Part two (this is part one)
“While at a business dinner, Sevika learns what her fiancée,Vi, has done. To get her anger out she plans to punish Vi. As soon as she gets home she orders Vi to get on their shared bed ‘face down, ass up’.”
Sevika x Vi fic (wc:7.2k) (series part: 1/?)
Tags: adult content (explicit sex) Slapping, degradation, belt used as restraint, strap-on referred as dick, dom!Sevika, sub!Vi, rough sex, dirty talk, Vi has nipple piercings, Sevika is rich and is spoiling Vi with everything in their relationship, Vi is a little bitchy, younger/ older woman dynamic
The heavy oak door of their shared penthouse clicked shut behind Sevika, the sound unnaturally loud in the stillness of the late hour. Her boots, usually a confident rhythm against the hardwood, were tonight swallowed by a deliberate, silent tread. The air inside tasted sterile, cooled by the hum of the climate control, a stark contrast to the cloying warmth of the restaurant still clinging to the back of her throat.
Vi was in the living room, sprawled on the couch in a way that consumed its entire length, scrolling lazily through something on her phone. The blue light cast her sharp features in an ethereal glow, softening the arrogant set of her jaw. She didn't look up immediately, a small sign of disrespect that usually earned her a sharp word, but tonight Sevika welcomed it. It was another piece of evidence, another brick in the wall Vi had so carelessly built around herself.
"Hey," Vi mumbled, her eyes still fixed on the screen. "How was the schmooze-fest? Make any old rich men cry?"
Sevika didn't answer. She moved past the couch, shrugging off her suit jacket. The fine wool whispered as it settled over the back of an armchair.
She stayed silent, exempt from her heavy breathing. She took off each of her rings and set them on the kitchen island. Vi glanced up after hearing the clinks.
"Sev?" She asked, her eyebrows arched. She was in simple housewear, a delicate bralette and sleep shorts that clung to her like a second skin.
"Bedroom," Sevika said. Her voice was flat, devoid of inflexion. She didn't turn around. "Now."
Vi's playful smirk faltered at the edges, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. She pushed herself up, the phone quickly forgotten. "What crawled up your ass and died? And why do I have to be there to see it?"
Something in the stillness of Sevika's broad back, the rigid line of her shoulders, must have finally registered. The sarcastic energy bled out of Vi, leaving a wary uncertainty in its place. She padded after Sevika, her bare feet silent on the floor.
The bedroom was dark, save for the ambient glow of the city filtering through the blinds. Sevika stood by the foot of the bed, her silhouette a monolith against the window. She had already unbuttoned her shirt cuffs, the sleeves now rolled to her elbows, revealing the intricate lines of her arm tattoos.
Vi stopped a few feet away, her arms crossing in front of her chest. "Okay, you're starting to freak me out a little. What's wrong?"
Sevika finally turned her head, her face half in shadow. The city lights caught the glint in her eye, and it was cold. "Take off your clothes."
Vi's breath hitched, a sudden, sharp intake of air. The shift in dynamic was so sudden it was dizzying. This wasn't foreplay. This wasn't the usual push and pull. This felt like something else entirely.
"Do it," Sevika commanded, her voice a low growl that vibrated through the floorboards. "And then get on the bed. Face down, ass up."
Vi stuttered, meaning to say something, but no words could reach past her brain down to her mouth. She hesitated, standing on the balls of her feet. Despite being utterly turned on, she was confused as to why Sevika was acting like this.
Sevika gave her a moment, then turned her head, still seeing Vi in the same standing position.
Vi huffed, pushed a loose strand of hair back in its place, and walked over to the bed. It dipped under the weight of her knee. Sevika walked over to their dresser, slowly taking off her earrings, necklaces.
"...what's going on?" Vi whispered, a harsh bite to it.
Sevika grumbled, fumbling with things in the dresser that Vi couldn't see because of Sevika's stature covering the view. "At my dinner, a business associate of mine had an interesting story about a hot-headed girl with pink hair and tattoos," Sevika said, her back still turned to Vi.
Vi froze. Her entire body went rigid. "And?"
"I'm not in the mood for games," Sevika unbuttoned her dress shirt at the top, but did not fully take it off. "I was so proud of you. So proud that you were able to get a job at that gallery, and you go and pull a stunt like that? What were you thinking?"
Vi scoffed, sitting with by putting weight on her hands behind her, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Sevika finally turned around, and Vi got a quick glance of her unzipped pants, her belt fumbled with too, not quite unbuckled. "Get on your stomach," Sevika demanded, her jaw working, trying to control her anger.
"No," Vi stated, her chin up in defiance. "Tell me what I did wrong."
"Vi, I swear to god," Sevika seethed, pressing her lips in a line and huffed. She stepped closer to the bed. "I was just sitting at a table with a dozen other rich assholes, listening to a very important man talk about how my fiancée, got into a screaming match with one of their most valued clients. Threatened to 'rip her fucking face off,' in your exact words, I believe?"
