Well.

"I think you know. You were the one with the view last night. And the cane," Vi mutters back, a sharp, breathy ah slipping helplessly past her parted lips as Caitlyn kneads her ass harder in retaliation. "Fuck, Cait..."

"So much for the tough, untouchable brawler," Caitlyn presses in close, utilizing her height to loom over Vi, speaking hotly into the shell of her ear, pressing forward just enough to force Vi's hips into the edge of the table, loving the desperate little grunt this punches out of Vi's throat, the way she presses her ass back into Caitlyn's hands despite the pain. "I watched you squirm and wince through that entire dinner. Right in front of all of our friends. Weren't you embarrassed?"

Vi's only response is another sharp intake of breath, the sound of her palms slapping the tabletop as she braces herself, leaned forward, still pressing her ass back into Caitlyn's palms as she squeezes her bruised flesh, imagining how the sharp red lines the cane left on Vi's flesh last night will have shifted colors by now. Caitlyn loves Vi in Kiramman house colors - the purple hue suits her so well.

For a moment, Caitlyn indulges in the insane fantasy of bending Vi further over the table, taking her there in the open when any of their guests could waltz back into the room. It might actually be doable - Vi is no doubt soaking her boxers at the moment - it would take hardly any effort to bring her off.

She uses her free hand to grip the back of Vi's neck, pushes very slightly just for the pleasure of feeling Vi shiver in her grip and buckle immediately, bending over the table pliantly.

She is so perfect Caitlyn could weep. She wants to devour Vi, to ruin her, to give her everything she could ever want for the entire rest of her life and more still besides.

"Would you really let me fuck you here right over the table? When anyone could walk back in, see you bent over and whimpering for me?" Caitlyn breathes, leaning over Vi's broad, muscled back, shoving her knee between Vi's legs to force them wider. "Are you that much of a slut?"

"F-for you," Vi whispers, and Caitlyn hears what's unspoken - I want you. I trust you.

Caitlyn lingers for a moment, leaning into Vi, relishing the strength of her, the warmth and the closeness, her crackling nerves and unchecked submission. The anticipation makes Caitlyn's heart hammer in her chest, her cunt aching with need, nipples hardening under the cups of her bra as she rolls her hips teasingly against Vi and thinks, I could have you right now.

She could.

But...

"Not yet," Caitlyn says with a dismissive hum, pulling away quickly to hide her own burning frustration. She suddenly wants nothing more than to sweep into the next room and announce the end of their gathering, send everyone home without so much as an explanation. She straightens and watches as Vi takes several deep breaths to collect herself before pushing herself off the table.

"Tease," Vi huffs, smiling lopsidedly, as Caitlyn steps in close again to straighten the collar of her shirt, unable to stop herself from pressing a quick kiss to the corner of Vi's mouth. Caitlyn gives her some credit - the slight tremble clinging to the edge of her voice is nearly undetectable.

"Yes," Caitlyn agrees readily and swats Vi's ass swiftly as they turn to leave the room, laughing shamelessly at her bitten-off yelp, the petulant glare she shoots Caitlyn over her shoulder.