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A calm and quiet day is all you need. Your brain isn't being quite as nice. Vic is willing to help.

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Lesson Fourteen: Turn your brain off.

When you woke up, Victoria had left. However, someone else was standing in the doorway, lightly knocking on the frame, brown paper bag in hand, sporting a guilty look. You waved Damiano in immediately. It was as if this simple gesture had opened up the floodgates.

"Dolcezza, I am so so sorry. I should never have pushed you into something that immediately had you saying red, and I didn't even see it coming because I was so preoccupied with my own shit. I wasn't looking out for you and I wasn't taking care of you, and I should have been doing that. I always try to be so vigilant about safe words and yet I was the one who pushed you instead of realising you were feeling uncomfortable, I should have never tried anything new with you while drunk and I'm so so sorry-"

You didn't know how long he would have continued if you hadn't stopped him but you assumed it would have been a while.

"Damiano," you smiled at him. You had long forgiven him for the night before. You knew he had meant to harm, he would never knowingly put you in a situation you felt uncomfortable or unsafe in. It had been a lapse of judgement, a momentarily distraction, an error he wasn't going to repeat, and you had made your peace with that. "Give me my coffee and show me what you've got hiding in that bad and I'll tell you if I'm still mad."

It turned out he had raided half a bakery in an effort to find the perfect breakfast and win your affections back. You didn't tell him that a simple apology and a coffee alone would have done it. But you could tell he was trying hard, spoiling you with vigour as he demanded you stay in bed for breakfast, obnoxiously feeding you bites of his own pastry and pressing sugary kisses to your mouth. You allowed it.

"Also, you should check your phone," Damiano mentioned as you had both slid down further into the bedsheets, stuffed full of good food and a bit of laughter, only thing left being the last sip of coffee you desperately tried to savour even though it was growing cold. "Thomas has been sending you things all night to cheer you up but when I left his room he said you hadn't checked your messages yet."

It was harder than anticipated to untangle yourself from Damiano. Even though it had been his suggestion, the fact that you needed to get up to actually get your phone seemed to be a major inconvenience for him, arm and leg slung over your body. In fact, ever since the ice between you had broken again (although, admittedly, it was a very thin layer of ice to begin with), he was glued to your side. As if a single moment of letting you out of sight could shatter the situation, a physical distance becoming a mental one. He was keeping you close to make sure. You gave him a soft kiss before finally leaving the bed, looking for the phone you had left in your bag.

Damiano hadn't been wrong. Thomas had been positively blowing up your phone. You had a multitude of messages waiting for you in the group chat between the five of you, all of them addressed to you and tagged accordingly so you would definitely see. The care he took made you smile even before opening the links and pictures.

It didn't take you long to realise what he had done but the second you did, the tears started burning in your eyes. You couldn't tell how long it had taken him, but you were pretty sure Thomas must have spent a considerable amount of time amassing the tweets, Instagram posts, comments, tags, all of it.

Omg did you see the blouse thomas was wearing?? fucking DIVINE

#thomasfuckmeinthatblousechallenge #justkidding #maybenotkidding

Whoever their current stylist is has Thomas figured out, this is exactly the stuff he looks best in, more of that please!!

The messages didn't seem to stop. The more you read, the harder it was to keep the tears at bay, your hand over your mouth to prevent you from sobbing out loud. This was everything you could have asked for and more.

Damiano's hand on your back was careful but comforting and you immediately turned around to wrap your arms around him. The elation was tangible in the air. You had been so nervous about the whole affair - if it hadn't been for Vic's meddling, you never would've thought to actually make one of your designs for them come true at all, quite incapable of ever believing you could be good enough. But this? This was the ultimate reassurance. People who didn't know you, hell, people who didn't even have a clue the blouse was handmade, much less by someone with no real-life experience in the business yet, ended up complimenting the look with immense excitement. This was what you wanted, for the rest of your life.

***

Damiano and you caught up with the rest of the band at the airport after a frantic scene of packing your things with the band's manager watching over you with annoyance. You didn't know about Damiano, but it wasn't like you to forget about leaving times, so you ended up apologising more than a handful of times as you threw your clothes in your suitcase and rushed to get a taxi. The others greeted you at one of the restaurants at the terminal, whooping and teasing about possible reasons for the two of you being so late, but one stern look shut them up. At least for a while.