Vi's face went blank, the blood draining from it. The bravado evaporated, leaving behind a hollowed-out shell. She remembered the encounter with the woman, the smug, condescending smile as she dismissed Vi's entire artistic curation, calling it "a child's temper tantrum on canvas." Vi remembered the heat that had flooded her, the way the world had narrowed to that one patronizing face.
"That bitch had it coming," Vi shot back, the memory making her upset all over again.
"You don't get to decide that," Sevika's voice cracked like a whip, sharp and unforgiving. "Do you have any idea what that did? To my name? I had to spend three hours grovelling, Vi. Three hours watching that smug bastard enjoy every second of my humiliation. All because you can't control your pathetic temper."
The word "pathetic" struck Vi harder than a slap. Her hands clenched into fists behind her.
"I didn't hear you complaining when this 'pathetic' temper got you out of that alley in the undercity," she snarled, her eyes flashing with the old, wounded pride.
"This isn't the undercity!" Sevika yelled, her composure finally shattering. She took another step, her frame seeming to fill the entire room. "You wanted this life, Vi. You wanted the gallery, the apartment, this fucking penthouse view. And I gave it to you. But it comes with rules, Vi. It comes with consequences. And you're going to learn them tonight."
Sevika's eyes dropped, raking over Vi's contrary form, a slow, deliberate assessment. The anger was still there, a storm cloud in her gaze, but now it was laced with something else. Something colder; borderline predatory.
"The bra," Sevika said, her voice dropping to a dangerously low register. "Take it off."
Vi's breath stuttered. She opened her mouth to argue, to hurl another insult, but the look in Sevika's eyes stopped her. It was a look of starvation, the wanting to hunt and corner the meal, and to ravish it from the inside out.
Vi's jaw worked, a muscle jumping in her cheek. Her fingers fumbled with the flimsy clasp at her back. The delicate fabric slid away, exposing her supple breasts, the silver glint of her nipple piercings catching the dim light. She shivered, but not from the cold. She could feel Sevika's gaze like a physical touch, hot and possessive.
Sevika took a step closer. "You still don't get it, do you?" she murmured, her voice a rough, intimate whisper. She reached out, her thumb tracing the line of Vi's collarbone. The touch was so light it was almost cruel. "Everything you have. This apartment. Your reputation at that gallery. The very air you breathe. It's because of me."
Vi flinched, a sharp, involuntary movement. She wanted to pull away, but her body was frozen, trapped in the web of Sevika's power.
"And when you embarrass me," Sevika continued, her thumb drifting lower, brushing the sensitive skin just above Vi's nipple, making the silver ring jingle softly, "you embarrass my name. You make me look weak. And promise you, I am never weak."
She leaned in, yanking Vi's head up by using one hand to grip her jaw. "So you're going to learn what happens when you bite the hand that feeds you."
She sharply let go, the absence rougher than the grab. Vi stifled a gasp.
"Face down, ass up," Sevika repeated, her voice a raw command that left no room for argument. She stood at the edge of the side of the bed, waiting.
Vi gulped, her mouth suddenly dry, yet she was salivating. She exhaled, then moved her body. She crawled over to the edge, closer to where Sevika was, and then turned again. She was on all fours, her head facing the opposite direction Sevika was standing. She perched in front of her, looking back at Sevikas frame that was unyielding. Vi felt a throb in the pit of her belly.
She had obeyed. Slowly, with a reluctance that was as much about her wounded pride as it was about the thrill sparking under her skin, Vi lowered herself onto her stomach. Her arms stretched above her head, fingers curling into the expensive duvet. Her head was turned to the side, cheek pressed into the cool fabric, eyes squeezed shut. She presented herself, the vulnerable curve of her spine, the bump of her ass offered up in the dim light.
The silence stretched, thick and heavy with unspoken things. Vi could hear Sevika's breathing, slow and controlled, a predator's stillness. She flinched when she felt the bed dip behind her, the mattress groaning under Sevika's weight as she knelt between Vi's spread legs.
"So proud," Sevika murmured, her voice a low, resonant hum that Vi felt more than heard. "So fucking defiant. Even now."
Vi gasped as Sevika's hands, strong and calloused from years of fighting and leading, gripped the waistband of her shorts. Sevika didn't pull them down gently. She yanked, the fabric pooling at her knees, then at her ankles before Sevika flicked them off. It was tossed aside, forgotten.
Sevka's hands palmed each of her cheeks like a basketball, squeezing and releasing. Her hands felt over the texture of Vi's tiny thin boyshorts, the fabric semi-transparent due to the sheer stretch.
Vi looked back, her cheek pressed into the covers. Sevika quickly corrected her, pushing down on her spine to keep her in the previous position.
"Don't move," she ordered.
