I don’t think so. I’m hearing a lot of bark but… not a lot to back it up. You can’t even pretend to fight back right now.”
Vi hadn’t realized how slack she became once Cait climbed on top of her. She was deathly still aside from the rise and fall of her chest.
“I have to say, all these months, you had me thoroughly convinced,” Cait continued. “I thought you were a stone-hard dom but the truth couldn’t be more different. I want to hear to admit it- the truth. That secretly you’ve wanted this. More than I did, even.”
“Keep waiting and wanting.”
“Wrong thing to say. Open your mouth.”
“Make m-.”
Vice-like fingers pinched Vi’s jaw, forcing her mouth open. Her protests were quickly muffled. The heat of Cait’s thighs moved to Vi’s cheeks. Wetness spread onto Vi’s lips. Her tongue flicked out on instinct to catch it. Vi searched in the dark until her tongue found its familiar target.
Vi went to wrap her arms around the other woman’s hips but the tension on her wrists held fast.
“Mm there we go. See how easy it is for me to take your cooperation? To bend you to my wants? To make you my toy? Your arms go where I let them. Your sight comes only by my say so. Your tongue is at my command. You can’t possibly keep up your act any longer.”
Vi was lost in Cait’s taste. Lost in the soft skin that pressed against her cheeks. Lost in the nails that raked through her hair. Heat flushed her face, as did her embarrassment for indulging Cait so easily.
She refused.
Vi withdrew her tongue. Despite a clear attempt to stifle it, Vi heard Cait’s frustrated whine. She ground her hips against Vi’s mouth, desperately trying to urge it back open, but Vi kept it clamped shut.
Cait huffed. “Just when I thought we were making some progress… You’re damn stubborn, aren’t you?
Vi’s only response was a mischievous grin.
“Fine. You want to play it that way? Let’s see how long it keeps up.”
Suddenly, Vi was wrestled onto her side. She tried to fight it but between the Enforcer cuffs and the blindfold, she was just about helpless. Cait turned her further so that Vi was on her belly.
“Stay,” Cait instructed.
So, of course, Vi began to squirm to face up again. She barely got her chest off the bed before she was re-pinned. A swift crack against her ass gave Vi second thoughts about trying it a second time.
“What part of ‘stay’ don’t you understand? Don’t make me say it again.”
Vi could feel Cait’s presence hovering over her even after the weight of the woman lifted off. It lingered for several moments, daring Vi to move again. Satisfied that Vi was staying put, Cait’s footsteps grew further away.
When they returned, Vi nearly jumped from Cait’s hand on her ass. It was gentle but, much like some of her words, carried a threat.
The hands ran their way up Vi’s back and onto her arms. Hips pressed into Vi’s butt and, with them, was a distinct hardness. Vi tensed up even further and she knew Cait felt it.
“What’s the matter, Vi? Has it been that long since you’ve had a woman’s cock up against you? Too used to wearing it, hm?”
“Is that the…?”
“Why ask a question you already know the answer to? Of course it’s the Hexstrap. I told you, I’m not earning tonight. I’m taking.”
Arms reached around Vi’s waist, quickly undoing her button and fly. Cait tugged the pants and underwear down just to Vi’s mid thighs, only low enough to give her full access.
“Oh, what’s this? For all your protesting, you sure are slick. See, you may be able to keep up your act but your body is far gone. I bet you’re just dying for me to fuck you, aren’t you?”
A digit along Vi’s slit made her shudder. She wanted to object again but she couldn’t will the words to form. She couldn’t think of anything besides what the Hexstrap would feel like on the receiving end.
Cait leaned her weight on top of Vi. She whispered, “Say. It.”
Vi’s core throbbed. She ached for contact. Her embarrassment was long gone, leaving only compliance behind.
“I’ve wanted this,” she muttered into the blankets.
“What was that? You’ve got to be louder, Vi.”
“I’ve wanted this,” Vi repeated. “I can’t believe I’m admitting that but- fuck- Cait, please.”
“Just like I thought. It’ll be our little secret, Violet. I promise.”
Vi felt she was about to explode as the tip of the toy ran down her pussy. She was so wet that it glided without resistance, collecting her slick as it went. Vi was all too ready when it lined up with her entrance.
She moaned as the dildo filled her. It hummed with energy within her, only adding to Vi’s arousal. Vi barely heard Cait’s choke of a gasp over her own sounds.
“Fuck, Vi, you feel so good.” Cait rocked into several short strokes, allowing the two of them to get accustomed to the sensation of one another. She pressed a palm into the small of Vi’s back. “Be a good girl and arch for me.”
Vi obeyed. The change in angle made the toy hit just the right way.
“That’s it, that’s it. Throw yourself back. I want to see how much you want it.”
Vi did as she was told. She met Cait’s strokes, taking the dildo all the way to its base.
Fingers wrapped around Vi’s chest harness. She was pulled back into the thrusts with more force, until the soft smack of leather on skin echoed through the room.
Cait’s grunts and Vi’s moans joined them.
“You like that? You like how my cock feels inside you? You like the way I fill you?”
“Yeah, baby, I fuckin’- fuck- I love it.”
Vi buried her face in the blankets. She tightened around the dildo. It wouldn’t be long.
Pressure against her asshole threatened to make her finish that instant. It circled but didn’t push through.
Cait slowed her pace enough to ask, “Can I?”
“Please.” Vi arched her back further, giving Cait all the access she could need.
The digit entered her slowly. It put everything in just the right place. Once Cait picked up her thrusts again, Vi was whisked to her peak.
Having both Cait’s finger in her ass and the toy filling her, Vi was long on things to clamp around. Her breath caught in her throat and all the tension that had built up released in waves of pleasure, the magnitude of which Vi hadn’t experienced for a long while.
She rocked with Cait’s continued thrusts and their sounds joined one another. Cait bucked wildly, her orgasm undoubtedly on her as well.
As their motions waned and their exhales steadied, Cait slipped out of Vi. Vi already missed the feeling. The blindfold was pulled from her head and the dim lights of the dungeon were almost blinding. She turned away from them and Cait moved to unlock the handcuffs.
Even after her wrists were unshackled, Vi didn’t move. She needed a moment.
“Was that… ok?” Cait asked.
Vi could only manage a thumbs up.
Cait shook Vi’s arm. “Are you ok?”
“Wore me out, Cupcake.” Vi laughed. “Not used to being on the receiving end.”
Cait slid behind Vi and draped an arm over her. She nuzzled Vi’s neck.
“Do you want to get used to it?”
Vi pulled Cait’s arm until the space between them was eliminated.
“I think we could work it in more, Sheriff.”