You stayed glued to Thomas' side. You thanked him profusely for the collection of praise he had sent you and when he took his face in his hands to make you look at him and told you he'd do anything for you because you deserved it, you almost felt like crying again. But there was no time to be emotional. Not like this.

The flight was quick, barely leaving enough time to get settled before the plane was starting to descend again and before you knew it, your feet touched ground in Cologne and you were ushered into a van to take everyone to the hotel. The others had kept you sufficiently distracted during the drive but once you stopped in front of the building, you realised that you were about to be confronted with a situation completely foreign to you. Fans. It wasn't a massive crowd, but it intimidated you all the same. You were about to ask if the driver could take you round the back instead but Vic had already pulled you out of the van along with the band, absentmindedly telling you to go inside, they'd be there soon to check in, just wait for them a bit. In an instant, you were surrounded by people. The crowd suddenly seemed much bigger than before or maybe it was just the change of perspective.

You tried to weave through the people but everyone was heading in the opposite direction. No one was paying attention to you. It seemed impossible to get out. You felt yourself getting dizzy. People were shouting for autographs, for photos, for the band members, trying to make sure to get their attention before they would vanish into the hotel, trying to get a few seconds of what they craved so much, and no one was paying attention to you. Nausea was rising up in you. You tried to turn but you didn't know where to.

You barely registered what had happened as you felt yourself getting pulled out of the crowd. An arm wrapped around your back, leading you away from the crowd, shaky legs carried you into the lobby of the hotel. Only when you were securely inside, softly pushed into a seat, did you look up into Thomas' face. You hadn't registered tears pooling under eyes until he wiped them away carefully. You smiled up at him through the slowly receding panic and the embarrassment and you could see nothing but kindness and love in his eyes.

"I should probably go back out there for a few minutes, but I'll make sure whoever is done first takes you up to their room, yeah? Are you gonna be okay?"

Grabbing onto the back of his head, you pulled him down towards you to press a soft and quick kiss to his lips. You nodded as you let him go. With him by your side, you felt like you'd always be okay.

***

You ended up in Vic's room. She had made sure to tuck you in for a nap, telling you to relax and get some rest, before leaving again for a tv performance that evening. At first, you didn't think you'd find much peace all alone in the hotel room, surrounded by nothing familiar at all, but once your head had hit the pillow, you drifted off and only woke up once Victoria came back with takeout in her hands. Neither of you spoke much as you ate, both finding yourself absolutely starving, so it wasn't until you were lying in bed next to each other, tummies finally satisfied that you asked her about the performance and she asked about how you were feeling.

"Better. I just feel like my head won't stop spinning. I have no idea how you guys do it, I'm not even in the band and I'm overwhelmed," you chuckled. "And added onto the whole disaster last night and then the amount of praise I was showered with for the design... It's a lot. I guess I just need to find a way to shut my mind up somehow."

Vic was hesitating, obviously thinking, but you could see that she desperately wanted to say something. You raised your eyebrows at her with a smile, willing her to continue. Her hand landed on your thigh in a gesture that was somewhere between comforting and suggestive, as if she couldn't quite decide which way to go yet.

"I don't want to seem unsupportive, but I know what I always do when I need to shut my brain off," she chuckled, giving your thigh a little squeeze. You could feel the excitement rising up in you. Just moments ago you had felt exhausted, tired, stressed, a little moody. All those feelings were starting to vanish already.

"Yeah, and what is that?" you asked, a little breathless at what you were hoping to hear.

"I get fucked until I can't think anymore."

You were sure she heard your sharp intake of breath. At least her hand wandering ever so slightly higher would suggest so.

"That..." You coughed to get your wavering voice back. "That doesn't sound half bad, to be honest."

You didn't want to risk the chance of her not taking the bait. The idea was enticing enough that leaving you hanging now seemed like the worst punishment in the world. So before your brain had quite caught up with you, you were leaning over, grabbing the back of Vic's head and pulling her mouth on yours. She only indulged you for a second before breaking the kiss with a smirk and a laugh.

"No, that's not how we play," she grinned, roughly pushing you backwards until you were flat on the bed. "If I'm gonna shut your brain off, you'll be a good girl and take whatever I give you. Deal?"

"Deal," you hurried to answer, desperate and needy for whatever she had planned for you already.

