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The familiar thump of the heavy base pounded along the floor, curling its way through heel covered feet and reverberating through her spine. The smell of booze and sweat and smoke lingered in the air, making Caitlyn scrunch her nose. 

No matter how many times she has walked into the now familiar bar, she’d never get over the stench. 

But it was one consequence she’d live with if it meant her night would end the same way every time she’d walked into The Last Drop. 

Two months.

Two months since these little…trysts had started. 

All because Caitlyn couldn’t resist Jayce’s pleading to accompany him and Mel to the newly popular bar that had suddenly started gaining traction after an apparent ‘small renovation’.

And also because of her.

Two months ago

“Come on, Cait. Stop pouting. You’re going to love this place, I promise,” Jayce spoke radiantly as they stepped out of the car. 

Caitlyn cast her sullen gaze along the newly renovated exterior, the large sign smack above the bar’s entrance boosting its name and a simple beer mug filled to the brim, a single drop frozen in time just above it, ready to crash into the awaiting glass.

“I’m not pouting,” Caitlyn remarked, eyes laser focused on the small crowd that spilled from the bar’s doors. “I’d just rather be somewhere else.” 

It wasn’t that she didn’t like crowds and music and drinking, it was simply that Caitlyn preferred the comfort of her perfectly cozy loft apartment cuddled up on her couch with a good book or the newest crime documentary and a glass of wine. She’d grown up forced to attend her mother’s parties and other functions deemed necessary for her station as a counselor's daughter and now? 

Now she just likes peace and quiet. 

Jayce simply chuckled, shaking his head as he threw an arm around Caitlyn’s shoulders, “You mean holed up like a loner? You’ll never find anyone that way, sprout. You need to get out. Explore the city and the many things it has to offer…if you know what I mean.”

Caitlyn scoffed as Jayce subtly tipped his head in the direction of a group of women mingling outside the bar, skin exposed through more fishnet than she’s ever seen, skirts and shorts shorter than even Caitlyn’s little black number. And that was saying something. 

“As gorgeous as they are,” Caitlyn mumbled, eyes lingering just a little too long. “I’m not interested in finding anyone and you know that.” 

“Oh, please, Caitlyn. When are you going to just stop being so focused on work and actually let yourself have some fun for once?”

Caitlyn groaned as Mel stepped up next to Jayce, smirk in place as she sided with her boyfriend. Thankfully, Mel was normally the one to leave her be and let Caitlyn do her own thing as she pleased, but that didn’t seem the case tonight. 

Mel stepped towards her, fingers moving to fluff up the long dark blue strands of loosely curled hair. Caitlyn begrudgingly waited for her best friend to finish primping her. There was no sense in trying to talk Mel out of it when she was the one to force her into the makeup and the silk dress clinging to her skin and the outrageously tall heels. Not that Caitlyn would complain about the outfit. She wasn’t daft…she knew she looked damn good. Fuckable even. But that was not the goal for tonight. Caitlyn simply wanted to accompany her friends and leave…as soon as possible. 

“Let’s just get this over with please. The faster we’re in there the faster I can leave,” Caitlyn groaned as she pushed the couple towards the doors. 

“Such a spoilsport,” Mel laughed. 

The bar was filled to the brim. Bodies cramped together on the dance floor like a pack of sardines, the scent of sweat and booze wafting through them, as Chase Atlantic bled through the dj’s speakers, lights a colorful array flickering with the beat. Caitlyn clung to Mel’s arm as Jayce led them through the throng of bodies towards the heavily packed bar. 

With the amount of people that were currently bumping into her, making contact with her skin, a drink was going to be a heavy necessity. 

They quickly claimed a rare opening at the end of the bar, Jayce and Mel offering the only open stool for Caitlyn to sit. Caitlyn vaguely listened to the couple behind her as she surveyed the bar. An array of alcohol lined the shelves behind the bar, each shelf lit by purple and blue lights, an…interesting choice Caitlyn had never seen for bar lighting. Two male bartenders quickly and efficiently worked the crowd while balancing cups and bottles of booze and the inflow of cash from customers hands. Caitlyn watched with wonder as the taller of the two began flipping two bottles of expensive looking liquor before pouring them into the awaiting cups in front of a group of young women. 

“Names Mylo. What can I get for ya?”

Caitlyn broke her gaze away from the now cheering women to acknowledge the other bartender, shorter and leaner, she hadn’t even noticed had approached them. She quickly looked back at her friends, silently telling them to go ahead and order first.

“Whiskey, neat, for me,” Jayce called over the music before gesturing to Mel. “Martini for my lady and then whatever sprout here wants, on me.”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes as Jayce elbowed her shoulder before turning back to the bartender who watched them with a bored expression. 

“I’ll take a glass of Riesling, please.”

Caitlyn seemed caught off guard as the bartender –Mylo– reared back slightly as if burned. 

“Riesling? You want a glass of wine here?”

“Yes?” Caitlyn muttered, unsure if the word would have even reached his ears through the pounding music. 

Mylo laughed darkly while he began working on Jayce and Mel’s drinks, something about the sound stiffening Caitlyn’s spine, “Can say I haven’t had many people, if any really, order riesling at a place like this. Then again, we don’t see your type around here too much.”

Caitlyn bristled a little, “My type?”

“Yeah,” Mylo drawled, like it should have been completely obvious to her what he meant. “A topsider, clearly one of the elite if the way you're dressed and rigid posture is anything to go by.”

Two drinks clicked against the counter, a small bit of Mel’s martini swishing from the glass as they were shoved in front of her. 

“I’ll be back with your riesling, piltie. Gotta get it from the back.” 

Caitlyn was left gaping like a fish out of water as she watched Mylo yell something to the other bartender over the music before disappearing through a door behind the bar. Being called a piltie or topsider was nothing new to Caitlyn, hell, it was the truth…but she’d never been called it with such detest. 

