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shlutmeow · 19 days ago

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༶♤ “𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞.” ♤༶

𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓!𝒄𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝒙 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

┈➤ 𝐚/𝐧: 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡, 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙗𝙤𝙭𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. - 𝙟 <3.

┈➤ 𝐚/𝐧 2: 𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙨𝙤 𝙞 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙙 2 𝙞𝙣 1 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙞’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘. 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙨 :3

┈➤ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙪𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙬/ 𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙮𝙣.

┈➤ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙣𝙞, 𝙜𝙪𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙜, 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙪𝙢 𝙞𝙜 𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮, hardcore 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩, 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚, (𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨—𝙡𝙢𝙠 𝙞𝙛 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚). 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 𝙤𝙠 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙮 <3

┈➤ wc; 4k

Before heading home from work, you briefly visited Caitlyn’s office, where you know she has been working long hours as the leader of the council—it was a priority to her; however, so are you.

At least that’s what she’s told you; she’s made it clear to you with all the expensive presents and the mind-blowing sex. She has demonstrated countless times just how much she’d do anything for you.

Lately, she’s been spending more hours at her office. Something that you have noticed has been a change of schedule for her; she’s explained to you, it’s because of the piles of work and conferences she has to attend to, the duty of being Councilor Kiramman.

You already knew this, but didn’t expect it to last so long. What started as a few extra hours at the office turned into days, and you were frustrated because she wasn’t giving your share of attention.

Your inability to not tolerate not having things go in your favor reveals your desperate need for her. The need to be tamed. You yearned for her attention. You recognized your neediness and knew only Caitlyn could help.

Upon arriving at her office, you anticipated her surprise at your unannounced visit. Entering, you see her seated at her desk. “You haven’t visited all day,” you accused, annoyance evident in your tone.

Upon hearing the door and your voice, Caitlyn glances at you with a raised eyebrow. With a defensive tone, “I have business to attend to, and you knew this, darling.” She sternly responded to you.

You scoff in disbelief, “I expected you to be gone for a few hours. Not the entire day.” You argued, returning her look, you crossed your arms stubbornly.

Your words echoed in the room, hung heavy in the silence between the two of you. You observe Caitlyn’s movements as she rises swiftly from her seat and approaches you slowly and deliberately with a serious expression.

Once she reaches you, you watch her head towards the door; you assume she is going to leave, but you watch her look out the door. You see her make sure no one is in the hallways, perhaps so no one can hear your punishment awaiting you.

With a forceful slam, the door vibrated the room, startling you. As she came toward you, you eyed her hesitantly. She stood directly in front of you. “You want to repeat that, darling?” she demanded, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, I thought you’d be home already.” You shrug nonchalantly as you challenge her firm stare. “What makes you think you can barge into my office and be disrespectful hm?” She shakes her head, a smirk playing on her lips. “Have you eaten yet?” Your breath hitched, eyes wide, as realization dawned on you. You didn’t forgot. You knew how important sticking to your schedule.

Work can get so hectic that sometimes you’d forget to look after yourself. That’s when Caitlyn came to the rescue and organized a schedule for you with your permission, she sat you down planning out your meal times, breaks, places to go if you had to leave for the day. Mentally, it was beneficial for you; it helped you de-stress after hard days, you couldn’t have been more appreciative for her help.

Unfortunately, you woke up late and missed breakfast. You decided to not tell her and instead try for lunch. But problems at work resulted in you missing and forgetting to eat altogether. Missing a meal resulted in a strike. Each strike is a punishment that Caitlyn has to give you whenever she wants.

You knew the conditions and now you were stuck debating whether to tell her the truth. Even then, you knew she’d eventually find out and the punishment would be worse. Ultimately, you decided.

You blurted out, “I forgot. Sorry, It was busy at work,” the rushed explanation giving away your lie to Caitlyn. She mentally took note of this. You saw her face, a small frown apparent on her features. She was disappointed.

“You never follow directions, do you? No matter how many times I tell you. Did you at least have breakfast?” Shaking your head, you give her a sheepish look. “I didn’t have enough time in the morning.” You tried to reasoned.

