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✨✨✨✨VI X READER✨✨✨✨

Vi's eyes searched the shadows, her heart racing. The air had tension, and she could feel the weight of their unspoken words pressing against her chest. She leaned heavily against the cold, unyielding wall, her breaths shallow and uneven.

"What are you doing, Cait?" she choked out, her voice trembling.

But Caitlyn didn't answer. She just turned and started to walk away, her boots clanging on the metal grating, leaving Vi alone in the dimly lit shaft. Vi stared after her, the echo of her footsteps fading into the distance.

Before Vi could fully process what had just happened, she felt a sharp pain in her cheek. Caitlyn had turned back and hit her with the butt of her gun, the force sending her stumbling sideways.

"This is for your own good," Caitlyn said, her voice cold as ice.

But Vi couldn't take it anymore. With a surge of adrenaline, she grabbed Caitlyn's hand, her fingers wrapping around the leather-wrapped grip of the gun. She could feel Caitlyn's pulse, racing as fast as her own. "What good is this, Cait?" she yelled, her eyes brimming with tears.

With a force that seemed to come from somewhere deep within her, she shoved Vi away, sending her stumbling back into the shadows. Vi's hand flew to her face, feeling the hot sting of the impact, her mind racing to understand what was happening.

"Cait!" she screamed, her voice raw with pain and desperation. But Caitlyn was already gone, her figure disappearing into the darkness. The only evidence of her presence was the echo of her footsteps and the painful throb in Vi's cheek. Vi slid to the ground, her legs giving out from under her, and sobbed.

The reader, who had been frantically searching for Vi since the explosion blocked their path, finally heard the faint echoes of her voice. They navigated through the debris-filled shaft, dodging twisted metal and shattered pipes, their heart racing with every step. "Vi!" they called out, their voice echoing off the cold metal walls.

As they grew closer, the cries grew clearer, turning from a distant shout to a desperate sob. The reader's chest tightened with each sound, a knot of anxiety forming in their stomach. They rounded a corner and there she was, Vi, crumpled on the ground, her eyes vacant and her cheek reddened. She didn't respond to the reader's call; she seemed lost in a world of her own, consumed by pain.

But then, she heard the reader's footsteps, and suddenly, she was alive again. Vi jumped up with a start, her eyes widening with hope. She threw herself at the reader, her arms wrapping around them like a vine, clinging for dear life. Her body trembled against them, and the reader could feel her hot breath on their neck as she sobbed into their shoulder. "Don't leave me," she whispered, her voice hoarse and desperate.

The reader stumbled back from the sudden force, but quickly regained their balance, holding Vi tightly in their arms. They stroked her hair and whispered soothing words into her ear, trying to calm her shaking form. "It's okay," they murmured, "I'm here

Vi pulled back, her eyes searching the reader's face, looking for any sign of doubt or rejection. She took a deep, shaky breath and spoke, her voice cracking. "You don't know what she said to me," she began, her eyes pleading. "You don't know what she did."

The reader looked at her with concern, their hand still on her shoulder. "What happened?" they asked gently.

Vi's voice broke as she spoke, her words tumbling out in a rush. "C-Cait...she said I'm useless, that I'm just a liability. That... that she's tired of me messing everything up." She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs. "It's true, isn't it?" she whispered, her voice thick with self-loathing. "I always mess things up."

The reader felt their heart drop at Vi's words. They pulled her into a tighter embrace, their own emotions swirling like a storm. "No," they said firmly, "you're not useless, Vi. You're not."

Vi's grip on them was like a vice, her body trembling against their own. The reader could feel the pain and fear radiating off her in waves, almost as if it were a tangible force trying to break through their own barriers. They held her closer still, trying to absorb some of that pain, to be the anchor she so desperately needed in this moment.

But as the reader made a move to sit up, intending to help Vi to her feet and get them out of this cold, desolate place, she panicked. Her eyes shot open and her hands clutched at their shirt, her nails digging in. "Don't go," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please don't leave me."

The reader's heart wrenched at the sight of her like this, so vulnerable and broken. They felt a rush of anger towards Caitlyn for causing such pain, but also a stab of guilt for not being there to stop it. They had known the tension was building between them, but they had never expected it to come to this. They should have seen the signs, done something to prevent it. Now, all they could do was be here for Vi.

They cradled her face in their hands, gently, and tilted it up so that their eyes met hers. "Look at me," they said, their voice firm but gentle. Vi's eyes searched theirs, looking for the truth in their words. "You're not useless, Vi. You're not a liability." Each word was spoken with conviction, a promise they intended to keep. "You're strong and brave, and you're important to me. To all of us." They paused, taking in her tear-stained face, the bruise already forming on her cheek, and the desperation in her eyes. "But right now, we need to get out of here."

Vi nodded, her sobs subsiding into sniffles. She was still shaking, but she managed to get to her feet, leaning heavily against the reader. They looked around the shaft, assessing the situation. The way they came was blocked by rubble, but ahead, there was a ladder leading upwards to a hatch, a glimmer of hope in the otherwise grim setting. "Can you climb?" the reader asked, their eyes never leaving hers.

Vi took a deep breath and nodded again. The reader could see the determination setting in her eyes, a spark of the fiery spirit they knew so well. "Good," they said, taking a step back and swinging Vi onto their back in a swift motion. She gasped in surprise but quickly wrapped her arms around their neck, her legs around their waist. "Hold on tight," they instructed, before starting the climb up the ladder.

With each rung they ascended, Vi's weight grew heavier, and the reader felt the ache in their arms and back. But they didn't stop, driven by the need to get her out of this place. Vi's grip tightened around their neck, her breathing shallow and quick against their ear. The reader could feel her trembling, whether from fear or pain, they weren't sure.

When they finally reached the top, the reader gratefully set her down beside the hatch. Vi's eyes were closed, and she looked so small and fragile in the harsh light that pierced through the opening above. The reader took a moment to catch their breath, their muscles protesting, but the concern for Vi pushed them to ignore the discomfort.

They turned to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You should rest," they suggested, noticing the dark circles under her eyes. "We're safe for now, and I'll keep an eye out."

Vi nodded, her eyes dropping to the floor. She leaned against the wall, sliding down until she was sitting with her legs outstretched. She took a deep, shaky breath, her eyes fluttering shut. The reader watched as she grew stiller by the second, her breaths evening out until they were barely a whisper. Concerned, they knelt beside her, their hand hovering over her shoulder. "Vi?" they asked softly, but she didn't respond.

They felt for her pulse, the steady beat reassuring them that she was okay. It was only then that the reader realized Vi had passed out from the pain and shock. Gently, they scooped her into their arms, her body light but limp. The reader felt a mix of anger and fear surge through them—how could Caitlyn do this to her? They knew the two had their differences, but this was beyond the pale.

With a newfound sense of urgency, they made their way out of the shaft, carrying Vi like a precious burden. The trek to her apartment was a blur, each step fueled by the need to get her to safety and comfort. The streets were eerily quiet, the usual sounds of the city muffled by the weight of the recent events. The reader's mind raced with questions, but all they could focus on was the warmth of Vi's body against theirs and the steady rhythm of her breathing.