The unsettling emotions of whatever the hell she was currently feeling swirled in her stomach as she slowly turned to Jayce and Mel. The couple was completely oblivious to the interaction, both swaying along to the music and taking gracious sips of their drinks, more than ready to lose themselves into the thriving life of the bar. 

“Cait,” Mel practically yelled as she grabbed onto her shoulder. “We’re going to go dance! You coming?” 

Caitlyn shook her head, thumb hooking over her shoulder in a gesture towards the bar behind her, “I’m still waiting on my drink. I’ll join you once I get it. You both go on ahead.”

Mel pursed her lips, glancing around the bar with quizzical and sharp eyes. 

“You sure? We can wait.”

“No. No, you guys go have fun. I might actually just keep my butt in this seat for a while. You did force me into a pair of obnoxiously tall heels,” Caitlyn laughed, legs shifting to show off said heels like Mel didn’t already know what they looked like. 

Laughter tumbled from tastefully painted gold lips, a hand lightly hitting Caitlyn on her outstretched leg, “You better not stay here all night or I’m going to drag you onto the dance floor kicking and screaming if I have to.”

Caitlyn scoffed in amusement, “You can try. Doesn’t mean you’ll succeed.” 

Mel rolled her eyes and decided to give Caitlyn the last word as she turned to Jayce, who was all but jumping along with the deep base that pulsed through the bar and not even paying attention to their conversation in the slightest, to yell something in his ear before grabbing his hand and leading him through the throng of bodies. Jayce spun as he held Mel’s hand, making a ‘cheers’ gesture with his whiskey to Caitlyn before letting the music fully consume him as the couple was swallowed into the crowd.  

Caitlyn let her eyes linger on the crowd, completely comfortable with people watching and more than thankful that her seat at the end of the bar allowed her ample space away from the press of random bodies. 

“You’re Riesling, topsider.”

The voice behind her was sudden and smooth and rough all at once…and definitely not male. 

Caitlyn swung around on her stool, cerulean eyes dropping to the glass of white wine that was pushed towards her and the thick curl of fingers around the stem. She reached out, mind bristling at the tone that slithered along the ‘topsider’ jab, and anchored her own fingers just under the surprisingly scarred ones that had yet to remove themselves from the glass. 

“Thank you,” Caitlyn muttered just barely audible over the music, very consciously aware that she had yet to make eye contact with just whoever was the owner of the voice and scarred fingers. 

Before she could even try to take full possession of the wine glass, it and her hand were all but yanked forward. Caitlyn released a small gasp of oxygen that was practically forced from her lungs as her chest made impact with the bar top and the feeling of those thick fingers, attached to a hand much larger than her’s, coiled around her wrist with a tight, but not painful, squeeze. 

It took all but half a second for Caitlyn to realize that whatever the hell was happening, was actually happening and not just some funny trick of the lights or due to her normal tendency to daydream. She tried to wrench her hand from the stranger’s grip but was only met with a chuckle and a steadfast squeeze. Where Caitlyn might have felt panic begin to curl at the edges of her being at the inability to release herself…she only felt warmth.

A strange warmth that curled deep in her belly and spread like wildfire, fraying her nerve endings in ways she hasn’t felt in…well…maybe ever. 

And Caitlyn didn’t even know what this person looked like. 

At least not until she finally levered her smoldering gaze onto the being currently holding her hostage across the bar. 

She was strikingly nothing like what Caitlyn was expecting…but also everything she was expecting just from her voice and hands alone. 

The first feature that pulled Caitlyn in were those stormy grey eyes, hazy with wonder and mirth, almost deep enough to drown her gaze before she could glance at the small roman numeral six tattoo just under her left eye. The nose piercing was her next focus, which then pulled her to the scar on a full upper lip that was currently set in a smirk. A single strand of pink hair fell forward, distracting her gaze from those plump lips, and Caitlyn never thought she could appreciate hair so much. 

Vibrant, deep pink hair, almost red, was pulled back into a bun revealing a short undercut that left Caitlyn wondering just how her fingers would feel running over it. 

And with one last once over, this handsome stranger’s face was no longer…well, strange. 

Now, as for her body? Well, Caitlyn could tell plenty just by the way the black button down’s sleeves strained against sturdy muscles. 

If those muscles didn’t have her licking her lips already, then the feeling of a single finger lifting her chin back up to those glorious grey eyes sure did. 

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” Grey eyes purred. 

Caitlyn quickly snapped out of the lusty fog that assaulted her brain, retracting her chin from the fiery finger that felt close to burning her, and finally jerked her hand free along with her glass. The mysterious woman’s smirk simply widened further as she folded her arms and leaned against the bar, those grey eyes scanning her with something intense behind them. 

“I didn’t really want to believe my brother when he told me a topsider actually showed their face here, but here you are, and with friends no less.”

Caitlyn could practically feel flames of anger licking along her spine –if she was called a topsider one more time with that damn insulting tone, she was going to lose her shit. When Mylo had thrown the term around it was…briefly unsettling at the most, but when this woman tossed it around…it almost felt like a slap to the face.

“And what’s so wrong about a topsider coming to a bar? Is there a rule against us being here?” Caitlyn inquired as she finally sipped her riesling, grounding herself in the way the liquid slid down her throat and warmed her empty stomach. 

Grey eyes laughed, a single hand gesturing towards the space to Caitlyn’s back. 

“Take a look around, sweetheart. Not much of your type around these parts.”

Caitlyn didn’t need to look around to know what the woman was implying. She’d noticed it from the second they’d walked in the door…hell, she’d noticed it while they were in the parking lot. 