Caitlyn’s sigh told you she saw right through your nonsense; you didn’t want to tell her the reason. Caitlyn leaves hours before you do, which leaves you most mornings cooking for just yourself, except you didn’t feel it, despite you needing breakfast to start your long, busy day. You left your hunger to subside instead and left out the door.

Caitlyn’s authoritative tone brought you back from your memory. “The amount of strikes you have stacked up. This schedule is for your own well-being, darling.” You sigh as you nod, lifting a single hand to rub your eyes to relieve the tension starting to linger.

You feel yourself leaning your head back on the wall, trying to process this conversation, but all you want was just her. But you were disobedient, and that needed to be dealt with first.

“Choose. Punishment now or full punishment at home,” Caitlyn was always willing to be reasonable, but if you opted for home punishment, you knew it’d be twice as bad and you wanted to be with her. You knew this was on you. A part of you did not want to give in—did not want to listen—no matter how tempting she was.

“Forgive and forget?” You flash her an innocent smile, hoping she’ll fall for your act, but you’ve crossed the line more than once and Caitlyn was done letting you slide.

Caitlyn surprised you by stepping close, making you stumble back, bumping into the wall beside the door she’d slammed. Suddenly, without warning she grabs your neck, her grip firm enough to restrain you but not to hurt you.

Tilting your chin with her thumb, she makes you look directly at her. “I’ve put up with your brat behavior long enough, but you’re pushing it. My terms are your only option; is that clear?” she muttered.

The warmth of her hand on your chin caused goosebumps to rise on your arms as a rush of heat spread from your neck down, leaving you chilled. Feeling vulnerable by the intensity of Caitlyn’s gaze, a part of you wanted to give in, a euphoric sensation causing your stomach to flip.

“And if I say no?” you mutter stubbornly, challenging her. As your hands subconsciously reach for Caitlyn’s waist, she instantly notices, using one hand to press you against the wall, signaling you to remain there, while her other hand rests on your chest.

She could feel the rapid beat of your heart; you awaited her next move. You knew her teasing, yet her serious demeanor couldn’t break your stubbornness.

“Oh, don’t get all nervous on me now. You’ve brought this upon yourself, darling.” She murmured softly, with her lips hovering against the shell of your ear, a distinct scent of floral perfume mixed with the lingering scent of gunpowder filled your nostrils, blending in uniquely.

You were on the verge of letting out a moan from deep within your throat, overwhelmed by her. You move your head towards her shoulder, shifting to meet her gaze; her usually bright cerulean eyes are now darker, pupils dilated and intensely focused on you.

“Cait—fuck,” you groaned and just like that, you were exposed; like a lion that trapped its prey. She had you fully under her control, and you were completely and utterly fucked.

“My brat can’t choose for herself, can’t she?” she mocked. “I’ll decide. Lie down on the couch and wait for my instructions.”

You stood there, hesitant to obey. The weight of her words pressing down on your chest, you could feel the humiliation crawling up your neck as you considered if you could reclaim any ounce of your dignity back.

Her firm “Now.” cut through your hesitation, and so you found yourself moving toward her navy blue velvet couch. Large enough for three, it sat elegantly in her office, towards the side of her desk. When you situated yourself on it, the velvet felt smooth and comforting beneath your fingertips.

You notice Caitlyn walking toward a door in the corner of the room. You figured it was a closet. She entered, leaving you to fidget quietly, anxiously awaiting your punishment. You disobeyed, lied, and you made her suffer through your attitude. You knew she could not tolerate your insolent behavior anymore.

You can hear objects being moved around in the closet. Caitlyn emerges from the closet, bag in hand, closing the door behind her. She glances at you, a look of approval on her face as you lie exactly as instructed.

Next to your head, she puts the bag on the small table; your eyes take in the rifle leaning against it, the buttstock of the rifle resting on the floor. Settling between your legs, Caitlyn catches your gaze.

“You want this, yes?” her eyes locked onto yours, her breath warm on your face as she sought your reaction; a silent challenge. You felt yourself nod, the heat of her body making a shiver run down your spine as you felt yourself heat up. Her hand gently caressed your ribs as she murmured, “Words, darling. I need to hear you.”

“Yes–fuck Cait, please.” Desire and need burning in your tone. Feeling the pleasure intensify quickly from the position she has you in. You could feel yourself dripping for her, your nipples erect and grazing against the material of your bra each time you squirm under her; you arch yourself into her to seek more friction.