Vi bit her lip, a strangled sound catching in her throat as Sevika's fingers ghosted over the thin fabric of her panties, tracing the line of her folds through the damp material. She could feel the heat from Sevika's palm, a brand against her skin.
"Look at you," Sevika breathed, the words a hot puff of air against the small of Vi's back. "So wet for me already. Was this what you wanted, Vi? To get me this worked up?"
Vi didn't answer. She couldn't. A choked whimper escaped her lips as Sevika's fingers pressed down, a deliberate, teasing pressure that sent jolts of electricity up her spine.
"Answer me," Sevika commanded, her other hand landing a sharp, stinging smack on Vi's ass. The sound was obscene in the quiet room.
"No," Vi gasped, the word torn from her. Her hips bucked involuntarily, a silent plea for more.
"Liar." Sevika's tone was dark, amused. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Vi's panties slid them to the side. The cool air hit Vi's heated core, making her shudder.
"I'm not, you fuck," Vi grumbled, the sound vaguely muffled from the blanket.
Sevika hummed in response. Without warning, her thumb grazed Vi's slick entrance before sliding inside her, a slow, invasive stretch. Vi's back arched off the bed, a strangled cry torn from her throat. Her inner muscles clenched around the intrusion, a desperate, instinctual reaction.
Sevika worked her middle finger in and out, a maddeningly slow rhythm that was both too much and not enough. "You're so fucking tight," she murmured, her other hand gripping Vi's hip, holding her in place. "Like you were made for this. Made to take whatever I give you."
Vi's mind was a haze of pleasure and shame. Every cruel word Sevika had spoken earlier replayed in her head, a discordant counterpoint to the exquisite torment of Sevika's touch. She hated her. She wanted her. She needed her.
"That's my name," Sevika purred, pulling her thumb free. Vi cried out at the sudden emptiness, her body trembling. "Don't forget who you belong to."
She heard the rustle of fabric, the metallic clink of a belt buckle being undone fully and taken out of the pants' belt holes. The belt rested in Sevikas' hand, the used leather thick. Sevika tilted her head, gazing at Vi's body, deciding what to do with the belt in her hands. She could spank her, teach her a painfully enticing lesson. Or, maybe, she could tie her up, her hands forcibly resting on the small of her back, or stretched out to either side of her hips, or above her head. Or, put the thick leather in her mouth, shutting her up. The possibilities.
"Open your hands," Sevika commanded. Vi opened her hands to her sides. She lifted them back, and Sevika grabbed her wrists, wrapping the cool brown leather around them. She left the space between each cuffed hand a decent distance, enough that Vi's hands rested at the either side of her hips, the belt a straight line near her thighs. It forced Vi's arms to stay extended.
"Sev," Vi whispered, and Sevika noticed her hands balled up and hovering, anticipating.
"You don't get to give any type of others, darling. Know that," Sevika said, her middle finger teasing Vi's wet folds once more before diving back in. Quickly, she was inside her two knuckles deep, slowly working her with slight tilts of her fingers every time.
Sevika smirked, seeing Vi come undone with just one measly finger. She could just imagine the mess Vi would be when she gets around to using the strap between her legs. Sevika doubts Vi even knows she's wearing it right now.
The idea of her ignorance made Sevika's stomach clench. It was perfect. Vi had no idea that she was seconds away from being fucked into tomorrow. She was so naive.
Sevika's thumb found Vi's clit and rubbed it in small, tight circles. Vi's hips jerked, a gasp tearing from her throat. The sensation was overwhelming, a dizzying spiral of pleasure that made her forget everything except the feeling of Sevika's hands on her. She tried to close her legs, to gain some semblance of control, but Sevika's thighs were a firm, unyielding barrier.
"Ah ah ah," Sevika tsked, her finger stilling their movement. "Keep them open for me." She delivered another sharp slap to Vi's exposed skin, the impact making her flinch and cry out.
Vi whimpered, her body trembling with a desperate need. "Sevika, don't bitch me..." She whined again, a sneer on her face.
"What'd I say? huh?" Sevika said, taking her finger right back out. Sevika slapped Vi's pussy, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. She could see Vi clench after the motion.
Sevika leaned over her, her voice low and warning. "You don't get to call me fucking names like that if you're the one bent over. You say some stupid shit like that again, and I will stop right now and force you to sleep on the couch," Sevika groped Vi's left ass cheek so hard it left a mark. Vi bit her lip. "Got that?"
Vi couldn't find her breath, but she was still refractory, not wanting to back down to her.
"Got. That?" Sevika repeated, her voice a low growl. She slapped her ass again, the impact making Vi jolt.
"...yes," Vi managed, the word barely audible, muffled by the covers.
Sevika hummed, a low, pleased sound that vibrated through Vi's back. "Good girl."