Once inside, the reader laid Vi gently on her bed, taking care to remove her boots and jacket. They pulled the covers over her, tucking her in as if she were a child, and sat beside her, watching her chest rise and fall. The sight was calming, a stark contrast to the chaos of the world outside. They reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, their touch feather-light, and felt a shiver run through her. Vi stirred, her eyes fluttering open to reveal a dull haze of pain.

"You're safe," the reader assured her, their voice low and soothing. "You're at my place “You're going to be okay."

Vi's eyes searched the unfamiliar surroundings, confusion clouding her features. Her cheek throbbed, a dull reminder of Caitlyn's harsh words and the cold steel of the gun. "What happened?" she asked weakly, her voice a mere whisper.

The reader took a deep breath, trying to keep their own emotions in check. "You passed out," they explained gently. "You're safe now. We're at my apartment."

Vi's eyes searched their face, looking for any trace of deceit, but found only genuine concern. She nodded slightly, too drained to speak. The reader stood up, their muscles protesting after carrying her for so long. They went to the kitchen and filled a glass with water, returning to the bedside to help her sit up. "Here," they said, offering the glass. "Drink this."

Vi took it with trembling hands, her mouth parched. She sipped the water, the cool liquid soothing her dry throat. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

But as she took in her surroundings, reality crashed back down on her. She flinched at the memory of her breakdown, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She had never let anyone see her so vulnerable, not even Caitlyn. She didn't know how to process the reader being there, witnessing her at her lowest point.

Vi pushed herself up onto her elbows, the pain in her cheek flaring up again. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself, her eyes flicking towards the reader. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice tight. "I didn't mean to... to do that. It's just been a lot."

The reader sat on the edge of the bed, their hand resting on Vi's back in a comforting gesture. They offered a small, understanding smile. "You don't have to apologize," they said gently. "You've been through hell tonight."

Vi looked away, her gaze drifting to the floor. She didn't want pity, she wanted Caitlyn. But Caitlyn didnt want her , and she was left with this gaping hole in her chest that seemed to be swallowing her whole.she then decided she needed to feel the hole , She took another sip of water, trying to gather her thoughts. "I just... I've never been good at this," she admitted, her voice still barely above a whisper. "The whole... feeling stuff. I thought I had it under control, but... " Her words trailed off as she swallowed hard, blinking back the threatening tears.

The reader studied her, their eyes filled with understanding. They reached out and took Vi's hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "You don't have to be," they said. "Not all the time, anyway."

But before they could say more, Vi's expression shifted. Her eyes grew intense, and she leaned forward, pulling the reader into a sudden, desperate kiss. The reader was taken aback, but didn't pull away. They felt Vi's pain, her confusion, and her desperation in that single touch. Her lips were soft and warm, her kiss frantic as if trying to convey everything she couldn't put into words.

The moment was jolted to a halt as Vi's cheek made contact with the exact spot Cait had hit her earlier. She winced, breaking away with a gasp, her hand flying to cover her face. The reader's eyes went wide with horror as they realized what they'd done, their hand shooting up to cover their mouth. "Oh my God," they murmured, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Vi's eyes searched their face, looking for any hint of judgment or revulsion. But all she saw was the same concern that had been there since the reader found her. She took a shaky breath and tried to smile, though it came out more like a grimace. "It's okay," she said, her voice tight with pain. "I just... I guess I'm not used to being so... weak."

The reader took her hand away from their mouth, their own eyes filled with regret. "You're not weak," they protested. "You're just hurt, Vi."

But Vi was insistent, leaning in again, her eyes searching the reader's. She needed to feel something other than the cold emptiness that Caitlyn had left behind. But before their lips could meet again, the reader pulled back, their gaze soft but firm. "Vi," they said gently, "you're hurt, and I don't want to make things worse."

Vi's shoulders slumped, and she nodded, understanding in her eyes. But she couldn't help the feeling of disappointment that washed over her. She had hoped, just for a moment, that this could be something more, a bandage over the gaping wound in her heart. "Yeah," she murmured, "you're right."

The reader took a deep breath, gathering their thoughts. "Vi, I need to tell you something." They paused, their heart racing. "I've had feelings for you for a while now." They watched as Vi's eyes grew wide, surprise flickering across her features. "I know it's not the right time, but I couldn't just sit here and not say anything after what happened."

Vi's gaze fell to their joined hands, the warmth of their skin a stark contrast to the chill in the air. She felt a strange mix of emotions—shock, confusion, and a flicker of something she didn't quite recognize. "I... I didn't know," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

The reader squeezed her hand gently, trying to find the right words. "It's complicated," they admitted. "But when I saw you with Caitlyn, I just... I knew I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. I don't expect you to feel the same way, especially after... everything. But I just want you to know that I'll be here for you, no matter what happens."

Vi's eyes searched theirs, a storm of emotions playing out across her features. Then, she leaned forward, her arms wrapping around the reader's neck in a tight embrace. She buried her face in their shoulder, and for the first time since that fateful kiss in the shaft, she allowed herself to feel something other than pain. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice muffled by the fabric of their shirt. "Thank you for being here."

The reader's arms wrapped around her, holding her close, feeling her warmth seep into them. They stroked her back in a comforting rhythm, not knowing what to say. They hadn't expected this, but it felt right, almost like fate had led them here. "You're welcome," they murmured back, their voice filled with genuine care.

They gently pushed her back, just enough to look into her eyes. They saw the turmoil there, the doubt and fear, but also a flicker of something else—desire? The reader leaned in, their breath warm against her skin, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Vi's eyes fluttered closed, a sigh escaping her lips. It was a gentle gesture, one meant to soothe, but it had an unexpected effect on her. Her body tensed, and she leaned into the touch, craving more.

Encouraged, the reader began to kiss down her neck, feeling the tension in her muscles ease with every press of their lips. Their hands found their way to her scalp, fingers threading through her short hair, and she moaned softly. It had been so long since she'd been touched with such tenderness, and it was like a balm to her bruised soul. The reader's touch grew bolder, their kisses turning from comforting to hungry, their hands massaging her head in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

Vi's eyes remained closed, her breathing shallow and erratic. "Nobody's ever... ever touched me like this," she managed to say, her voice thick with emotion. She could feel the reader's heart beating against her chest, their breath warm and steady in her ear.

The reader pulled away, looking into Vi's eyes, a fierce determination etched into their own. "Then let me worship you, Vi," they whispered, the words leaving no room for doubt. "Let me show you how much you mean to me."

Vi's eyes searched theirs, looking for any hint of insincerity, but she found only earnestness and passion. Her hand came up to cup the reader's cheek, the touch gentle and trembling. "Okay," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But just... don't hurt me."

The reader nodded, their own eyes filled with a solemn promise. They leaned in again, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was at once fierce and tender. It was as if they were trying to convey every emotion they had ever felt for her, every unspoken word that had remained trapped in their heart. Vi's arms wound around their neck, pulling them closer, as if trying to meld their bodies into one.