They weren’t so deep in Zaun that it would be uncommon to see someone from Pilitover here or there. They were just on the outskirts of the city…barely. But just from one sweeping look around the dance floor and bar was enough for Caitlyn to confirm that her and her two best friends were definitely the only people from Piltover. 

Where Piltover was all white and sparkly and clean, Zaun was dark hues and smudged paint and…well not necessarily dirty. More like a haphazard mess. 

In other words, they were complete opposites. 

Caitlyn swirled the remaining wine in her glass, brow arching as she fixed the woman with a heavy glare, “So I guess what you’re trying to say is we’re not really welcome here?”

“Bingo, sweetheart,” Grey eyes snapped her fingers before dropping her chin atop her knuckles and fixing Caitlyn with a sweet, fake smile. “My family has dealt with enough topsider bullshit that we don’t need any of you in our place of business. Now, you can take your riesling, get your two little friends and be on your merry way back to your shiny mansion.”

And Caitlyn’s shit was lost. 

Caitlyn chuckled deeply, legs crossing as she leaned forward over the bar, a mere inch away from grey eyes, “And just what are you going to do if I don’t? What if I prefer to stay right here in this seat and happily sip my Riesling while my friends dance, hm?” 

Those fingers that had been wrapped around her wrist only minutes ago, tightened, knuckles turning white, as grey eyes leveled her with a dark stare. Caitlyn knew she was playing with fire, but something about that look just set her body aflame more than scared her off, which she’s sure is what the look was intended for. 

“You’re messing with the wrong one, sweetheart.” 

Caitlyn smirked, eyes wandering the form of pink hair and grey eyes and muscles over her glass, “Oh, but I do think I’m messing with the right one, darling.” 

The air between them, formerly somewhat hostile after grey eyes tried to kick her out onto the curb, shifted completely. It grew thick and heady, curled around them like a scorching blanket and Caitlyn felt herself unconsciously shift on her stool, thighs pressed together in an attempt to soothe the dull ache building at her core. 

If she was being honest with herself, this is exactly what Caitlyn didn’t want to happen. She hadn’t been lying when she told Jayce and Mel that she just wasn’t interested in finding someone tonight. Caitlyn did not want to deal with the hassle of a one night stand or a few times fling, let alone a relationship, at this point in her life. No, this time was for advancing in her career. Showing everyone that she was more than capable of finding her own way around without any help or guidance from her mother. This was a time of focus.

But damn did those scarred pink lips just beg for her to bite them. 

Maybe, if Caitlyn played her cards just right, she could get her brains fucked out by this handsome woman who obviously somewhat detested her and just forget it happened. That would be fine, right? Just once and it’ll be over. She deserved it. 

A dark chuckle fluttered in the space between them and Caitlyn could feel the wheels of her hastily put together plan beginning to turn. She just needed to push the right buttons and grey eyes here would be putty on her hands. 

“Oh, sweetheart, trust me when I say you don’t want to play this game with me,” the scarred eyebrow that Caitlyn had been drawn to earlier perked up, as if asking if she really wanted to continue. 

Caitlyn finally stood from her stool, the freakishly tall heels giving her more height than her already long legs did, and leaned fully over the bar. Her breasts were practically put on display now, the black silk of her dress plunging just enough as she leaned to show off a generous amount of cleavage and she mentally clapped herself on the back when stormy eyes glanced down to catch the view. Caitlyn’s free hand moved suddenly, drifting over warm fingers, a wrist, a forearm corded with hard muscle, and flowing up the length of the woman’s arm before curling around her shoulder. 

Without warning, Caitlyn tugged her forward, cheek pressing against cheek as she whispered in her ear. 

“If the game you’re talking about is where you fuck me like you hate me, then yes, I really do,” Caitlyn husked before slowly backing away, fingers skimming down the front of the woman’s chest before reaching over to grab her wine once more. Caitlyn finished her drink in one sure swig then deposited the glass into the woman’s dangling hand, a small bit of shock now showing through her hardened features. 

“That is unless you’d actually prefer to kick me out,” Cailtyn shrugged, picking imaginary lint off her dress before glancing back up. “Then I could simply go home, as I have wanted since before I even walked in here. Or, you could take me into whatever corner is dark enough to hide us from prying eyes and we could have our way with each other. Ball is in your court, darling.”

Those eyes turned tempestuous, lightning trickling through the dark clouds as Caitlyn felt the electric gaze pin her to her seat and it took her straining every muscle not to squirm. Those scared lips quirked, splitting into a wide grin and showing pearly white teeth before letting out a slew of words that had Caitlyn’s pulse racing. 

“Yo! Mylo, Clag! I’m gonna step out for a minute. You guys got things here for a bit?” Grey eyes shouted over to the other two bartenders before turning back to Caitlyn, pink tongue darted out to wet her lips as she began to appreciate her form. “I’ve gotta take care of this topsider real quick.”

Caitlyn saw more than heard the snort that Mylo let fly through the air, “Yeah, yeah. As long as you get her out of here, we’ll hold down things here all night if we have to.”

Grey eyes leaned down, elbows and forearms resting against the bar once again, and kept eye contact with Caitlyn the whole time. 

“Good,” The woman threw over her shoulder to Mylo before lowering her voice so only Caitlyn could hear. “Hear that, sweetheart. Sounds like you get me all night. Though, if we’re being honest, I give you thirty minutes before you pass out from me fucking you so hard as soon as I get you alone.”

“Hmph,” Caitlyn laughed, glancing down at her nails, trying to appear unaffected by those words. “Cocky. Bold of you to assume you’ll be the one fucking me first.”

Too busy trying to keep her attention elsewhere, and not on the growing wetness between her thighs, Caitlyn failed to notice as the woman moved from around the bar and came to stand directly next to her. It wasn’t until a rough grip found its way onto Caitlyn’s chin, turning her head to stare directly into that dark gaze, that she had finally noticed she had moved.