She straddled you in one fluid motion, thighs settling on either side of your waist, her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulder over the fabric of her top. You had half a mind to pull her down to you, but before you had even finished the thought, she had bent over you to grab your wrists and push them into the mattress. Her hair was tickling your cheek, but you had no chance of pushing it away. Instead, you eagerly waited for her to lean down, bringing your faces closer together.

She missed your lips entirely. Kisses were peppered all over your face, your forehead, your temple, down your cheeks, before they became more lingering as they reached your neck, your throat, the edge of your collarbones. You found yourself wriggling underneath her, the pace entirely too slow for your liking. This wasn't the way to turn your brain off, you were sure of it.

She let go of your wrists but you knew better than to move them from one simple look she gave you. In one deliberately slow movement, she pulled her top over her head, leaving her completely bare from the waist up, only wearing a tiny pair of panties after having changed out of her trousers the second she came back to the room. You were itching to touch her, but she was already back on you, pulling your hands together over your head so she could trap both wrists with one arm, leaving her other hand free to roam your body as she continued to leave lingering kisses on your skin. Her fingers trailed under your shirt, slowly pushing the fabric up, fingertips lightly dancing along your skin. It wasn't nearly enough.

In a desperate attempt to satisfy your craving, you turned your head as Vic left yet another kiss on your cheek, but she immediately drew back. Letting go of your hands, she sat back, watching you with a smirk. Her hands had left your body completely. Instead, they were now running over her own, teasing movements as she traced her belly, her stomach, between her breasts, before she covered both of them with her palms. You didn't dare do anything but watch as she started playing with her nipples, little gasps leaving her mouth as she looked down at you, putting on a show that was ticking all the right boxes. You were growing more restless with every passing second.

You studied her intently as her fingers dropped back down her body, one of her hands playing with the waistband of her underwear, teasingly snapping it, then wandering lower. A quiet, low moan escaped her as she touched herself through the fabric of her panties. Your hands were twitching. All you wanted was to touch her, to get a little more, to make her feel good, but the second you moved, she grabbed your wrist again.

"Do you want to play by the rules or do you have to tie you up like a bad girl?" You swallowed audibly at her words. "I'm sure you can do better than this."

You nodded frantically, ready to do anything to please her.

"Answer with words. You know how this works."

"Yes. I'll play by your rules."

"Yes who?"

"Yes, mommy."

Judging by the smile on her face you had chosen the right words. She let go of you again, only to get up and remove her underwear completely. She made a show out of it, the way she liked to do it, before flinging it somewhere towards her suitcase. Getting back onto the bed, she crawled up higher.

"Good girl. Now please your mommy and if you do well, you'll get a very nice reward."

You knew what she wanted when she moved up, her thighs on either side of your head as her wet pussy was right above you. Her hands held onto the headboard as she lowered herself onto you, your mouth already waiting to taste her.

"That's it," she groaned as your tongue touched her for the first time. "Make mommy feel good."

You loved the taste of her, your tongue eagerly exploring her folds, dipping into her hole before moving back up to circle her clit. She was dripping already. By the way she flinched as you lightly traced her pussy, you knew you wouldn't have to work very hard. Forgetting the rules for a second, your hands grasped onto her thighs to keep her in place, pull her down even more. You hesitated, wondering if some sort of punishment would befall you, but she left you without a single comment, simply moving her hips a little to get you to continue. You didn't have to be told twice.

Driven by need and desperation, you moved your tongue against her, taking in every little reaction her body showed to find the perfect way to get her off. Your fingertips were digging into her thighs as you sped up, flicking your tongue against her clit until you had her gasping. A hand came down to your head, keeping you in place, letting you catch up with what she wanted. Pushing the tip of your tongue against her, you let her grind her hips, move in exactly the way she wanted, the way she needed. Vic's motions were getting quicker, faltering, becoming erratic, as she rode your face, harder, harder, sounds getting louder and louder, no restraint left, until she came with a melodic moan. You let her control the pace, waiting until she was truly spent and out of breath before moving your head and hands away. She climbed off you just to immediately fall onto her back on the bed. One of her hands found yours as she intertwined your fingers.

"You did so well baby. Let me catch my breath for a second and then you'll get your presents. I assume you remember the harness you helped me choose. I think you've been good enough to let me show you what I can do with it."