With a gentle ease, the reader shifted their position, laying back on the bed and guiding Vi to straddle their thighs. The move was fluid, a dance of understanding and need that seemed to transcend the boundaries of words. Vi's legs trembled slightly as she settled into the new position, her eyes never leaving the reader's

The reader's hands moved to Vi's hips, guiding her in a slow, rhythmic grind that had her gasping. Each movement was a silent promise, a vow of comfort and passion that seemed to resonate through her very bones. Their kisses grew more urgent, moving from her mouth to her neck, where they kissed and nibbled gently, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

With trembling hands, the reader reached up and began to unbutton Vi's shirt, one button at a time. The fabric parted to reveal her bare skin, each inch exposed a testament to the trust she was placing in them. Vi's breath hitched as the reader's mouth followed the trail of buttons, kissing and licking the softness of her collarbone, their touch feather-light.

When the shirt was fully open, the reader paused, their eyes drinking in the sight of her. Her breasts were bound tightly, a stark reminder of the armor she wore both physically and emotionally. They hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed, but Vi's whine of need was all the encouragement they needed. They leaned in and kissed the top of one breast, feeling her shiver beneath them.

Vi's hands gripped the reader's shoulders, her nails digging in as she arched her back, silently begging for more. The reader took the cue, their mouth moving to the other side to give it equal attention. Vi's breath hitched, her whimpers growing louder as the reader's kisses grew more insistent. They traced the edge of the binding with their tongue, teasing the sensitive skin beneath.

With trembling hands, the reader reached behind her, unhooking the bindings one by one. Vi's breath was hot against their neck, her gasps turning into moans as her breasts were finally released from their confinement. The reader's mouth found her nipple, suckling gently, eliciting a deep, throaty sound of pleasure from Vi. Her hips rocked against them, the friction building between them.

But as the pleasure grew, so did Vi's embarrassment. She had never been one to crave intimacy, to seek out the gentle touches and whispers of affection. She had always been the one to push people away, to hide behind her tough exterior. Yet here she was, straddling the reader, her bare chest exposed, begging for their touch. Her cheeks flushed red, and she felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her.

The reader must have noticed the change in her demeanor because they paused, their eyes searching hers. "What's wrong?" they asked, their voice low and filled with concern.

Vi looked away, her cheeks burning. "It's just..." she began, her voice trailing off. "I've never been... good at this." She felt vulnerable, exposed in a way she hadn't been in years. The weight of her past rejection and the fear of it happening again was almost too much to bear.

The reader pulled back slightly, their eyes searching hers. "What do you mean?"

Vi took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I'm usually the one in charge," she admitted, her voice shaky. "In... in every aspect of my life. I don't know how to be... submissive."

The reader leaned back, their expression thoughtful. "Vi," they said gently, "you don't have to be anyone but yourself with me." They placed a hand on her cheek, turning her face back towards them. "If you want to take the lead, I'm more than happy to follow."

Vi's eyes searched theirs, looking for any hint of deceit, but all she saw was understanding. "But... but what if I mess up?" she whispered, the fear of rejection still fresh in her mind.

The reader's smile grew, their eyes filled with warmth. "Vi, being submissive doesn't mean you're not in control," they explained gently. "You set the boundaries, you communicate your needs. It's about trusting me to take care of you, to give you what you want."

They paused, allowing her to process this new perspective. "When you're in this position, you're actually the one with the power," they continued, their voice low and soothing. "You're choosing to give it to me, to let me explore and adore you." They traced the line of her jaw with their thumb, their touch feather-light. "You're telling me where to touch you, how to make you feel good."

Vi's eyes searched theirs, the doubt slowly fading. She had never thought of it that way before. "But what if..." she began, but the reader silenced her with a kiss, their tongue gentle as it probed her mouth.

"Shh," they murmured, their breath warm against her lips. "Just feel, don't think." They leaned back, their eyes never leaving hers. "You tell me what you want, when you want it, how you want it. That's what makes you in control."

Vi's eyes searched the reader's, the doubt slowly lifting. The idea was foreign to her, but she found a strange comfort in the thought. "But what if..." she began again, but the reader's smile grew, silencing her fear

"What if you're a masochist?" Vi blurted out, the words escaping before she could stop them. The room grew quiet, and she felt her face heat up with embarrassment. But the reader's gaze remained steady, their eyes filled with understanding. "I... I like it when it hurts," she admitted, her voice a mere whisper. "And I need eye contact. It's like... it grounds me."

The reader's smile grew into a grin. "Well, I'd say we're even then," they quipped, trying to lighten the mood. "I guess that makes me a sadist in your book."

Vi couldn't help but chuckle, the tension in the room dissipating slightly. "I don't have a book," she replied, her cheeks still flushed. "But I do have some preferences."

The reader's smile grew more playful, their eyes never leaving hers as they leaned in closer. "Well, then," they murmured, "I guess we'll just have to explore those together."

With a gentle touch, the reader's hand wrapped around Vi's throat, their thumb resting lightly against her pulse point. Vi's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, her breath hitching as the pressure grew. The reader watched her closely, noting the way her pupils dilated and her cheeks grew even redder. They tightened their grip slightly, just enough to make her gasp.

Vi's hips rolled against them, her breath coming in short, erratic bursts. Her hands gripped the bedsheets, her knuckles white with tension. The reader's other hand moved to her mouth, their thumb stroking over her bottom lip. "You're so beautiful when you're like this," they murmured, their voice thick with desire.

Her eyes widened, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "I... I'm not," she protested, but the words were lost in a moan as the reader's hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her air just enough to make her squirm. She liked it when it hurt, when it felt like she couldn't take anymore, and yet she kept asking for more.

The reader chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a thrill down her spine. "You're such a brat," they murmured against her ear, their teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. "But you're not going to manipulate me with that little act."

Vi's eyes narrowed, a spark of challenge in them. "What if I want to?" she pouted, pushing herself up slightly to press her breasts against the reader's chest.

The reader's grip on her neck tightened for a brief second, but they didn't give in. "I said no," they replied firmly, their voice a low growl. "We do this on your terms, but not if you're trying to push my boundaries."

Vi's eyes narrowed, the challenge clear. "Fine," she murmured, her voice dripping with a mix of annoyance and need. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against the reader's skin. "But what if I want you to?"

The reader's smile grew, but their eyes remained firm. "Vi," they said, their voice low and steady. "We're going to do this my way, not yours. You want pain, I'll give you pain. But it's going to be on my terms, not because you're being a brat."

Vi's eyes flashed with defiance, but she could feel the heat building between them. "Fine," she murmured, leaning back slightly. "But you're going to regret it when I'm the one in control."

The reader's grin grew, their eyes glinting with excitement. "Is that a promise?" They didn't wait for an answer, their hand moving from her throat to cup her cheek. Their thumb traced the path of her tear stains, their gaze softening. "But right now, you need to tell me what's really going on in that head of yours."