She taunts you, “So desperate for me. Look at you, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” She spoke smoothly as she runs her fingers gently under your shirt, feeling the soft skin of your stomach, which was as smooth as silk. Her fingers lightly brushed against your v-line, just visible from your pants sitting low on your waist.

You gently breathe in, “Cait, stop teasing and touch me,” you whimpered pathetically while pressing your hips against her hand where you craved her touch. “Patience, darling. You will do that for me, okay?” She softly caressed your stomach, her fingers moving from its gentle swell up towards your ribs and chest.

To desperate to retaliate, you give her a nod. You pant softly as she extends her hand towards your chest, lifting your shirt to reveal your bra. Noticing the outlines of your erect nipples through the fabric, she teasingly rubs her thumb over your right nipple. The sensation of the soft fabric against your hardened nipple on her thumb triggers an intense ache not just for you, but for her too.

As you push up into her hand, you groan, and she retreats back, sitting up on her knees as you exhale in frustration. “Take off your shirt for me.” You sit up a bit as you lift the material and toss it onto the floor beside you, you go to remove your bra yourself, but Caitlyn takes over and removes it off you instead. You feel the chilly air on your skin, causing your nipples to become even harder, almost painfully.

After removing your clothing, you wait for Caitlyn’s next instruction, noticing her gaze on your chest, admiring your appearance. Your chest is red, your body burning with need, cheeks flushed, and your chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

As she leans in, she takes your right nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking on the hardened tip. She grabs your left nipple, giving it equal attention by rubbing her thumb over it while you whimper, holding her head against your chest. “Mhmm–Cait.” She pulls off your nipple with a plop sound.

Kisses trail from her lips to your chest, across your sternum, all the way to your neck, where she lingers, feeling the pulse of your heart’s rhythm.

She softly moves to leave small pecks and noticeable marks on your neck as she encourages you to move your head to the side to allow her access, a loud, guttural moan escapes past your lips as you grind yourself against her lower half, seeking to satisfy your swollen, needy cunt.

“Mmhm, Cait, I need you now,” you groan. She feels you squirming under her. She releases you, and starts to descend towards your stomach. She reaches for your waistband, her fingers lingering on your zipper, as she looks up at you, awaiting your approval. You give her a nod, desperate for her touch.

She smoothly unzips and pulls down your pants to your ankles. You effortlessly kick them off, leaving you in only your underwear. She sees a small wet spot there, you soaked through your underwear for her, leaving such a sticky mess.

She moves her hand to glide a finger along your slit over your underwear, gathering the bit of wetness until she reaches your throbbing clit, feeling it hard and craving attention. “Mhmm, yes,” you croak out, as she moves her hand in small, deliberate circles on your clit.

“What do you want, brat?” You whimper as you buck your hips against her hand, craving more stimulation on your clit, “I want you inside me,” you confess, hearing Cait’s amusement, “Is that so? How much do you want it?”

She moves your underwear to the side and starts rubbing your aching clit. All you can hear in the room is your desperate, whiny moans as squelching noises come from your soaked pussy.

Caitlyn looks down at your cunt, watching your needy hole clench around nothing. She uses her fingers to rub your slick up and down your swollen labia, reaching all the way to your puffy clit. Her ring and middle fingers are wet with your slick as she enters you, “Oh fuck, Cait.” you cry out, her fingers penetrating you, hitting you deep where you could never reach just by yourself.

“Look at you, crying for me,” Her thumb continuously rubbing on your throbbing clit. Caitlyn had discarded your underwear somewhere in the room; exposed beneath her, your pussy tightly grips her fingers in response. You feel yourself getting closer, your cries turning into low groans as your lips are left reddened from your intense bite on them. She pumps her fingers in you, bending them to reach deeper in you, you feel her leaving the imprints of her fingers in you. “Fuck, Cait–i’m so close,” She spreads your legs wider to have better access, your clit seeking friction where the palm of her hand was rubbing on your clit as she pumped you.