“It’s called confidence, sweetheart,” the woman declared smugly, her thumb trailing just under her jaw to feel the wickedly fast pace of Caitlyn’s pulse. 

“If you’re going to play my game, then you’re going to play by my rules,” The woman growled as she leaned in close, her lips a whisper against Caitlyn’s jaw. “And my first rule is you’ll be cumming on my tongue like a good fucking girl at least twice without making a single damn sound. Understand?”

Normally, Caitlyn wasn’t one to be a bottom. Her previous bed partners had learned quickly that Caitlyn preferred to do things her way, and her way only. It wasn’t that she didn’t like being topped, she just…hasn’t found anyone worthy of actually topping her. Hadn’t found anyone who could handle her or make her thighs quake hard enough or devour her in just the right way that could send explicit curses tumbling from her lips…no one’s come close yet. 

But maybe…

“I said, do you understand, sweetheart? Last chance to answer before I actually kick your ass out onto the concrete,” That rough voice shot through her mind, teeth nipping at a delicate lobe decorated with a single diamond stud, hand against her chin sliding down to curve around her delicate throat. 

Caitlyn’s tongue was thick in her mouth, felt foreign as she swallowed and quickly nodded through her haze.

“I understand,” She whispered, her breathing becoming labored.

Yeah, giving up control for this one time wouldn’t hurt. 

She could feel those lips curve into a devilish grin against her ear, the hand around her throat curling around to card through the soft curls at the nape of her neck and the other finding purchase at her hip to start pulling her off the stool.

“Good girl,” she purred as she brought Caitlyn to stand fully before her.

A smoldering look traveled the length of Caitlyn’s body, appreciating every inch, slowing at the swell of her ample breasts, tongue darting out onto suddenly parched lips at the sight of wide hips. One glance at the woman, the lust seeping out of every pore, was more than enough confirmation for Caitlyn to know she was completely right about her earlier thought of looking completely fuckable. 

Grey eyes hummed, hands rough as they ran along her hips, bunching the fabric as she went, “I can’t wait to see what this dress looks like pushed up around your hips as I devour you, sweetheart.”

There was no time for Caitlyn to respond before she was being all but hauled through the mob of bodies along the dancefloor. She paid no mind to the possibility of finding her friends in the crowd, letting them know that she would be back later or maybe not at all, as she focused her attention on the hand wrapped possessively around her wrist. From hand to shoulder to the muscles bunching under the fabric of her shirt, Caitlyn could do nothing but admire the physical form before her. 

They couldn’t get wherever they were going fast enough for Caitlyn’s liking. 

She wanted those clothes gone and her gaze unobstructed. 

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Caitlyn allowed herself to fall into the sexual tension wrapping around them as she was led through a hallway at the back of the club, ignoring the random stretch of bodies huddled together in dark shadows with heavy whispers and stolen touches. They passed crowded restrooms and a few doors that were marked ‘employees only’, before turning a corner that had them stopping right in front of another, from what Caitlyn could see, locked door. There was a deadbolt above the handle and she wondered if this led to an office…hopefully not the club owner’s office. 

She didn’t mind a little rebellion here and there but getting caught fucking in the owner’s office was not very appealing. 

“Don’t worry,” Grey eyes smirked over her shoulder as she jangled a set of keys over her shoulder, almost as if she could sense Caitlyn’s unease. “This is my apartment. Nobody will bother us here.”

Caitlyn was a bit startled, clearly not anticipating this was where the woman lived, “You live in the bar?”

The sound of the deadbolt unlatching was like a gunshot over the faded music and grey eyes shrugged, “Well, above it, actually. Made a lot of sense honestly. It’s easier to run the bar when you’re always here. Plus it’s not like I sleep at night so the music never bothers me.” 

“Wait,” Caitlyn paused, hand held up between them to stop all movement. “Run the bar? Are you like the manager?”

A laugh rumbled through the scarred lips and the woman leaned against the door, “Bartender, manager, I’m anything the bar needs actually. But, yes, I am the owner now.”

Fucking anyone, let alone The Last Drop’s owner, was definitely not how Caitlyn saw her night going.

“That’s not a problem, is it, sweetheart?” That smooth voice suddenly whispered along her jaw.

Caitlyn shook her head, the warmth surging through her body once more at their regained proximity. Why should she care if she was the owner? She didn’t work here, didn’t have professional ties to the place…if anything she should feel a little relief that the woman wouldn’t get fired if she got caught fucking on the job. 

“No,” Caitlyn said, straightening with a renewed resolve and stepping forward, pushing her body closer to the woman and falling right back into that lustful haze. “Not a single problem with that. Only problem I have right now is we’re still standing here instead of you continuing our little game.” 

Her body was suddenly flush against the woman, hands moved around to curve over her ass and finger the edge of the silk dress adorning her skin. There was a light graze of fingertips at the back of her thighs before a hand went fully under her dress and traced the path of a lace covered cheek. 

“I seem to remember you telling me to wait, not the other way around,” The hand currently not roaming her ass hurriedly pushed the door open behind the woman and Caitlyn saw a small flight of stairs just beyond the door. The woman shuffled out of the way, using the hand on Caitlyn’s ass to push her gently through the doorway. “Guess you better get your ass up these stairs so I can continue our little game .”

Caitlyn slowly began to ascend the stairs, peeking over her shoulder to watch as grey eyes once more followed the line of her body. Those eyes widened slightly as Caitlyn gathered the hem of her dress and slowly moved it up her thighs, more than sure the pair of lacy red panties was now on full display. 

“You going to stand there gawking or are you going to come take these off of me, darling ?”

 Caitlyn was sure she heard a low growl before the pink haired woman began to stalk towards her. 

“Sweetheart, I’m going to rip those apart to get to you.”