The words, so rarely spoken, so dripping with condescending praise, sent a fresh wave of warmth through Vi's core. She felt Sevika shift behind her, her one finger entering inside Vi, becoming two. Now with her middle and pointer finger, Sevka worked, curling them up right at the spot that made Vi mewl. Her fingers were long, wide. They worked on her so well constantly that they had instilled a memory inside Vi's body. Her pussy clenched and morphed to fit them, to let them ruin her.
"Sev, ugh," Vi grunts, her voice a higher pitch now. Her wrists wavered under the grip of the belt, forcing her to do nothing but take it. Unable to move under Sevika's weight, Vi can't move or adjust herself to make the sensations calm down, and a gush of wetness coated Sevika's fingers, threatening to drip down Vi's thigh.
Sevika hummed approvingly. She watched, mesmerized, as Vi's body responded to her touch, the way her muscles clenched and quivered. She could feel the slick heat surrounding her fingers, the desperate flutter of Vi's inner walls. It was a heady feeling, this absolute control. To have this wild, defiant creature at her mercy, to reduce her to a whimpering, needy mess with just a few well-placed touches.
"Look at you," Sevika murmured, her voice a low, seductive purr. "So fucking desperate. And all it took was for me to put you in your place."
She pulled her fingers out almost all the way, only to thrust them back in, painfully slow and deep as all hell. Vi cried out, her body arching off the bed, her bound hands pulling uselessly against the leather restraint.
"Agh, ah," Vi gasped, her mind a blur of sensation. Her body was writhing beneath Sevika's skilled touch.
Suddenly, once Sevika decided Vi was open enough, she took her fingers out, a slow suction sound following. Vi huffed, a quick whine exiting her lips. Vi's head dropped, frustration boiling in her head. Sevika snakes her coated fingers up along with her other hand. Her other dry hand holds Vi's head up by the neck, forcing Vi to look up at her. Vi's mouth agape, Sevika takes the slick fingers of her other hand and places them on Vi's tongue, and Vi quickly wraps her mouth around the digits and sucks.
Then, Sevika lets go, Vi's head dipping after. She lets out a couple of breaths. Sevika bends down, her chest touching Vi's back as she kisses her on the neck. They're wet kisses. Sevika's large hands roam over Vi's back, feeling the soft inked skin. She eventually cups each of Vi's pierced breasts, messaging and gripping sensually.
Vi moans are soft and simple, her eyes fluttering shut. She was so distracted by what Sevikas was doing, she forgot that her core was still aching. Sevika leans back, finally, pushing her fly down and pulling out the silicon dick that was tucked in her slacks.
Vi waited, confused. Her mind was so blurry she hadn't thought about what Sevika could be doing until its rubbed against her wrinkled folds.
"Sev," Vi gasped, a quiver of fear lacing her voice for a millisecond.
"Relax, darling," Sevika grunted, though her voice was still rough. Her open hand placed itself on the small of Vi's back, pushing her down and pushing her legs open more.
"It's my favorite one," Sevika teased, making the dark purple dick's length rub back and forth down Vi's heat before ever entering. Favorite one, Vi thinks. The thick, big, curved one. The one they've only used twice.
Vi's brain short-circuited. The memory of that toy, the sheer, intimidating size of it, sent lurches of absolute adrenaline through her veins. She'd felt impossibly full with it before, stretched to her absolute limit. The thought of taking it now, when her body was already thrumming with a frantic, desperate energy, was terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure.
Sevika took her sweet ass fucking time. The head of the dick, cool and smooth, slid through Vi's wetness, coating itself in her slick. It was a maddening tease, a constant, maddening friction against her clit without any real pressure. Vi's hips twitched, trying to angle herself, to force the toy inside, but Sevika's hand on her back held her fast, immobilizing her.
"Patience," Sevika chided, her voice a low rumble. "You wanted to act like a little bitch in heat, and now you're going to wait until I decide you've had enough teasing."
Vi whined, a high, frustrated sound that was quickly swallowed by the duvet. Her fingers clenched and unclenched, the leather of the belt digging into her skin. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so completely at Sevika's mercy. And god help her, it was the most intoxicating thing she'd ever felt.
The head was barely inside of Vi, and she was already hiccuping. She was so exquisitely scared of this thing.
Sevika smirked, a dark, preying gleam in her eyes. She loved watching Vi like this, seeing the arrogant, defiant woman crumble into a needy, desperate mess. It was a power trip, a galvanizing rush that made her blood sing. She wanted to draw this out, to savor every moment of Vi's submission.
She pushed forward, the broad head of her dick breaching Vi's tight entrance. Vi cried out, her body tensing at the sudden, overwhelming stretch. It was a sharp, stinging pain that was quickly eclipsed by a wave of molten pleasure.
"Sevika," Vi gasped, her body trembling. "Oh, fuuck, Sevika..."
