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The theatre was kind of chaotic that evening, with people finding their seats and settling in for the play. Vi sat next to me, her hand on my knee and her eyes on the crowd. I kept being distracted by her outfit: a fitted vest over a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up just enough to show the ink on her arms. A loose tie hung around her neck, careless and perfect at the same time. She was beautiful, mesmerising even.
‹‹Seeing something you like, pretty girl? ››, she caught me staring at the neckline of the shirt.
‹‹I was just thinking… that tie’s not fitting. Mind if I help? ››, I answered, my cheeks flushing.
A sly smile spread across Vi’s face, her lips brushing my ear: ‹‹’Course you can, baby girl. But we might need a little privacy, you know? ››.
I swallowed hard, feeling my face heat up under her gaze.
‹‹Uh… yeah, sure. What exactly do you have in mind? ››.
She kissed my cheek softly and slowly, her hand wandering along my inner thigh. She didn’t even seem to notice my skirt – or the people sitting next to us. I could feel it building, a heat that started low and crept up fast. Every brush of her fingers along my inner thigh sent a shock straight to my core. My heart was racing, and I couldn’t focus on anything but her - Vi, so close, so deliberately teasing.
Then she took my hand, giving me a little tug to stand and to follow her. And, of course, I did. Suddenly, after passing the brightly lit corridor, I found myself pinned to the wall in what looked like a forgotten bathroom. She didn’t bother with the lights, her lips too busy brushing against mine.
‹‹Got a little present for you››, she murmured leaving soft kisses along my neck.
‹‹Yeah? What is it? ››, I answered, catching my breath.
I didn’t get a word in reply, but she removed her hand from my hip and started rummaging through her pockets. Without a sound, she showed me something I could see only thanks to the shadowy light spilling from the half-open door: geisha balls. My breath caught.
‹‹You’re gonna be a good girl and wear it for me, huh? ››.
I froze, my stomach twisting, a mix of nerves and anticipation.
‹‹You actually want me to do this… in public? ››.
Vi chuckled softly. “Mm, yes,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “That’s the fun part, isn’t it? The thrill… knowing no one else can see what’s happening”.
I hesitated for a fraction of a second, my fingers brushing over the smooth surface of the geisha balls, but Vi’s gaze pinned me in place.
“Okay…”, I whispered. Even in the darkness, her smile was impossible to miss.
“Alright”, she leaned closer, her scent overwhelming me. “Time to see how well you behave, commander”.
I swallowed hard again, my head already spinning at how commander sounded on her lips.
Slowly, she lifted my skirt with a teasing grin, letting her hand glide along my thighs until she found exactly what she was looking for. I was utterly and shamelessly wet, and she felt it.
“Already so eager, huh? Such a good girl… now, open your mouth for me”.
And so did I. She slid the toy inside my mouth, her fingers began tracing slow circles around my clit and my entrance. My tongue wrapped around the balls, little moans escaping my lips.
“Open your legs more”, she ordered. And, as always, I obeyed, spreading them for her.
Then her hand slid under my thigh, lifting it effortlessly as she moved closer. She took the toy from my lips and pressed it exactly where I needed it most.
“May I?”, she asked softly, her eyes dark with mischief.
I nodded almost imperceptibly, my body trembling as she slid it inside me. Every nerve in my body was screaming, and I couldn’t help but gasp softly. I grabbed onto her.
“That’s it… just like that,” she murmured, her lips brushing my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
I couldn’t believe what she was doing to me. She had me completely at her mercy, entirely under her control. And I loved it. I loved the way she cared for me, the way she asked if I wanted it, and the way she guided me through every touch, every intimate moment.
“How’re you feelin’?”, she asked, leaving another kiss on my cheek.
“Mm… I’m… I’m good”, I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath.
Then she removed her fingers from me and brought them to her mouth. Licking my wetness from them, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.
“Mm. You taste so sweet, cupcake”.
By instinct, I kissed her, just to taste my own flavour on her lips.
“Yes… I do taste sweet”, I murmured in a sultry voice, watching Vi bite her bottom lip.