The apartment that Caitlyn found herself in was only half of what she would expect an apartment above a bar to be like. 

The space was open, a decent sized living room just in front of her and a kitchen directly to her left, and surprisingly large windows covering the wall ahead of her. To her right she could see a short hallway with three doors and Caitlyn assumed those must lead to at least two bedrooms and a bathroom. 

The living room was covered in dark colors, the couch a deep black sparsely decorated with a few red pillows and an older, worn blanket spread across the back. A dark wood coffee table sat before it, a few empty beer bottles littered along its surface, a clear indication that someone had pregamed before the night began. The kitchen was decently sized with dark wood cabinets and a small island at its center. Caitlyn could see some paperwork spread across the island, probably bills and mail pertaining to the bar if she had to guess, and a few unwashed dishes in the sink. 

There were pictures that filled the empty spaces along the walls. Caitlyn could just make out a few filled with people who looked a bit younger than the woman currently standing behind her, possibly friends or siblings by the way they all cling to each other. Some others featured an older man along with the woman, both frozen in place in a boxing ring, hands gloved and smiles in place as they jabbed towards each other. Along with the pictures there were trinkets here and there like action figures, comic books, and a slew of items that told you about a person without meeting them . Most of them covering a small bookshelf in the corner of the room. One that caught Caitlyn’s eye was a small monkey holding tambores, a small glowing blue orb held at the center of them, its features crudely painted with a white face and red eyes. 

A sense of peace washed over her, the space making Caitlyn feel more at home than even her own apartment did. Growing up, her mother refused clutter in the home, stating that it made the place look ‘unseemly’ and ‘messy’ when guests were over. That meant most of the little trinkets or funny pictures Caitlyn came to adore ended up in a box stuffed in the back of her closet, making room for the professionally painted family portraits and vases of flowers and marble statues. 

“I like your place,” Caitlyn said as she turned her back to the kitchen, eyes catching the stormy clouds that threatened to sweep her away at a moment's notice. “It’s very…homey.” 

Grey eyes snorted, arms flexing as they crossed over her chest, “That another topsider way of saying there’s not enough sparkles and stark white walls with gold encrusted furniture?” 

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, the small ember of anger stoking back into a flame, “Not all topsiders are the same you know. Just because I grew up with white walls and marble fixtures doesn’t necessarily mean I can’t appreciate or like other peoples homes. I quite like the photos and trinkets you have around. My mother would never allow such things to be put on display.” 

“Yeah, you know,” Grey eyes sighed as she slowly stalked towards Caitlyn. “As much as I’m enjoying you talking about your mother, there’s many other things I’d rather be doing.” 

A stunned gasp rang through Caitlyn’s lips as the woman suddenly surged forward, rough hands gripping the back of her thighs and hoisting her up. Long legs wrapped around a strong waist and Caitlyn had to fight off the moan that threatened to spill from her throat as her clothed center rubbed against rigid abs. 

“Like you, for instance,” Grey eyes murmured along the flushed skin of her throat as she began walking towards the kitchen . “I’m not wasting another second listening to you blabber about your shiny topsider life. I’m going to spread you out on this kitchen island and fuck you like I hate you. That’s what you wanted right?”

Caitlyn’s ass met the cold granite countertop, the feeling a stark contrast to the molten heat that ran through her veins. Those large hands were rough on her thighs, likely leaving delicious marks along her skin as they pried her legs apart to slot the woman’s body perfectly between them. A blatant moan rose from Caitlyn’s throat, echoing around the dim kitchen, as scarred lips found purchase on the sensitive skin right below her ear and those hands began to slowly wander up her body. 

One hand ghosted along her ribs, lightly flicking over an aching nipple, and wrapping around the column of Caitlyn’s throat and angling her head to the side for better access. 

“I asked you a question,” Grey eyes growled in her ear. “You want me to fuck you like I hate you, right sweetheart?”

The hand around her throat squeezed oh so tight, spurring a gush of wetness between her thighs that Caitlyn hadn’t anticipated. She’d never been this turned on from someone roughly handling her like this. 

“Yes,” Caitlyn moaned, fingers curling around the flexing hand that held her throat and gently squeezed as if to say ‘more’. 

“Fuck,” The woman cursed, her other hand splaying over Caitlyn’s hip and  yanking her forward. “I knew a little sweetheart like you would like it rough.”

Caitlyn cried out as her clothed pussy was harshly pressed against the rough material of the woman’s pants and she had to use every ounce of willpower to not just lose herself in the feeling. 

“Vi,” Grey eyes panted against her skin, tracing along the slope of her collarbone towards her sternum. 

Caitlyn’s jaw dropped wide, hips bucking of their own accord as she desperately ached to feel more friction, “What?”

“My name. It’s Vi,” Caitlyn shivered as she felt a small nip at her neck, backing away suddenly to look down into dark eyes, almost black from the blown pupils.

“ Vi ,” Vi repeated, pressing her forehead against Caitlyn’s, hand reaching up to capture her jaw and keep their eyes locked. “ I’m going to make you go absolutely feral when you cum and it’s going to be my name that you’re going to be screaming.” 

A stuttered breath escaped her lips, a single finger tracing along the delicate skin and following its tremble. 

 “Vi,” Caitlyn repeated, the name tasting like sin on her tongue. “Is it short for something?”

Her back arched at the feeling of scorching fingers slipping over the bare skin there, blunt nails roughly painting streaks of red in their wake. 

“God, it sounds so fucking sexy when you say my name with your little posh accent,” Vi cursed as she looked Caitlyn up and down. It only took a moment for Caitlyn to register the hands suddenly slipping under her dress and gripping the sides of her lace panties. How she missed them moving along her skin, she’d never know. Vi’s touch seemed to leave trails of fire burning along her skin unlike anyone has done before. 