"There you go," Sevika growled, her grip on Vi's hip tightening. She held still for a moment, letting Vi adjust to the girth, letting the initial shock subside into a dull, throbbing ache about a quarter in. Then, she began to move.
She started out slow, a maddeningly deliberate rhythm that was meant to drive Vi insane. She then went in deeper once Vi stopped holding her breath every piston. She was halfway now, Vis head titled to the sky as her mouth held itself ajar. Sevika watched with eager eyes, hearing the wet suction suck her strap in every time like a black hole. Soon, she pushed the limits and entered even deeper, the strap only half a inch outside of her. Vi shuddered, the fingers in both her balled up hands digging into her palm. She still couldn't move her hands, that damned leather belt. She could only arch her back. Each thrust was deep and powerful, a forceful claiming of Vi's body. Vi's mind went blank, her world narrowing to the sensation of being filled, of being fucked with a relentless, punishing intensity that felt like torture.
"Look at you," Sevika breathed, her voice rough with exertion and desire. "Taking me so well. So fucking perfect for me."
Vi couldn't respond. She could only make incoherent sounds, a stream of whimpers and moans that were music to Sevika's ears. Her boobs swung with the force of Sevika's thrusts, the silver rings of her nipple piercings glinting in the dim light, a frantic, desperate plea for more.
Sevika could feel Vi's inner muscles clenching around the dick, a desperate, fluttering sensation that sent a jolt of electricity straight to her own core. She reached around, her fingers finding Vi's clit, rubbing it in pressurized, insistent circles. The combination of the deep, powerful thrusts and the intense, focused stimulation was enough to push Vi over the edge.
Her back arched, a silent scream tearing from her throat as her unexpected orgasm crashed over her. It was a violent, all-consuming wave of pleasure that left her shaking and breathless, her body convulsing with the force of her release. Sevika didn't stop. She kept fucking her, riding out her orgasm, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until Vi was a limp, quivering mess beneath her.
She stopped playing with Vi's clit to help Vi not overstimulate, but she didn't stop her thrusts. Instead, she quickened them, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in their shared bedroom. Vi whined and sneered and wailed as she gushed around the toy over and over again, the wetness causing droplets to stain the sheets under them. Every other time Sevika left her completely, a spurt of arousal would leak and seep out of her pussy.
Vi's hands spazzed, opening and closing as she couldn't handle the sensations flowing through her body. She moved her hands despite the restraint of the belt wrapped around her wrists, trying to push Sevika, tap her on her abdomen, or lunge forward. It was futile.
"Don't run from me, Vi, you want this. You can take it, can't you?" Sevika grumbled, her teeth clenched. Every time Vi squeezed down on the strap, it would send vibrations up to Sevika's throbbing clit.
Vi shook her head, her eyes indecisive whether they wanted to roll to the back of her head or snap shut. "Sevikaaa—agh—I—uh, god—"
"Yessugh. Agh," Vi gritted, her voice raising in volume. She was starting to weep every time.
"It's always this that makes you listen, isn't it? My dick inside you, rearranging your guts, making you cum like a little slut," Sevika taunted, her hips moving with an even, harsh rhythm. Vi shrieked.
Sevika quickly undid the restraint of the belt, throwing the leather on the floor. Vi sighed in relief, mixed with the other sounds she was making, her hands quickly resting on the mattress to try to lift herself. Sevika stops her feeble attempts, pulling out and maneuvering them further on the bed. Sevika pulled her slacks fully down, finally, and joined Vi on the plush bed.
Vi collapsed, letting herself rest for a moment before Sevika sat herself down, her back resting flush to the headboard, her legs open. The strap is still standing tall and curved, now glistening with Vi all over it.
"Come up here," Sevika said, "Sit on it, come on."
Vi sighed, her body throbbing, but she listened. God, she listened like she was a dog wanting food from its owner. She hovered over the dick, her thighs already burning despite not riding Sevika yet at all.
"No, turn around," Sevika ordered, and Vi quickly pivoted on her knees until her back was facing Sevika's front. Sevika's hands guided Vi's hips, moving her down onto the dick.
Vi took it slower this time, letting her body stretch, accommodating the toy's size. She sunk down, inch by inch, her breath catching in her throat. When she was fully seated, she could feel Sevika's abdomen against her back, the solid warmth of her a comforting, yet commanding presence.
"Good girl," Sevika murmured, her hands resting on Vi's hips. "Now, ride me. Show me how sorry you are."
Vi's head was swimming. She was still reeling from her previous orgasm, her body a live wire of overstimulated nerves. But Sevika's command was a drug, and she was addicted. She placed her hands on Sevika's thighs, her fingers digging into the muscular flesh, and began to move.
She started out slow, a hesitant, rocking motion that was more about adjusting to the overwhelming fullness than about seeking pleasure. But the friction was delicious, a slow burn that was quickly fanning into a raging fire.