“Let’s go watch the play… before I fuck you like the little slut you are”. I smiled at her cheeky answer, proud of knowing just how to drive her crazy.
She took my hand and guided me down the corridor. But from the very first steps, I knew it was going to be pure torture for me. The balls shifted inside me, stealing my breath and sending waves of pleasure through my body. I gasped softly, my legs trembling with every step. Just before we stepped among the audience, I stopped.
“You alright, Cait?”, she asked, a smirk spreading across her lips. I looked at her, already needy and desperate. “I know… it’s frustrating, but you’re going to feel so good very soon”.
My legs felt weak, and I gripped Vi’s hand tighter, desperate for her steadiness.
“Almost there… just a few more steps, kitten”. Every glance from her, every teasing smirk, made my body respond before my brain even had a chance to think.
We sat back again, and I tried to focus on the play. The actors moved, the audience laughed, but all I could feel was the weight shifting inside me. My legs trembled slightly, and I shifted in my seat, praying no one would notice. I saw Vi watching me, her grin lazy and satisfied, as if she owned every gasp I struggled to hold back.
And, again, her hand was on my knee. I gave her a pleading look, silently asking for mercy. Needless to say, she didn’t care. She continued caressing my thigh, moving up and down without hesitation. I tilted my head, feeling the full weight of the attention somewhere else.
My cheeks burned, my mind completely blown. I almost felt like I had fever. And when I realized she was about to reach my core, I grabbed her hand in the shadows and looked at her, puzzled.
“Vi… n-not here, please”.
“What, not here?”, she whispered in my ear, her hand ignoring my grip.
I couldn’t answer, but my hips did it for me. They moved desperately, aching to press the neediest part of me against her fingers.
“You want my fingers inside you, don’t you? You want them moving in and out, huh?”, her voice was low, full of desire.
My body started aching. I could feel it everywhere, desperate for friction. I held her hand more firmly, my legs almost spreading, completely careless of the people around me.
“Vi… please. I need your fingers inside me”, I murmured in her ear in a flash.
No sooner had I finished the sentence than she grabbed my hand and dragged me down the corridor. I found myself pinned against the wall again, my face pressed to it, with her body pressed against my back this time. One of her hands grabbed my neck, while the other kept teasing my thigh. In one fluid motion, she slid my slips aside and began caressing my clit from behind giving me the relief I had craved. The moans I let out were obscene.
Her fingers reached inside me and, slowly, she pulled the balls out. The sensation made me tremble, leaving me empty and needy as soon as they slipped free. Then, judging by the sound, she let them fall to the floor.
“V-vi…”, I said when I felt her kissing my neck, her hand moving under my top.
She grabbed my breast, her fingers teasing my nipple with no restraint. I felt like I wanted to cry. And then, suddenly, a finger slipped inside me. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Slowly, she began pumping it in and out, without hesitation. The sensation was overwhelming, and it didn’t take long before my thighs started to tremble.
“Fuck, Vi… yes, pl-please”, I gasped, feeling another finger slip inside me, the others grinding gently on my clit.
“You like this, don’t you? Looks like you’re in heat, so pathetic”, she whispered, her hot breath brushing my skin.
Suddenly, her hand shot up, gripping my hair firmly. I gasped at the sharp tug, my body shivering as she held me in place. I kept trembling at the thought of her fucking me like a real whore, leaving me no chance to move.
“You’re so close, I can feel it, cupcake. Let it out”, Vi pulled my hair even harder, her finger never stopping.
And then I felt it. My vision went even darker, my breath completely caught. It crashed through me, reaching every part of my body.
“Yes, baby. There you go, you’re such a good girl coming for me”.
I tried to scream, needing to tell her I didn’t want it to end, that I wanted to cry so hard, that the sensation was making me see stars - but my mouth was covered by her hand. I clung to her hand, desperate, my nails digging lightly into her skin, trying to hold on to something as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
After guiding me through the orgasm, she slowly pulled her fingers out of me. I hadn’t even realized she was holding me up.
When I turned my face to her, she immediately pressed her lips on mine. I could feel her smile against me.