As her fingers come to hit that sweet spot within you, you feel yourself lifting your hips to match her movements, sloppily. Your eyes are shut, as your breaths are heavy, Caitlyn observing your features, as your face scrunches in pleasure “Almost there, I can feel you.” you whimper, you reach a hand to play with your nipples, rolling and pinching them with your fingers as you reach closer to your climax. You rut your cunt against Caitlyn’s hand.

“Cait, I’m gonna–,” you stop mid-sentence, unable to find the right words, “That’s it. Take what I’m giving you, brat” she rasps out, her words making your tight hole spill more clear slick out as your orgasm approaches. You can feel your climax reaching its peak, your breathing heavy as your sobs sound throughout the room.

Couple more thrusts from her fingers with her palm smashing and rubbing on your sensitive clit, you burst in pleasure, you scream out in as you come hard all over her, thrusting your swollen cunt sloppily against her hand. Your cum dripping down her wrist making a dirty mess.

Caitlyn watche you come down from your orgasm as she stimulates you with her fingers. She rubs your clit to assist in your climax, guiding you through the intense pleasure.

She continues to slide her fingers in and out of you, despite you trying to push her way from overstimulation, she is enjoying the explicit sounds of your cum sloppily drips out your hole as you come down from your high.

Caitlyn observes your post-orgasm bliss, your hair disheveled, sweat beading on your skin, your eyes closed as you try to catch your breath. Your ears ringing as all you can hear is your intense thumping of your heartbeat. The scene of her watching you come down fully captivated her.

“Easy.” She murmured. “Can you take more, darling?” You glanced at her, your exhaustion was clear in your heavy eyelids. You nod regardless, a glint of defiance still burned in your eyes, making you eager for whatever she had in store next. You knew your punishment wasn’t over. Her plan to continue, proving her authority and taming your bratty ways with her punishment.

“Cait–too sensitive.” You groan out as you feel her fingers inch closer to your clit, looking painfully swollen despite coming. She rubs her fingers around it—not directly, but teasing you. You watch her raise her fingers to her mouth, licking off your slick clean off before moving her tongue to suck her fingers individually one by one, making you whimper as pleasure builds up in your stomach again.

She plunges her saliva-covered fingers into you, causing you gasp out a moan, as you lift yourself up, your hips rising, and you moan with pleas for her to go faster despite how painful your aching cunt was. “I—mhmm, can’t.” You see her ease off your tight hold where your thighs are squeezing her hand.

She removes her fingers from inside you as you watch her reach for the silk bag; its contents—water-based lube, wash cloths, and healing cream that she uses for you.

You can’t help but it seem impossible not to admire her in her enforcer uniform, with her jacket undone to reveal the white shirt underneath, hugging her body so tightly that the imprints of her nipples are visible through the fabric, you’re convinced she’s the most attractive woman in uniform you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Reaching above you, Caitlyn retrieves her bag. You’ll take whatever I give you, okay?” You observe as she takes out the lubricant and places it beside you.

You had dirty fantasies of her in her uniform, even darker ones. You’ve always felt comfortable with Caitlyn, trusted her in bed and to take care of you and your needs, you could openly share your preferences.

More is what you desired; you craved intensity. Your trust in her exceeded all expectations, and you wanted her to deliver the most intimate and rough fucking you’ve ever experienced.

Your eyes follow Caitlyn as she grabs her rifle, her hand closing around the center of the rifle near the chamber. You watch her ensure the safety is engaged. Your eyes fixed on her with apprehension, your movements were desperate, the need for her to touch you was overwhelming. The tension escalating as she holds the rifle. You feel a different rush of adrenaline; your arousal shown as she sees your glistening pussy, begging for attention.

A pained whine escaped your lips, “Please, Cait. I can be good for you,” You loved her teasing, but the pressure you were feeling was unbearable, and you craved relief. Seeing your desperation and needy state, Cait gives you a grins as she presses her rifle against your next, just passing your collarbones.

She positioned the gun’s barrel over your racing pulse. Slowly, glinding it across your bare chest; the cold metal forms chills on your warm skin, making you release a shiver. The soft friction of her gliding it across your nipple make you intake a sharp breath, overwhelming you with pleasure from the cold weapon.

The cold steel of the rifle barrel pressed against your body as she pushed it down from your chest to your stomach, the chilling sensation making you want to grind against the weapon as it dragged down your body.