Vi took a shaky breath, her heart racing. "I like it when it's... intense," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "When I'm... overstimulated." She felt the heat of embarrassment creeping up her neck as she admitted her desires. "And I like it when... when it's denied."

The reader's eyes searched hers, a hint of understanding dawned. They leaned in closer, their breath warm against her skin. "Denial, huh?" They whispered, the word hanging heavy with meaning. "I can work with that."

They kissed her again, their hand moving down to trace the waistband of her pants. Vi's hips jerked in anticipation, but the reader didn't touch her where she wanted them to. Instead, they moved their hand away, leaving her on the edge. "But first," they murmured against her lips, "I want to hear you beg for it."

Vi's eyes flashed with frustration, but she didn't protest. She knew this was part of the dance, the delicate balance of power and submission. "Please," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "I need you."

The reader's hand hovered just above her waistline, the heat of their skin teasing her. "Beg," they murmured, their voice low and commanding.

Vi's eyes searched the reader's, the desperation in her gaze clear. "Please," she whispered, her voice a mix of need and frustration. "Please, make me feel something."

The reader studied her for a long moment, their eyes filled with a mix of concern and desire. They knew that this was about more than just physical pleasure for Vi; it was about healing, about filling the void that Caitlyn had left. Slowly, they nodded, their hand moving to the button of her pants.

"I'll help you," they murmured, their voice thick with emotion. "But remember, you're in control. If it gets to be too much, or if you don't like something, tell me."

Vi just whines and nods fastly, her eyes pleading. She's desperate for release, for something to fill the emptiness Caitlyn left. The reader's hand slid down the zipper of her pants, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Vi's hips bucked upward, her need palpable. The reader's eyes never left hers as they slowly peeled back the fabric, revealing her black, lacy underwear.

But just as the reader's hand brushed against the fabric, something changed. Vi's body went rigid, and she pushed herself away with a sudden jolt, her eyes wide with confusion. The reader froze, their hand hovering just above her. "What's wrong?" they asked, their voice filled with concern.

Vi's hand flew to her jaw, her eyes glazed over with pain. "It's... it's nothing," she managed to say through gritted teeth, but the tremor in her voice gave her away. The reader could see the effort it took for her to hide her agony, and their heart ached for her.

They sat up, gently taking Vi's face in their hands, inspecting the bruise that Caitlyn's ring had left. "You're hurt," they said firmly, their voice filled with concern. "We can't do this if you're in pain."

Vi's eyes searched the reader's, her own filled with a mix of desperation and embarrassment. "I... I know," she stammered, her hand flying to her cheek. "It's just... it's been so long since someone has cared about me like this."

The reader's gaze softened, their grip on her jaw firm but gentle. "I'm not going anywhere," they assured her, their voice steady. "But we need to take care of this first." They carefully guided her to a nearby chair, the soft cushions a stark contrast to the cold, hard reality of the moment. "Sit," they instructed, their tone soothing.

Vi's eyes searched theirs, a silent plea for understanding. The reader could see the conflict within her, the need for comfort and the fear of vulnerability. They knelt before her, their eyes never leaving hers as they reached for the first aid kit on the nightstand. The room was quiet except for the sound of her labored breathing and the soft rustle of the medical supplies.

With gentle hands, the reader began to clean the bruise on Vi's cheek, their thumbs brushing away the tears that still clung to her lashes. Vi's eyes widened in surprise at the gesture, and she looked away, embarrassed. The reader leaned in closer, their eyes never leaving hers. "You don't have to be embarrassed with me, Vi," they murmured, their voice filled with warmth. "I'm here to take care of you."

Their touch was tender, almost reverent as they applied the cold compress to the bruise. Vi's body tensed at the initial contact, but she gradually relaxed into the soothing sensation. It was a stark contrast to the pain Caitlyn had inflicted, and she couldn't help but lean into it, seeking solace in the reader's care.

The reader's eyes never left hers as they worked, their gaze filled with a fierce protectiveness that made Vi's heart race. Despite the situation, she felt safe with them, as if she could finally let down her guard. But as the reality of their position set in—the reader kneeling before her, tending to her wounds—she felt a flush of embarrassment creep up her neck. It was a strange, vulnerable feeling, one she wasn't quite used to.

"It's okay," the reader assured her, their voice gentle as they applied the cold compress. "You're safe here." Vi's eyes grew misty, and she nodded, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. She had been so used to being the one in charge, the one who took care of everyone else, that she had forgotten what it was like to be cared for.

The reader's touch was soothing, but the stark reality of their position sent a jolt of embarrassment through Vi. Here she was, sitting in a chair with her pants undone, while the reader knelt before her, tending to her bruised cheek. It was a stark reminder of her vulnerability, a stark contrast to the power she usually wielded. She felt like she was losing control, like she was breaking apart at the seams.

Her eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but at the reader. The walls felt like they were closing in on her, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. The reader's eyes searched hers, a question in their gaze, but Vi couldn't bring herself to speak. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she'd break down completely, that all the pain and anger she'd been holding in would come flooding out.

The reader must have sensed her discomfort, because they leaned back slightly, their hands still hovering over her cheek. "Vi," they said softly, "you don't have to be embarrassed around me."

Vi's eyes snapped back to theirs, the embarrassment morphing into defiance. "Why not?" she spat, her voice tight with pain. "You're seeing me at my weakest, my most pathetic."

The reader's gaze never wavered, their expression filled with a quiet strength. "Because I see you as you are, Vi," they replied softly. "A survivor. Someone who's been through hell and come out the other side, stronger for it." They paused, their voice gentle but firm. "And if you can't be vulnerable with me, then who can you be vulnerable with?"

Vi's eyes searched the reader's, the words cutting through the fog of her emotions like a knife. It was true; she had always been the one to take care of others, to hide her own pain behind a wall of sarcasm and bravado. But here, with the reader, she felt... safe. "I'm just not used to it," she murmured, her voice cracking.

The reader's smile was gentle, understanding. "I know," they said, taking her hand in theirs. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what." They paused, their gaze never leaving hers. "I want to help you heal."

Vi's grip on the reader's hand tightened, the warmth of their skin grounding her. "But I don't know how," she admitted, her voice shaking. "I've never... I don't know how to be with someone without the games."

The reader's gaze was steady, filled with a gentle understanding that made Vi's chest ache. "We'll take it slow," they promised. "We'll figure it out together." They reached up and brushed a stray tear from her cheek, their touch feather-light. "But for now, let's just focus on making you feel better."

Vi nodded, her eyes dropping to the floor. The reader's words echoed in her mind, a reminder that she wasn't alone. But the thought of letting someone else take the reins was terrifying. She had always been the one to call the shots, the one who decided when and how she felt anything. But with Caitlyn's betrayal still fresh, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she needed someone to take care of her.

The reader stood up, their eyes never leaving Vi's. "Take off your clothes," they instructed, their voice firm but not unkind. Vi's eyes shot up to meet theirs, surprise and a hint of excitement flickering in their depths. They could see the wheels turning in her mind, the consideration of this newfound power dynamic.