Time was passing way too slowly. Victoria wasn't in any hurry as she recovered, and she proceeded in the same manner when she started undressing you. Slow hands were moving across your body, removing your clothes one by one in the most torturous manner, fingers barely grazing your skin as she took hold of seams and fabrics, giving you nothing but the bare minimum. You were quickly turning into a mess, needy and willing, feelings of desire travelling through your whole body. Her fingers were on your skin now, briefly, stopping right before they touched anything that would have given you the jolt of pleasure you so desired.

"Turn around, ass up."

You obeyed immediately. Anything that would give you the chance of getting more from her. Arching your back, you pushed your bum back, almost begging her to do something.

She did.

In an instant, her hands were all over you, moving up and down your back, raking her nails across your spine, grabbing onto the flesh of your butt. You savoured it all. Then, slightly more teasing fingers running up your thighs, starting at the knee, getting slower the higher they got. Your legs moved apart instinctively, making more room for her, daring her to continue. When she removed her touch, you almost whined, ready to beg, but then her hand was between your legs, feeling along your folds, spreading you open to reach your wetness. You hissed at the contact, finally getting the first hint of relief, the first hint of release as she briefly ran her fingertips over your clit, before letting one enter you.

It wasn't met with a lot of resistance. You were open, aroused and wet, and she didn't even hesitate to add a second finger. You took it eagerly, moving against her as she thrust them into you ever so slightly. The craving for more was ever present, especially with the promise she'd made about your little reward.

"Please," you sighed. "Please, Vic, I need more."

"Do you think you've been a good girl?" she teased. You were about to answer, the words already on your lips, when she pushed a third finger in, leaving you moaning in higher octaves instead.

"Hm, what was that? Don't you wanna answer?"

"Please, mommy, I've been a good girl, I promise, please."

"Don't you dare move."

You whined pathetically as she removed her fingers from you, leaving you open and waiting. But you didn't quite keep your promise. As you heard her shuffling through the luggage, you couldn't help but turn your head, a little, just enough to catch a glimpse of her, as she pulled up the straps of the harness you had picked out a few days ago. The material was tight against her skin, decorating it in the most appealing way you could imagine, a dildo strapped to it. You quickly turned back around, lowering yourself on your forearms to stretch yourself towards her even more. The bed dipped as she climbed onto it. Your anticipation rose as she got closer, her hands gripping onto your hips to get you in position, before letting go to hold onto the dildo as she pushed it inside of you. The cold sensation of the lube had you flinching, but only for a second. Then the feeling of being full took over, washing over you in waves of warm release spiked with excitement.

Vic moved slowly, giving you time to adjust, but still moving it further in without hesitation. When she finally bottomed out, you let out a whine and a moan, bathing in the knowledge that you had all of it inside of you, finally moving towards a feeling of being content. It wasn't enough for long. You tried pushing back against her, to get some friction, anything at all, but her tight grip on your hips had returned. You were sure she was going to leave marks where her fingertips were, and you savoured the thought.

Finally, she moved. A hard, punishing rhythm, pounding into you as she manipulated your body by the hold of your hips to push into you in order to create the perfect amount of leverage. The room was filled with the noise of your skin slapping against hers and the ever-increasing sound of your moans.

Vic knew what she was doing. In fact, she was frighteningly skilful and if you had any brain capacity left you would have wondered how often she'd done this. But then she found the perfect angle that had you almost crying every single time she hit the spot, and all thoughts evaporated. All you needed was to come.

She granted your wish easily. An order of touch yourself for me, your fingers on your clit, an impossible increase in pace, a sudden grip on your hair as she pulled your head back, and you fell apart with a cry, tears threatening to spill as the release took hold of you. Your whole body seemed to shake for moments on end, riding out your orgasm for longer than you'd ever expected. Only when your body failed you, leaving you to fall onto your front with no chance of holding yourself up anymore, did Victoria stop and carefully pull out.

You barely registered what she was doing, simply lying on the bed, boneless, waiting to come back to the real world as she went around the room. A wet towel appeared between your legs, softly cleaning you up, then she was gone again. Moments later - or maybe minutes, you weren't in a place to tell - she climbed back into bed with you, turning you around until you could drape your arm and your leg over her as she laid on her back, head placed on her head, listening to her heartbeat.

"How's that as a way to turn your brain off?"

"I don't think I even have a brain anymore," you giggled, loving the way she laughed along in that low raspy voice you'd grown to adore so much.

"Perfect. Everything else is a problem for tomorrow."

***

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