A smirk and an arched eyebrow was all the warning Caitlyn was given before her panites were ripped from her skin, the tattered remains held between those strong hands. 

“Yeah,” Vi laughed through Caitlyn’s mortified gasp. “Violence.” 

“Y-you…how dare you ju–,” Caitlyn gasped as she watched what remained of her ruined panties fall to the floor. 

Vi interrupted her complaint, hooking a hand under Caitlyn’s thigh and lifting , causing her to fall back against the counter onto her elbows, dress bunching around her hips. Caitlyn flushed as she watched Vi lay her leg over her shoulder, tongue licking along her bottom lip as she stared down at her body like it was her last meal. 

“I told you I was going to rip those damn panties apart to get to you.” Vi bit along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, slowly moving towards her dripping pussy now fully on display. “ Now, be a good sweetheart and let me make you cum all over my tongue.”

Caitlyn felt no need to protest about her ruined clothing any longer, not when that wickedly talented tongue descended upon her. 

Her head fell back, a moan ripping from her throat as Vi’s tongue swirled around her clit, barely giving it the attention she craved before moving down to her slit and tasting her juices with a broad stroke of her tongue. Vi hummed, the sound rippling against Caitlyn’s skin and sending her into a panting mess. 

“ Fuck ,” Vi cursed, breaking away from Caitlyn for only a moment to meet her eyes and smirk. “You taste sweet, just like a cupcake .” 

Caitlyn rolled her eyes in exasperation and fell back fully against the countertop, her other leg hooking over Vi’s other shoulder and pulling her back towards her pussy with a single squeeze of her legs. 

“Shut up and finish me already,” Caitlyn commanded, fingers slipping under the straps of her dress and pulling them down her shoulders to uncover full, beautiful breasts with dusty brown nipples. 

“Oh, we’re just getting started, cupcake,” Vi murmured. “But you’ll finish when I tell you to.” 

Caitlyn choked on her retort as Vi dove back in, devouring her for all she was worth. She let herself get lost in the feeling of Vi’s tongue diving into her over and over again and circling around her clit, but never giving it the direct attention she madly wanted. One of Caitlyn’s hands found purchase on her own breast and began to knead the plump flesh, her body tensing slightly at the added stimulation. The other reached down and slid through silky pink strands, pushing the fallen pieces from Vi’s face so Caitlyn could have a clear view of her tongue against her skin. 

The sight was almost enough to send Caitlyn over the edge with no warning, especially when those storm cloud eyes caught her’s as Vi buried her tongue deep inside of her pussy. But Caitlyn held back, letting that feeling simmer for a moment before fending it off with a deep breath and a quick clench of her legs around Vi’s head. 

Caitlyn didn’t want this moment to be over before it even began. She was more than sure that Vi was completely capable of getting Caitlyn to ‘ go absolutely feral ’ with the way she was able to coax her so close to an orgasm so suddenly with just a look. 

Vi physically growled before breaking away, chin coated with Caitlyn’s wetness, and removing her legs from her shoulders. Caitlyn felt her empty core clench as Vi swung her legs to the side, effectively flipping her over and now leaving her front pressed against the countertop. She felt a hand coast along her spine and up, up, up, before anchoring into the hair at the base of her neck. A sharp tug had Caitlyn arching back, belly flush with the cool granite and hips pinned to its edge by Vi’s body. 

“Vi,” Caitlyn moaned, her body contorting perfectly to Vi’s silent demands. 

A sharp sting of teeth against her shoulder set off another moan from Caitlyn’s lips. 

“You’re so wet for me, cupcake,” Vi husked along her skin as deft fingers trailed up her inner thigh from behind. “Does my good girl still want more? Do you want my fingers this time?”

Caitlyn unconsciously squeezed her thighs together, effectively trapping Vi’s hand between them without warning. A quick movement of Vi’s foot knocking against her heeled one had Caitlyn’s legs spread perfectly wide and her chest and cheek roughly pushed back against the counter. She could feel Vi’s body fall over her back, strong muscles making up for their height difference, and keeping her pinned, unable to move. 

“Rule number two of our little game , cupcake,” Vi whispered along her spine. “You move one little muscle unless I tell you to or unless it’s your legs shaking from a fucking orgasm, and I’m going to stop. Our game will end right here, understand?”

Caitlyn swallowed a whine as her thighs were coated with more of her wetness and she flexed her hands where they rested flat at her sides, “What about my hands?”

There was the slight jingle of metal as Caitlyn felt Vi remove her hands from her body and she steeled herself to not peek over her shoulder to see what was happening…though her mind had a good enough image. 

“Put your hands behind your back,” Vi commanded as she reached for one of her hands. 

Caitlyn quickly obeyed, making sure to move her hands and her hands only. Vi maneuvered her hands together before she felt them being slipped through leather loops, the cold material leaving goosebumps in its wake. Caitlyn hissed as the leather tightened around her wrists, not painfully so, but just enough to have her body singing. Vi had fastened her belt ino the perfect makeshift cuffs, just as Caitlyn’s mind had imagined. 

Vi messed with the belt for another moment before letting Caitlyn’s restrained hands fall against her back, “You okay, cupcake? Can still feel your hands, right?”

Caitlyn felt a tingle of warmth etch itself into her heart at the concern and care in Vi’s voice. 

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Caitlyn quipped. 

She could see Vi’s smirk in the back of her mind. 

“Remember, no moving, but if this ever gets too much just tell me to stop, okay?”

“I understand,” Caitlyn purred, her body clenching in anticipation at what would follow. 

Vi laughed, her hands finding their previous places in her hair and on her inner thigh, “Good girl.”

Caitlyn had to steel her entire body at the first swipe of Vi’s fingers against her clit, working even harder to stay still as she continued to move tight circles around it. The quickly building feeling from earlier came back with a vengeance and Caitlyn prayed that Vi couldn’t see or feel her clenching toes. Those thick fingers thankfully gave her a reprieve and moved away from her clit to gather her wetness and stroke along her slit. 