Sevika's hands roamed over her body, tracing the intricate lines of her back tattoos, her thumbs ghosting over the sensitive skin of her lower back. Sevika watched Vi's ass ripple and dent as she grinded and moved. She loved Vi's ass so much. It was the perfect size for her body, rounded, muscular when it needed to be, soft and like water when it needed to be. She loved to watch the stretch marks expand and sink when she moved.
Vi heaved, her head dropping as she concentrated more. Sevika kept her hand at the very low of her hip as an anchor. Her other hand snaked up her back, her neck, her chin. Sevika turned her head, a forceful but gentle push. Their lips met in a sloppy, desperate kiss. Sevika's tongue explored Vi's mouth, a possessive, pleading gesture that made Vi moan into the kiss. Her other hand moved from Vi's hip to her breast, her fingers closing around the soft flesh, her thumb brushing against the hard nub of her nipple, toying with the silver ring.
"Look at you," Sevika murmured against Vi's lips. "Riding my dick like you were born for it."
Vi moaned, a low, guttural sound that was full of surrender. She picked up the pace, her movements becoming more confident, more desperate. She created more space once she raised up and went down, eventually letting the toy almost exit her completely before dropping back down, fully letting her pussy swallow it again. Sevika could see the white ring forming around the silicone, the sticky, splotchy sound happening every time Vi let up.
The overstimulation from before was gone, and now replaced with a new hunger. She wanted to finish again, but this time with more dignity. She would ride Sevika so good she would forget about what happened.
"Sev," Vi gasped, her head falling back against Sevika's shoulder. "I—ugh, fuck..."
Sevika pushed her forward a bit, their bodies no longer flush against each other. "Work those last little seconds you got in you, baby."
Vi, with all the muscle she could possibly use, gripped Sevika's thighs harder, put her weight on the curve of her toes, and moved with vigor that even surprised Sevika.
Sevika's hands gripped Vi's hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, guiding her movements, urging her on. She watched, mesmerized, as Vi's body moved, the sweat glistening on her skin, the muscles in her back and thighs flexing with each rise and fall. The sight was so fucking hot, so overwhelmingly erotic, that Sevika felt a fresh wave of desire surge through her.
"That's it," Sevika encouraged, her voice a low, husky growl. "Just like that. Take what you need."
Vi's movements became erratic, her rhythm faltering as she approached her second orgasm. Her head was thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream. She was a wild, stunning creature, completely lost in the throes of passion.
Sevika's hand snaked around Vi's waist, her fingers finding Vi's clit once more. She rubbed it in tight, demanding circles, pushing her closer, closer, closer...
"Come for me, Vi," Sevika commanded, her voice a raw, desperate plea. "Come all over my dick."
The words were the final push Vi needed. With a couple of jitters and bucks at the overwhelm, and a strangled cry, her body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down on the dick in a series of powerful, rhythmic spasms.
She quickly lifted off the toy, it falling limp backwards against Sevika's hard stomach. As soon as she was empty, a long, harsh squirt of liquid came rushing out of her and splattered against Sevika and the bed. She lamented and screamed so blaringly it seemed like she could make the room collapse. Followed by an exhaled deep breath, another heaving sigh left her swollen lips. Her ass twitched from the feeling.
Sevika watched, her chest heaving, her own body trembling with a mix of exertion and a vicarious, intense pleasure. She had never seen anything so beautiful, so raw, so utterly captivating. Vi, completely undone, her body a canvas of pleasure painted by Sevika's hands. It was a masterpiece.
Vi fell forward, her body face-planting on the crumpled blanket. Sevika immediately pounced on top of her, flipping her around so she could kiss her. Her thighs and arms ached and burned, but she still found the effort enough to wrap her arms over Sevika's shoulders.
"There you go," Sevika praised, kissing her passionately to seal the words. She growled as she let go, trailing her open-mouthed kisses down to the low of Vi's ear, then traced them down the veins of her neck. "There she is. My Vi." She bit her earlobe and she yelped. "My fucking Vi."
They were chaotic kisses, the kind that were more about the raw need for closeness than about technique. It was a frantic, hopeless clash of lips and teeth and tongues, a tangle of limbs in the aftermath of the storm. Sevika's weight on top of her was a welcome anchor, grounding her in the swirling vortex of her own senses.
Vi's hands, finally free, roamed over Sevika's back, her nails digging into the taut muscles, leaving faint red trails in their wake. She could feel the frantic beat of Sevika's heart against her own chest, a frantic, primal rhythm that matched her own.
Sevika pulled back, her forehead resting against Vi's, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. Her eyes, dark and intense, searched Vi's face, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. It wasn't the cold, calculating anger from before, nor the predatory desire that had followed. It was something softer, more vulnerable, something that made Vi's breath catch in her throat.