With trembling hands, Vi began to unbuckle her pants, the leather whispering against her skin as she slid them down. The reader watched as she revealed herself, her black underwear clinging to her curves. They took a deep breath, their own desire growing. "Good," they murmured, their eyes traveling over her body. "Now get on the couch."

Vi's cheeks burned as she complied, her legs shaking slightly as she settled on the plush cushions. The reader sat down beside her, their gaze never leaving hers as they reached for her thighs. With a gentle but firm grip, they spread her legs apart, exposing her to their hungry gaze. Vi felt a thrill of excitement run through her, the anticipation building.

The reader leaned in, their warm breath ghosting over her sensitive skin. They kissed along the inside of her thigh, their hands cupping her hips as if to hold her in place. Vi's eyes fluttered closed, her body tensing in anticipation of their mouth on her. But instead of the expected contact, she felt the reader's fingertips trace light patterns on her stomach, moving closer and closer to her panties.

With a flick of their wrist, the fabric was pushed aside, exposing her already wet folds to the cool air. Vi's eyes snapped open, meeting the reader's hungry gaze. They didn't ask permission, they didn't need to; the way she was squirming, the desperate whimpers escaping her lips, told them all they needed to know. The reader's mouth descended, pressing soft kisses along the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs before finally reaching her center.

Vi's hips bucked upwards, seeking relief, but the reader held firm, their fingers digging into her hips as they held her in place. "Please," she whined, the word barely coherent as she writhed on the couch. "Please, I need..."

The reader looked up, their eyes meeting hers, a knowing smile playing on their lips. "Need what, Vi?" they murmured, their breath hot against her skin. "Tell me what you need."

Vi's eyes searched theirs, the desperation growing. "You," she moaned, her voice thick with want. "I need you to make me feel good."

The reader's smile grew, their eyes dark with lust. "You're going to have to be more specific than that," they said, their voice a low purr. "What do you want, Vi?"

Vi swallowed hard, her cheeks burning. She had never had to ask for what she wanted before, but she knew that if she didn't, she'd be denied. "Your... your mouth," she whispered, the words barely leaving her lips. "I want your mouth on me."

The reader's smile grew, their eyes darkening with lust. They leaned back, their own shirt disappearing over their head, revealing a lean, muscled torso that made Vi's stomach flip. They unbuckled their own pants, sliding them down to reveal their own desire. "And what do you want to do for me?" they asked, their voice low and teasing.

Vi's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, the anticipation growing. "I... I want to taste you," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "I want to make you feel good too."

The reader's eyes lit up, the challenge accepted. They laid down on the couch, their head between Vi's thighs, and she could feel their breath on her already sensitive skin. She mirrored their position, her own need driving her. Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, the heat from their skin melding together.

"Ready?" the reader murmured, their voice thick with anticipation. Vi nodded, her heart racing in her chest. This was it, the moment she had been craving, the moment she had been afraid to admit she needed.

The reader's tongue darted out, tracing the edges of her labia before delving into the warm, wet center of her. Vi's eyes rolled back, a moan escaping her lips. It was nothing like what Caitlyn had done—there was no roughness, no pain. Instead, it was gentle, almost reverent. The reader took their time, savoring every inch of her, their technique vastly different from the harsh, demanding touch she was used to.

Vi's hips bucked upwards, trying to force the reader's mouth closer, but they held firm, teasing her with feather-light kisses that had her panting and begging. It was a dance of wills, Vi's desperation clashing with the reader's patience. The reader knew she liked it rough, liked the pain, but they weren't going to give it to her, not yet. They were going to show her that there was more to intimacy than just the physical, that it could be about comfort and care.

Their tongue slid along her slit, the taste of her arousal making their mouth water. Vi's hands tangled in their hair, her nails digging in slightly as she tried to guide them, but the reader resisted, setting their own pace. They wanted to savor this moment, to show her that she could trust them, that they weren't going to hurt her.

The reader's tongue circled her clit, feeling it swell under their ministrations. Vi's breathing grew ragged, her body tightening with each pass. They knew she was close, but they didn't want it to end yet. They slid a finger inside her, feeling her quiver around them. Vi's eyes shot open, her pupils wide with shock and pleasure.

The reader's gaze held hers as they added a second finger, their thumb rubbing her clit in slow, deliberate circles. They watched as her eyelids grew heavy with lust, her mouth opening in a silent scream. She was so close, but they didn't want her to come yet. They wanted her to beg, to show that she truly craved this connection.

With a sudden burst of courage, Vi's hands tightened in the reader's hair, pulling them closer. "I want to ride your face," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. But even as she spoke the words, embarrassment flooded her cheeks, and she couldn't meet their eyes.

The reader looked up at her, their eyes filled with a mix of surprise and arousal. They didn't miss the vulnerability in her gaze, the way she was holding her breath, waiting for their response. "Vi," they murmured, their voice filled with understanding. "It's okay." They kissed her inner thigh gently. "Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

Vi took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "I... I want to ride your face," she said, her voice stronger this time, the words coming out with a hint of challenge. "But I... I'm embarrassed."

The reader's smile was gentle, their eyes filled with understanding. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about," they murmured, stroking her thigh. "You're beautiful, and I want you to feel good."

Vi took a shaky breath, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. She straddled the reader's face, her heart racing. The reader's hands found her hips, guiding her gently as she lowered herself down, their breath hot against her core. "Use me," they encouraged, their voice muffled.

Vi's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but the desperate need to feel something, anything, overrode her fear. She began to rock her hips, the reader's tongue sliding over her clit with each movement. The sensation was exquisite, a stark contrast to the pain Caitlyn had given her. It was as if she were reclaiming a part of herself that had been stolen, piece by delicious piece.

The reader's hands gripped her thighs tightly, their fingers digging into the flesh as they held her in place. Vi could feel her own muscles quivering with the effort to stay upright, but she didn't care. The pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming. The reader's eyes remained locked on hers, reading every expression, every twitch of her body like a map to her soul.

As Vi grew bolder, the reader's tongue grew more insistent, their movements more deliberate. They could feel her getting closer, her body tightening around their fingers. With a soft growl, they tugged her down, forcing her to take their entire mouth. Vi's eyes went wide, a gasp escaping her as she felt the reader's tongue press against her most sensitive spot, the pressure building until she couldn't hold back

anymore.

It was nothing like what Caitlyn had done to her. With Caitlyn, it had always been about the chase, the power play. The way she had used Vi's body, her pleasure merely a side effect of her own desires. But here, with the reader, it was different. It was as if the reader saw her, really saw her, and wanted to give her everything she had ever been denied.

Vi's hips began to move more erratically, her need spiraling out of control. The reader's grip tightened, their tongue swirling around her clit as if they had all the time in the world. And in that moment, Vi felt like they did. Like there was nothing else that mattered except for the connection between them.

Her movements grew more frantic, her body arching as she rode the reader's face, each stroke bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She didn't care if they could breathe; all that mattered was the feeling of their mouth on her, their tongue delving into her wetness, their fingers curling inside her. It was a symphony of sensations, a crescendo of pleasure that she had been craving for so long.