“If only your friends could see you now,” Vi grinned as she tightened her grip on Caitlyn’s hair. “Dripping wet and being such a good girl for me. What do you think they would say seeing you all trussed up and waiting for me to fuck you with my fingers?”

Caitlyn had no way to answer save for the long moan that followed as Vi rained down a quick slap against the fair skin of her ass. 

If Caitlyn’s friends were to ever see her in this situation, they’d probably wondered where the hell her fucking mind went. She wasn’t normally one to share her more intimate stories with her friends, but they knew enough to acknowledge that Caitlyn preferred to be the one in charge more than not. Hell, her whole personality simply screamed ‘control’ most of the time. 

“Nothing to say, sweetheart?” Vi taunted, fingers untangling from her hair to wrap around the back of her neck and push her further into the countertop. “That’s okay. The only thing I really want to hear from your pretty lips are my name and how good I’m fucking you.” 

Caitlyn cried out as two fingers entered her from behind, soft and slow but still sudden enough to have her raising up to her tiptoes in response. Vi either chose to ignore the movement or was too busy lost in the feeling of Caitlyn wrapped around her fingers. 

“So fucking tight,” Vi growled as she carefully curled her fingers. 

Caitlyn panted against the counter, “Fuck, Vi. Please .”

“Please what, cupcake? Tell me what you want.”

“I…your fingers, fuck,” Caitlyn clenched around the digits. 

“I’m not going to move until you tell me what you want. Beg for it,” Vi pressed a harsh kiss to the small of her back. 

Caitlyn’s skin buzzed, the feelings overstimulating and driving her wild, “Just fuck me with your fingers. Please , don’t stop.” 

“With pleasure, cupcake.”

Caitlyn screamed as Vi began to piston her fingers, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot every time. White spots began to flood her vision as Caitlyn lost herself in the feeling. She could feel Vi’s hips moving in time with her fingers, using her hips to spur her hand along and give more force. Her hips crashed against the countertop almost painfully, but the feeling of a third finger entering her pussy left no room for anything other than pleasure. 

She could feel herself begin to teeter at that delicious edge, daring her to jump into oblivion. Caitlyn clenched tightly around Vi’s fingers as they began to slow, almost whining as they came to a complete stop.

“Damn, cupcake,” Vi purred. “I can feel how fucking tight you’re clenching, how close you are to cumming for me.”

Caitlyn keened at the last hard thrust that Vi gave her fingers before removing them completely, her pussy now empty and clenching around nothing . Before she could even begin to protest, those three fingers found their way to her lips and slipped inside her mouth as she moaned around them, sucking greedily. 

“That’s it, baby. See how good you taste?” Vi praised, removing her now clean fingers, wrapping them around Caitlyn’s jaw and using it to guide her up from the island. Vi turned her around agonizingly slow, hungry eyes trailing over every inch of her naked torso like a lion observing its prey. 

Caitlyn’s chest swelled, her lungs filling with the same chilled air that whispered along her nipples as she stood under that heavy gaze. Vi stepped back, taking the time to skim her fingers between Caitlyn’s breasts and down , nails catching softly as they raked down her stomach. Caitlyn hissed softly, the sensation zipping down to her oversensitive clit. She was sure if Vi so much as grazed a single finger over her clit, she would cum without warning. Her blood thrummed in her veins, yelling and clawing for Vi to finish whatever portrait she had to be painting in her head and let her fucking cum . 

Vi sighed, her head shaking as she rolled that scarred lip between her teeth, “Damn, cupcake. I have to hand it to you. No fucking topsider has had me this fucking wet before. I mean, you’re fucking body is just…”

Caitlyn’s head lolled back, gasping as Vi pounced on her with renewed vigor. Her mouth closed around a dusty nipple, tongue flicking over her nipple while Vi’s hand snaked its way up her stomach to cradle the other breast in a punishing grip. Caitlyn could barely control herself as a deep moan escaped her lips as Vi harshly bit down around her nipple. That would surely leave her with a lasting memory of tonight. 

“Fuck, Vi ,” Caitlyn groaned, clenching her hands as she wished she could just touch every inch of the woman before her. “Please, please.” 

“Please what, sweetheart? You begging me to let you cum already?” Vi stalked her way up Caitlyn’s body, tongue darting out to taste the sweet skin at the base of her throat and trailing it up to the shell of her ear. “How badly do you want it?”

Those thick fingers wrapped around her jaw again, gently forcing her head to turn and meet those smoldering grey as they tried to devour her whole. Caitlyn honestly didn’t care what Vi did with her now, as long as she could run her hands through that wild pink hair and leave some marks of her own behind  , she could do just about anything she wanted. 

“I just,” Caitlyn’s body shuddered as Vi began to nip along her jawline and she felt her legs involuntarily clench with need. “I want to touch you. Just…just let me out of this.” 

Vi hummed along her skin, a surprisingly melodious sound as it reached her ears, “That’s not how good girls get things they want, is it?” 

Caitlyn felt a bit of her dominant side rising up, not normally one to beg for what she wanted so easily, but it was quickly squashed as Vi ran a single finger over her clit. Her thighs quaked as that delicious biting edge surged back towards her. She really would be a goner if Vi added even a hint of pressure behind her touch. 

“Please,” Caitlyn gasped, her chest heavy with the exertion of trying to ward off her impending orgasm. She knew without a doubt that Vi would definitely stop everything if she came without her permission. “ Please , will you let me out of this? Will you let me touch you, Vi ?”

Vi muffled a groan into the hollow of her throat and Caitlyn felt the instant release of her hands. She wasted no time in circling her arms around that handsome head of pink hair and tugging her away from her skin, gazing down at Vi’s lust hazy eyes. 