As Caitlyn observes your reactions closely, she notices your evident pleasure reflected in your features as she approaches your pubic area, the rifle’s head positioned near your swollen clit, your moist slit shimmering from your previous climax, showing your arousal and eagerness for her.

She rests the head of the rifle on your clit. You can’t help but flinch at the cold, firmness of the metal. You instinctively buck into her as your clit throbs against the rifle head, exclaiming, “Holy shit, Cait.” With one hand, Caitlyn holds your legs open, and with her other hand, she adjusts the rifle to continue the assault on your clit.

“You’re doing so well. Taking my rifle so good, look how wet she is in your slick.” She moves the rifle lower to your slit, she sees you’re drenched which making the lube she had for you useless, with her other hand she moves her hand to rub your clit as the head of the rifle slides through your slit, not entering yet. The sensation of the firm metal gliding against your folds leads you to grip Cait’s hand tightly, arching your body and moaning in delight at the satisfying friction.

Your eyes meet hers as she silently questions how far you want to go. You were desperate for her to ruin you, a desperation that led you to do something you’d never done before. “Please fuck me, Cait.” you cry out. The adrenaline from her holding the rifle made you so deliciously wet, as you guide the tip of the rifle against your slit, letting her slide it in gently.

“Take it all, take my rifle.” She teases the head into your hole splitting you open, your labia opening enough for the barrel to penetrate you, the noises coming from you as you moan pathetically, your pussy sucking in the head of her rifle beautifully. Oh, it felt so good, you thought you were psychotic for loving this, your pleasure intensely burning, it has you in shambles and you didn’t care who would you hear past these walls.

Caitlyn steadily pumps the rifle in and out of your tight hole, watching your cunt try gripping the rifle each time it comes out. Your pleasure ignites faster in your lower belly, faster than you ever experienced. Goosebumps broke up on your skin, sweat dripping off you as you grip the edge of the couch, the smell of your arousal mixed with ash gunpowder and metal lingering in the air. You use your fingers to rub your clit, stimulating faster as your hips move with the movements of the rifle.

Your lower belly tightens when you feeling yourself come close fast. “Look at yourself, gripping my weapon so good.” Caitlyn purrs. You croak out curses as pressure builds, the fire burning hotter than the sound of your cunt frowned out from your sloppy juices as the rifle assaults your cunt.

Your breaths come heavier as Caitlyn senses you’re about to climax, and she quickly moves to take control, focusing on rubbing your neglected nipples. The intense feeling makes you blurt out, “Oh, fuck,” you tremble, tears coming out as you come all over the rifle, all over Caitlyn’s lap and her fuckass couch.

You were sure that she would have to replace it, but you didn’t care, while Caitlyn helped you ride out your high. You feel her slowly remove the barrel of the rifle out of your tight hole, causing you to whimper in overstimulation. “Shh, love. You did so well.” She whispers to you, her words soft as you lie staring, glazed-eyed and dazed, at the wooden ceiling above.

You don’t comprehend Caitlyn’s movements and a sudden wetness on your leg startles you, causing you to gasp and clumsily try to sit up, “Relax, you’re alright. I’m going to clean you up, that’s all.” Cait’s comforting voice accompanied as you relaxed back into the couch, the feeling of the damp cloth on your skin, the feeling of your lover gently cleaning your thighs, around and in between your folds making you wince from overstimulation. She finished cleaning you, placing the cloth beside the bag.

With slighting unfocused eyes, you watch Caitlyn signal you to lift your arms as she carefully slips your shirt back on, the soft cotton brushing against your skin. She moves you forward a bit as she easily slides in under you, your head resting on her chest, able to hear her comforting heartbeat, as you cuddle on the couch, basking in the warmth feeling of her body against yours.

With a content sigh, you murmured, “Thank you for taking care of me,” your exhaustion heavy as you lay on the couch, cradled in her arms, the scent of her lingering perfume on her uniform faintly in the air, relaxing you.

Even though Caitlyn saw how tired you were, your stubbornness was still clear. “Rest, darling.” You hum. A comforting darkness enveloped you, lulling you into a peaceful nap, though you knew your punishment was far from over.

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