The reader's eyes remained locked on hers, their breathing shallow but steady as they took her weight, their mouth never leaving her. They could feel her muscles clenching around their fingers, the tremors growing stronger with each passing second. It was a heady feeling, to have someone so powerful, so fierce, at their mercy like this.

But as Vi's moans grew louder, the reader knew they had to be careful. They didn't want to push her too far, not when she was so fragile. They gently began to rub her thighs, trying to soothe her, their touch a stark contrast to the intensity of their earlier teasing. It was a silent reassurance that they were here, that she was safe.

Vi's body stiffened, her muscles tightening as she felt the first waves of orgasm crash over her. Her hips bucked wildly, and she couldn't hold back the scream that tore from her throat. The reader felt her clench around their fingers, her juices gushing onto their face in a sweet, sticky release. It was a powerful moment, one that filled them with a sense of awe and accomplishment.

The reader didn't flinch, didn't pull away, even as Vi's body quivered above them. They kept their mouth in place, lapping up every drop of her release, savoring the taste of her pleasure. Vi's eyes widened in shock as she realized what was happening, but the reader's gaze remained steady, filled with a gentle reassurance that she was safe.

Her orgasm went on for what felt like an eternity, each pulse sending a new wave of pleasure through her body. When it finally subsided, Vi collapsed against the reader's chest, panting heavily. The reader's arms wrapped around her, holding her close as she trembled with the aftershocks. "You're okay," they murmured, their voice a soothing rumble against her skin.

Vi nodded, her eyes still closed as she tried to regain control of her breathing. But as the reality of the moment set in, she jolted up, a desperate need to kiss the reader consuming her. Her movements were frantic, her mouth finding theirs with an urgency that took them by surprise. She kissed them as if she were trying to erase every other kiss she had ever had, as if she were trying to redefine what it meant to be alive.

The reader didn't question it, didn't pull away. Instead, they held her tighter, cradling her against their chest as they deepened the kiss. Their arms wrapped around her, providing a sense of security and warmth that she hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity. Their tongues danced together, exploring every inch of each other's mouths with a passion that left Vi feeling both dizzy and grounded.

They finally pulled apart, a string of saliva connecting them briefly before breaking, leaving a trail of stickiness on their lips. Vi's eyes searched the reader's, the desperation in her gaze unmistakable. She needed this, needed them, and she didn't know how to express it without scaring them away.

The reader seemed to understand without words, their expression softening as they cradled Vi's head against their chest. The steady beat of their heart was a soothing rhythm that echoed through her entire being, calming the storm that raged within. "You don't have to say it," they murmured, their voice a gentle rumble that vibrated through her body. "I'll wait for you to be ready."

Vi's eyes filled with tears as she listened to the reassuring words, the warmth of the reader's embrace enveloping her like a blanket. It had been so long since someone had offered her comfort without expecting anything in return. The weight of her own vulnerability was almost too much to bear, but the reader's arms around her made it feel a little lighter.

With a shaky breath, she pushed herself further into the reader, trying to disappear into the warmth and safety they provided. Her body melded against theirs, her breasts pressing into their chest, her legs wrapping around their waist. It was as if she were trying to become one with them, to lose herself in the embrace. The reader held her tighter, their hands stroking her back in gentle, soothing circles.

As Vi's breathing evened out, she felt the beginnings of sleep tugging at her consciousness. But before she could slip away, she heard the reader whisper something so faint it was almost inaudible. "I love you," the words barely registered in her foggy mind. Her eyes shot open, but she was too overwhelmed to react, too afraid of what this could mean. Instead, she lay there, listening to the steady beat of their heart, feeling the warmth of their breath on her neck.

Slowly, she became aware of the gentle throb in her chest, and she placed a hand over her heart, feeling the erratic rhythm beneath her fingertips. It was a feeling she had thought lost to her, a feeling that had been buried under layers of pain and anger. But here, in the reader's arms, it was as if the floodgates had opened, releasing a torrent of emotions she hadn't even realized she had been holding back.

Her eyes searched the reader's, looking for any sign of deceit, but all she found was sincerity. The reader's gaze was open, their eyes filled with a warmth that made her heart stutter. Vi leaned in closer, her cheek pressing against the reader's chest, listening to the steady thump of their heart. It was a reassuring sound, a promise that she wasn't alone in this tumultuous sea of feelings.

Slowly, she lifted her head, her eyes meeting theirs once again. The air between them was charged with a tension that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Without a word, she closed the distance, her mouth finding theirs in a kiss that was as gentle as it was fierce. It was an acknowledgment of their newfound bond, a silent promise to navigate this uncharted territory together.

Vi's hands roamed the reader's body, exploring the contours of their muscles, memorizing the feel of their skin. She didn't know how to express the tumult of emotions inside her, so she let her actions speak for her. The reader responded in kind, their own hands running along her spine, sending shivers down her body.

But as the reality of the situation sank in, Vi's movements grew erratic. Panic bubbled up in her chest as she realized she had forgotten to say those three little words back. Her heart hammered in her ears, and she pulled away, her eyes wide with fear. The reader looked at her, a flicker of confusion crossing their features.

Vi's mind raced, her thoughts a tangled web of doubt and insecurity. What if they didn't mean it? What if they had just said it in the heat of the moment? What if she had just ruined everything by not responding? The fear of rejection, the fear of being vulnerable, it all came rushing back, threatening to drown her.

The reader, however, remained calm, their eyes searching hers with a gentle curiosity. "Vi," they murmured, reaching up to cup her cheek. "It's okay."

But Vi was already spiraling, her thoughts racing as she tried to find the right words to express the chaos within her. "I'm sorry," she choked out, her voice thick with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry, I just—"

The reader's thumb brushed against her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "Sorry for what?" they asked, their tone gentle, their eyes searching hers for understanding. "For feeling something real?"

Vi's chest tightened, and she couldn't bring herself to speak. The fear of rejection was a beast she had faced many times before, but with the reader, it felt different. It was as if she had been handed a fragile treasure and was now fumbling with it, afraid of breaking it. "I... I didn't say it back," she managed to murmur, her voice barely above a whisper.

The reader's eyes searched hers, their expression filled with patience. "It's okay, Vi," they reassured her, their thumb still stroking her cheek. "You don't have to say it if you don't mean it."

Vi's chest tightened even further, the weight of the unspoken words a heavy burden. "But I do," she whispered, her eyes glistening with tears. "I just... I don't know how to."

The reader's eyes searched hers, the gentle stroking of her cheek never ceasing. "It's okay," they said again, their voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves. "You don't have to know right now. We'll figure it out together."

Vi's eyes widened as the words sank in. The reader wasn't pushing her away, wasn't rejecting her. They were giving her space, offering her the same patience and understanding she hadn't received from anyone else. It was a stark contrast to Caitlyn's demanding nature, a stark contrast to the painful games she had been accustomed to.