"You listen to me," Sevika said, her voice a low, rough whisper. "You ever do something that fucking stupid again, I swear to god, Vi, I will bend you over the nearest table in front of whoever the fuck is there and I will make you regret it. Do you understand me?"
There was still a threat in her words, a sharp, steely edge that sent a shiver down Vi's spine. But there was also an anguished plea, a bare, unspoken fear that Vi had never seen in her before.
Vi nodded, her throat too tight to speak. She understood. Not just the threat, but the meaning behind it. The fear of losing control, of having her carefully constructed world shattered by Vi's recklessness.
"I understand," Vi finally managed, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry, Sev. I'm so sorry."
Sevika's gaze softened, the anger in her eyes melting away, replaced by a weary resignation. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Vi's in a plush, gentle kiss. It was a stark contrast to the rough, demanding kisses from before, a tender reassurance that everything was, for now, okay.
"I know you are," Sevika murmured, her fingers tracing the line of Vi's jaw. "You're a good girl, Vi. You just... you just need someone to remind you sometimes."
The words, a strange mix of condescension and affection, sent a fresh wave of heat through Vi's core. Sevika, still wearing the strap, let it glide over Vi's stomach.
Sevika noticed Vi's eyes wandered downwards to where it rested. She smirked, a light chuckle leaving her lips.
"Can't get enough, can you?" Sevika teased, her thumb swiping over the plump swell of Vi's bottom lip.
Vi flushed, a deep, embarrassing red that crept up her neck and spread across her cheeks. "Shut up," she mumbled, trying to turn her head away, but Sevika's gentle grip on her chin held her in place. "Just...hmph..."
Vi grunted, her fingers trailing down the hard planes of Sevika's stomach, trying to get Sevika to understand her hints. Sevika kissed her quickly again before answering her thoughts she couldn't muster to say out loud.
She spread open Vi's pussy, her engorged swollen clit a greeting. She rubbed for a bit before she pushed slowly into Vi, watching her face as it contorted, hardened, loosened.
"Good girl," Sevika murmured, her lips moving against Vi's temple. "Take it all for me."
Vi let out a choked gasp, her body arching off the bed as Sevika pushed deeper, the toy filling her completely. It was a familiar ache, a welcome stretch that made her feel whole, made her feel owned. Sevika's name was a constant prayer on her lips, a litany of desire and submission.
Sevika set a slow, leisurely pace, her movements deliberate and controlled. She monitored Vi's face, committing every flicker of pleasure, every gasp, every whimper to memory. This was her Vi, her severe, defiant woman, reduced to a quivering, needy mess in her arms. It gave Sevika a rush of power that was more intoxicating than any drug.
She shifted her hips, changing the angle, her dick hitting a spot deep inside Vi that made her see stars. Vi cried out, her hands clutching at Sevika's back, her nails leaving deep scratches in their wake.
"Right there, fuck, right there," Vi babbled, her words a jumbled mess of pleas and praises.
Sevika smirked, a look of triumph on her face. "Yeah? I got you, baby," She breathed, her arms caging Vi's head in. Vi opened her legs, her calves raised in the air as she took every inch. Her toes started to curl, her brows furrowing deeper.
Sevika scanned Vi's body, watching her face, looking at how Vi's pierced boobs bounced and how the silver shone and glittered in the low light of the penthouse. She oogled at the bulge appearing and disappearing at the low of her stomach because of her dick. She watched it enter and exit, slick, glistening, wet. The sounds were sloppy.
A loud, high pitched moan ripped through Vi's throat as Sevika's pelvic bone rubbed against her clit with each thrust. Sevika was so deep inside of her, Vi's mind went completely blank.
The dick inside of Vi was relentless, a steady, punishing rhythm that pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her body was a stretched bowstring, vibrating with feverish, frantic energy. She could feel the strain building, a coiling heat in the pit of her stomach that threatened to consume her whole.
loud air bubbles emitted from Vi's pussy now, making a loud, abhorrent sound that almost made Sevika mewl.
"Now you're pussy's talking to me now," Sevika grunted, purposely drawing out the thrust just to hear the sound over and over again. How she loved that disgusting sound. "Vi, fuck," Sevika said, never leaving eye contact with Vi.
"Who's...who's pussy is this?" Sevika asked, each thrust shaking the headboard. Vi had to stop herself from letting her eyes roll back, fluttering them back into place with all the strength she could muster at the moment. It's a cruel question, designed to break her down. Sevika already knows the answer, but she needs to hear it from Vi's lips and needs to see the surrender in her eyes.
"I can't hear you," Sevika taunts, her voice a low, mocking purr. She slows her pace, her movements becoming deliberate, teasing. The toy's head grazes Vi's g-spot with each slow, torturous thrust, a maddening, exquisite stimulation that is both pleasure and punishment. "Use your words, baby. Tell me who this tight pussy belongs to."