“I love when you say my fucking name,” Vi whispered as she traced a digit across Caitlyn’s bottom lip. The moment was alarmingly light and warm , not at all what Caitlyn would expect between the two. Something curled around those words and cradled them deep in her chest, storing them away so she could secretly replay them over and over again. “Now I need to hear you scream it.” 

Caitlyn muffled a high pitched moan into the side of Vi’s face as she felt two fingers quickly plunge into her, reaching deep as Vi desperately worked her towards her orgasm. She hooked a leg over Vi’s hips, keening as the angle allowed those skilled fingers to slip even deeper. Caitlyn shuffled away from Vi’s head, clawing at the button down that hugged her muscular form. Buttons scattered around their feet as Caitlyn tore the shirt open and was finally gifted with a mouthwatering view of defined abs and a black Calvin Klein sports bra. 

Vi grunted, forehead brushing against Caitlyn’s as her nails grazed up the defined muscles and pushed their way under the bra to fondle firm breasts. She rolled a peaked nipple roughly between her fingers, a small smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as Vi’s forehead clashed fully with her’s. She noticed the slight change in Vi’s breathing and realized that the fingers inside of her had momentarily stuttered at the stimulation. 

“You’re sensitive,” Caitlyn teased, pinching the nipple before fully cupping her breast. “Hm, this is going to be fun.” 

All teasing left Caitlyn’s voice as a hand anchored in her hair, yanking her head back as a set of teeth bit down onto the column of her throat. Caitlyn cried out, her hands wrapping around Vi’s ribs and clawing at the skin there as Vi’s fingers curled over that sweet spot so rough and sudden, back to pounding away with no hesitation. 

“Don’t make me tie you up again, sweetheart. The fun is just beginning,” Vi growled as she bit her way along Caitlyn’s jaw. 

She could feel the marks forming on her skin already. The slight sting of bites and the rush of blood to newly forming hickies. Caitlyn was going to have a hell of a time covering them up while they healed, but she really couldn’t care at this point. 

Caitlyn chuckled as Vi placed a gentle bite on her chin before releasing her grip just slightly on her hair. She lowered her head, locking eyes with Vi as she felt that hand creep around to cup her jaw, rough fingers splaying across her heated skin. There was a silent moment of something that passed between them, but exactly what it was…Caitlyn couldn’t quite name right then and there. Her breath hitched in her chest as Vi wrapped a strong hand around her throat, thumbing at her bottom lip, eyes glazed over as Caitlyn took the digit into her mouth and sucked. 

“ Damn ,” Vi cursed as Caitlyn’s tongue curled around her thumb before biting down. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

Caitlyn wasn’t sure if those words were actually meant for her ears to hear. She wouldn’t - couldn’t - deny the obvious tension that crackled between the two of them. Something that had started right on the line of hate sex had quickly turned to teeter dangerously at the edge of something more . If the way Caitlyn’s body responded so openly, bent so eagerly to every one of Vi’s whims, was anything to go by, she knew this was different. 

Their breath mingled in the space between them, the smell of cheap beer and riesling a surprisingly pleasant tang in her nose. 

Vi’s thumb slipped from her mouth, Caitlyn’s jaw dropped as a third finger entered her suddenly, stretching her pleasantly wide. They worked her slowly but thoroughly, reaching depths and pleasure that Caitlyn was unaware could be reached. Her back arched, eyebrows scrunching in concentration as she felt that familiar feeling curling lower in her belly. 

“You’re so close,” Vi whispered at the corner of her mouth, hissing as nails bit into her ribs. Caitlyn snatched her hands away from the impossibly warm skin there, wrapping them around Vi’s head as the woman lifted her slightly. The angle allowed for her to go faster, fingers like lightning as they drove into her over and over. “My name, sweetheart. Let me hear it. Let everyone hear it.”

There was a possessive bite to those words. Like Vi longed for the bar under them to know just who Caitlyn belonged to in this moment. For the world to hear. Something simmered like fire just under her skin at the thought. 

“Oh my…,” Caitlyn moaned, her belly tight as Vi pressed harder , threatening to split her in two. That hand that wrapped around her throat gave her a delicious squeeze, trying to urge that single syllable from her lips. Caitlyn’s breath rattled in her lungs as she tried to keep up with the tempo and the ever growing fire in her pussy. 

Her thighs quaked, the tell tale sign of her impending orgasm. Vi zeroed in on the movement, her pace unrelenting and spurring her on faster and harder. 

“ Vi !” 

Caitlyn felt herself explode. Stars dancing behind her eyes as she cried out, Vi’s name dancing off her lips like a prayer to the heavens. Her blood sung in her veins, burning her from the inside out as her orgasm consumed her entirely. Vi cursed, jaw slack in wonder, before she crashed down upon her. Her lips claimed Caitlyn’s, swallowing the sweet whisper of Vi’s name on her tongue. 

The kiss was wild and rare, sending little sparkes through Caitlyn’s body as it claimed her. Vi’s hand now cupping her cheek in an almost sweet gesture like one would experience from a lover. It was warm and unsettling, unexpected , but Caitlyn couldn’t find it in herself to stop . She didn’t want it to end. 

Vi claimed her lips over and over, turning them a deep red as she marked them as hers. Caitlyn clenched around Vi’s now still fingers as she bit down on her bottom lip, finally pulling away and leaving her utterly wrecked. 

“My name tastes so fucking good on your lips,” Vi husked, running her finger over Caitlyn’s swollen lips. “Such a good girl for doing as you're told.”

Caitlyn could only hum, brain a liquid mess from the intense orgasm, as Vi lifted her and moved them towards one of the three doors she had noticed earlier. 

“I think you deserve a reward, sweetheart,” Vi praised.