"You... you know?" she whispered, her voice shaking. "You know that I still have feelings for her?"

The reader nodded, their eyes never leaving hers. "It's okay, Vi," they murmured, their voice a soothing balm. "Caitlyn's... she's captivating. It's hard not to love someone like that."

Vi felt a strange mix of relief and guilt at the admission. It was as if the reader had peered into her soul and understood the tumultuous mess of emotions she had been trying to hide. "But I hurt you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "How can you... How can you still want this?"

The reader's eyes searched hers, their thumb still tenderly caressing her cheek. "Because I know you didn't mean to," they said gently. "And because, despite it all, I think there's something real between us. Something worth fighting for."

Vi stared at them, the weight of their words settling heavily in her chest. It was true that Caitlyn was hot, that there was a magnetic pull to the blonde enigma that had captured her heart and crushed it in the same breath. But here, in the reader's arms, she felt a warmth, a connection she hadn't felt in a long time. "You really don't mind?" she asked, her voice still shaky.

The reader's smile was gentle, their eyes filled with a warmth that seemed to chase away the shadows of doubt. "I mind that she hurt you," they said firmly. "But I don't mind that you have feelings for her. What I want is for you to love yourself more, Vi. And if, in time, you find that you love me too... well, that's just a bonus."

Vi couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from her chest, a sound that had been so foreign to her lately. "You're pretty charming," she said, her voice teasing despite the thickness of her emotions. "You think all you have to do is take care of me and I'll just fall for you?"

The reader grinned, their eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, it's not rocket science," they said, their tone playfully arrogant. "Feed you, keep you warm, make you feel good. It's a foolproof plan, really."

Vi couldn't help the giggle that escaped her, the sound music to the reader's ears. It was the first genuine laughter they had heard from her since they had found her in the shaft. "Is that your grand strategy?" she asked, her voice still a little shaky from the aftermath of her climax and the emotional turmoil that had followed.

The reader chuckled, their hands still stroking her back in gentle, soothing circles. "Well, your taste in women is questionable at best," they teased, their voice filled with affectionate warmth. "So, I figured if I could win you over with my charming personality, I'd be ahead of the game."

Vi couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. Despite the pain that still lingered from Caitlyn's betrayal, she found comfort in the reader's words, in the way they made her feel seen and valued. "Your ego's pretty inflated," she said, poking them lightly in the chest.

The reader's grin grew wider, their eyes dancing with amusement. "Hey," they said, their tone playfully defensive, "I've got the skills to back it up."

Vi rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smirk that tugged at her lips. Despite the raw vulnerability of their earlier conversation, the reader had managed to coax a bit of lightness into the room, something she hadn't felt in a long time. "Your charming personality and... what else?" she asked, her voice teasing.

The reader leaned back, their hands still playing gently with Vi's hair. "Well, let's just say I've had my fair share of... practice," they said with a knowing wink.

Vi's smile grew a bit sad at the mention of the brothel. She knew the reader's past, the countless faces and hands they had endured. "You don't have to tell me," she murmured, her heart aching for them.

But the reader only chuckled, their eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, but you see, that's where you're wrong," they said, their voice light and playful. "My time there wasn't all bad. It's where I learned all my... skills."

Vi's eyebrows shot up, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. "You're telling me you picked up a few tricks from the brothel?" she asked, her voice filled with skepticism.

The reader chuckled, a warm sound that seemed to fill the room. "Let's just say I had a very thorough education," they replied with a wink. "But what's important is that I'm here with you now, and I want to use what I know to make you happy."

Vi felt a pang of curiosity. "Who taught you?" she asked, her voice a whisper. The reader's expression grew more serious, a hint of sadness flitting across their features before it was replaced with a small, knowing smile.

"Sevika," they replied, the name rolling off their tongue like a secret shared only in the darkest of whispers. "She was... a mentor of sorts. Taught me the art of pleasure, the power of submission and control."

Vi felt a twinge of jealousy, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time. She had always prided herself on her independence, on not needing anyone else to be whole. But as she watched the way the reader spoke about Sevika, with a mix of admiration and something deeper, she couldn't help but feel a stab of something raw and uncomfortable. It was as if she were peering into a part of the reader's life that she hadn't been allowed to see before, a part that was filled with passion and pain, a part that she hadn't been a part of.

The reader must have noticed the shift in her expression because their eyes searched hers, their smile fading slightly. "What's wrong?" they asked, their voice gentle.

Vi took a deep breath, trying to push the jealousy down. "It's just... Sevika," she murmured, her eyes dropping to the floor. "Everyone knows about her. The way she... taught you."

The reader's smile softened, their eyes searching hers. "Vi," they said gently, "you know I'm here with you now, right?"

Vi nodded, trying to keep the jealousy at bay. It wasn't fair to compare herself to Sevika, not when she knew so little about what had really gone on between them. But it was hard to ignore the way everyone talked about her, the way their eyes lit up when they spoke her name. She was the ultimate seductress, the queen of the underground. And now, Vi was in the reader's arms, feeling the same passion, the same power that she had taught them

The reader's thumb traced small circles on her cheek, bringing her back to the present. "Vi," they said softly, "it's okay. I'm here with you now."

But Vi's mind was still racing with thoughts of Sevika, of the power dynamics she had introduced to the reader's life. It was a world she didn't fully understand, a world that was as alluring as it was terrifying. "But you learned all this from her," she murmured, her voice tight with jealousy. "How can I compare?"

The reader's eyes searched hers, a flicker of understanding crossing their features. "You don't have to compare," they said, their voice firm but gentle. "What I had with her was different. It was about survival, about finding a place in a world that didn't want us. What we have is about choice, about finding each other in the chaos."

Vi's eyes searched the reader's, looking for any sign of deceit, but all she found was sincerity. She took a deep breath, trying to push the jealousy down. "But she was so powerful," she whispered. "And you... you're so..."

The reader's eyes twinkled with amusement as they leaned in closer, whispering against her ear, "And yet, I can assure you, there were times when even the mighty Sevika was on her knees, begging for more."

Vi's eyes widened with surprise, and she pulled back to look at them. "What? You... you dominated her?" she asked, her voice a mix of shock and disbelief.

The reader's grin grew, their eyes dancing with mischief. "Well, it's not like I went in there to be dominated," they said with a wink. "But let's just say, I learned a thing or

two."

Vi's eyes narrowed playfully, and she couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from her chest. It was such a ludicrous thought, Sevika, the woman who had ruled the underground with an iron fist, begging for anything. "You're full of surprises," she said, her voice filled with warmth.

The reader's smile grew softer, their eyes never leaving hers. "Only for you, Vi," they murmured, their voice dropping to a whisper. "Only for you."

Vi's eyes searched theirs for a moment longer before she finally nodded, the last of her resistance crumbling. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But just for tonight."

The reader's smile grew softer, and they shifted their position, moving behind her to spoon her. Vi felt their warmth against her back, the gentle pressure of their body a comfort she hadn't known she needed. They wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, and she couldn't help but lean into them, feeling their warmth seep into her very bones.