Vi's mind is a haze of bliss and shame. She wants to defy Sevika, to hold onto that last shred of her pride. But her body betrays her. Her hips buck, a silent plea for more, for the release that only Sevika can give her.
"It's... it's yours," she finally gasps, the words a choked, breathless whisper. "It's yours, baby."
Sevika smirks, a look of triumph on her face. "Say it again, who's?" She repeated, her hips resuming their punishing rhythm. "I can't hear you."
"Yours!" Vi cried out, her back arching off the bed as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. "It's all yours, Sevika, fuck…”
A loud gasp escapes Vi's lips. Her body convulses, a long, drawn-out moan echoing in the room. Her inner walls clench around the toy, a desperate, rhythmic flutter that milks the silicone dick for all it's worth.
Sevika's hips stutter, a low guttural moan tearing from her throat. The vibrations from Vi's clenching walls travel up the toy, sending a jolt of pure electricity straight to her own core. She buries her face in the crook of Vi's neck, her teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh.
And then, as if a dam had burst, Vi gushed, a powerful, uncontrolled surge of fluid that soaks Sevika's thighs and the already ruined sheets beneath them. The release is so intense, so all-consuming, that it leaves Vi dazing and breathless, her body a limp, quivering mess.
Sevika collapses on top of her, her weight a welcome, comforting presence. She's breathing heavily, her chest heaving against Vi's. They lay there for a long moment, a tangle of limbs in the aftermath of the storm, the only sounds in the room their ragged breaths and the faint hum of the city outside.
After a moment, Sevika pushes herself up, her movements slow and deliberate. She looks down at Vi, her face soft, a small, tired smile playing on her lips. She's still inside her, the toy a constant, leveling presence.
"Look at the mess you've made," she murmurs, her voice a low, husky whisper. "You've soaked the fucking bed."
Vi blushes, a deep, embarrassing red that creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks. She tries to turn her head away, to hide her face in the pillows, but Sevika's gentle grip on her chin holds her in place.
"Hey," Sevika says, her voice soft but firm. "None of that. Look at me."
Vi reluctantly meets her gaze, her eyes swimming with unshed tears. Sevika's expression is a strange mix of pride, amusement, and a tenderness that makes Vi's heart ache.
"Good girl," Sevika murmurs, her thumb swiping away a stray tear that has escaped from the corner of Vi's eye. "My good girl."
Vi's breath hitches, a choked sob catching in her throat. She's not crying from sadness, but from a overwhelming rush of emotions she can't even begin to name. The shame, the delight, the submission, the love... it's all a tangled, chaotic mess inside her.
Sevika leans in, her lips brushing against Vi's in a soft, temperate kiss. It's a stark contrast to the rough, urging kisses from before, a tender reassurance that everything is, for now, okay.
"You did so well," Sevika praises, her lips moving against Vi's temple. "You took your punishment so beautifully."
Vi just nods, her throat too tight to speak. She's exhausted, her body aching in a way that is both painful and deeply satisfying. She feels boneless, limp, wholly spent.
Sevika slowly pulls out, the toy leaving Vi with a wet, obscene sound. Vi flinches at the sudden emptiness, a soft whimper escaping her lips. She feels a fresh gush of wetness, the proof of her surrender, pooling on the sheets beneath her.
Sevika unbuckles the harness, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. She then collapses onto the bed beside Vi, pulling her into her arms. Vi snuggles closer, her head resting on Sevika's chest, the steady beat of her heart a soothing, rhythmic lullaby.
"I'm still mad at you," Sevika murmurs, her fingers stroking Vi's hair. "You know that, right?"
Vi nods, her cheek rubbing against Sevika's skin. "I know," she whispers. "I'm sorry."
"I know you are," Sevika sighs, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Vi's back. "You're just... you're so fucking stubborn, Vi. You have to learn to control your temper. You can't just go around threatening to rip people's faces off, no matter how much they deserve it."
Vi huffs, a small, defiant puff of air. "She was a bitch, Sev. She said my art was 'derivative trash'."
"I know, baby," Sevika says, her voice softening. "And I'm going to find that woman, and I'm going to ruin her life. But you can't do it yourself. You have to be smarter than that. You have to let me handle it."
Vi looks up at her, her eyes wide with a dawning realization. "You're not... you're not going to let me be fired, are you?"
Sevika laughs, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through Vi's whole body. "Oh, honey. No. I'm never letting you go. You're stuck with me."
Vi relaxes, a wave of relief washing over her. She buries her face in Sevika's chest, her arms wrapping around her waist. "I love you," she mumbles, her words muffled by Sevika's skin.
"I love you too," Sevika replies, her lips pressing a kiss to the top of Vi's head. "Now, let's get cleaned up. And then we're changing the sheets. This is disgusting."
A:N: I love the thought of Sevika being all powerful. She naturally cares so much about control and balance I feel, so this feels perfect for her 🥰 I have already written more for this series… do you guys want another part?