For a while, they lay there in silence, the only sounds in the room the steady rhythm of their breathing and the occasional crackle of the fire. It was a peacefulness that Vi hadn't experienced in what felt like an eternity. But as the minutes ticked by, her mind began to wander, thoughts of Caitlyn and Sevika swirling together like a tornado of doubt and inadequacy.

Finally, when she was sure that the silence had stretched on for long enough that the question wouldn't seem out of place, she spoke up, her voice a tentative whisper. "Teach me," she said, her heart racing in anticipation of the reader's reaction. "Teach me everything you learned from Sevika."

The reader's body tensed for a moment before they relaxed, their breathing evening out. "What do you mean?" they asked, their tone a careful blend of curiosity and hes

itation.

Vi took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the reader's embrace enveloping her. "I want to learn everything you know," she whispered, turning in their arms to face them. "I want to be better than her."

The reader's eyes searched hers, the flicker of understanding giving way to a soft smile. They knew the depth of Vi's pain, the need to reclaim her power in the wake of Caitlyn's betrayal. "Vi," they said gently, "you don't have to be anyone but yourself."

Vi's gaze was unyielding, her determination palpable. "Please," she begged, her voice a tremble of hope. "I need this. To prove to myself that I can be more, that I can make you feel more."

The reader's eyes searched hers for a moment, their expression a blend of admiration and concern. "Vi," they said, their voice a soft caress. "You already make me feel everything. You don't need to be like Sevika to be amazing."

Vi's eyes searched the reader's, her heart racing with anticipation. "But I want to be more," she insisted, her voice a whisper. "I want to make you feel things she never could."

The reader's smile grew, their eyes filled with warmth. "Vi, you already do," they murmured, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "What we have is special because it's between us, not because of what I had with Sevika."

Vi took a deep breath, the scent of the reader's skin filling her nostrils. "But I want to know," she persisted, her voice a mix of desperation and curiosity. "I want to be the one who makes you feel good."

The reader's smile grew a bit sad as they leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Vi's cheek. "You already do, sweetheart," they murmured. "Every time you laugh, every time you smile, it's like the sun coming out from behind the clouds."

Vi's eyes searched theirs, the doubt still lingering. "But I don't know how to do what you do," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to make you feel the way you make me feel."

The reader's smile grew a bit sad as they tightened their hold around her. "You already do, Vi," they murmured. "Every time you laugh, every time you're in my arms, it's like the sun coming out from behind the clouds."

Vi felt a warmth spread through her chest at their words, but the doubt was still there, a persistent whisper in the back of her mind. "But I want to be the one who makes you feel good," she said, her voice a mix of desperation and curiosity. "Teach me what she taught you."

The reader's expression grew serious as they studied her, their thumb still tracing gentle circles on her arm. "Vi," they said, their voice firm but gentle, "I'm with you because I want to be, not because I have to be."

Vi's eyes searched theirs, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but all she found was truth. "But what if I'm not enough?" she whispered, the fear of inadequacy rearing its ugly head once again.

The reader leaned in, their eyes filled with warmth and patience. "You're more than enough," they said, their voice steady and firm. "But if it's what you truly want, I'll show you."

Vi felt a surge of excitement at the offer, and she nodded eagerly. "Yes," she breathed, her eyes shining with anticipation. "Please."

The reader leaned in closer, their gaze searching hers for any sign of hesitation before they spoke. "Vi," they said, their voice a warm caress, "you know this isn't about replacing what you had with Caitlyn. It's about finding something new with me

Vi nodded, the understanding sinking in. "I know," she murmured, her eyes never leaving the reader's. "I just... I want to learn."

The reader studied her for a moment longer before a slow smile spread across their face. "Alright," they said, their voice filled with mischief. "But remember, this is all about what makes you feel good, not about replacing anyone."

They sat up and scooped Vi into their arms, her eyes widening in surprise at the sudden movement. She wrapped her arms around their neck, her legs around their waist, as they stood from the bed. "You're sure you're okay with this?" they asked, their eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt.

Vi nodded, her heart racing with excitement and nerves. "I trust you," she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

The reader's smile grew, their eyes filled with affection. "Then let's start with something simple," they said, setting her down gently. They took her hand and led her to the center of the room, the soft light from the fireplace casting a warm glow on their faces. "Just follow my lead," they instructed, "and tell me if anything feels uncomfortable."

Vi nodded, her heart racing as she took a deep breath. She could feel the reader's warmth, the gentle squeeze of their hand in hers, and she knew she was safe. "Okay," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

The reader stepped closer, their eyes never leaving hers. "Ready?" they asked, a hint of excitement in their voice.

Vi nodded, her breath hitching in anticipation. The reader leaned down, their arms wrapping around her waist, and with a gentle heave, they lifted her into the air. She gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping around their shoulders, her arms clutching at their neck for balance. The world spun around them as the reader carried her back to the bed, a thrill racing through her veins.

They set her down gently, the soft mattress giving way beneath her. The reader hovered over her, their eyes searching hers for any sign of discomfort. "Is this okay?" they asked, their voice a gentle whisper.

Vi nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Yes," she breathed, her legs already parted slightly in invitation.

The reader's smile grew as they settled between her thighs, their eyes never leaving hers. "Good," they murmured, placing their hands on her hips. "Now, just like this," they instructed, demonstrating with their own body how to rock against hers.

Vi's eyes grew wide as she watched, her breathing growing heavier as she felt the heat between them. "Like this?" she asked, her voice tentative as she mimicked their movements.

The reader nodded, their smile encouraging. "Exactly," they murmured, their hands guiding hers. "Just like that."

Vi felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she watched the reader's hips move in a slow, sensuous rhythm against hers. It was mesmerizing, the way they moved with such ease and confidence. She tried to mimic their movements, her own hips tentatively rocking against the reader's. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant. The warmth between them grew, and she couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips as she felt the friction build.

The reader leaned in closer, their breath hot against her ear as they whispered encouragement. "That's it," they murmured. "Just feel the moment, let your body guide you." Their voice was a soothing balm, calming the nerves that had taken root in her belly.

Vi felt their hands slide up her thighs, guiding her legs apart. She gasped as the reader's strong arms lifted one of her legs, draping it over their shoulder. The new angle was surprising, a fresh wave of sensation washing over her as their hips pressed closer to hers. She could feel the heat of their arousal, the warmth of their skin, the promise of what was to come.

Their eyes searched hers, making sure she was okay before they began to move. Vi nodded, her breath coming in shallow pants as she watched their hips rock against her. It was an intimate dance, one she had never shared with anyone before. The reader's movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust sending a bolt of pleasure through her.

With a gentle nudge, the reader lifted one of Vi's legs, placing it on their shoulder. The new angle was surprising, and she gasped as she felt their body press closer to hers, their warmth enveloping her. She could feel the dampness between her legs, the evidence of her arousal. The act was simple, yet it spoke volumes about the trust and vulnerability they were building together.

The reader's eyes searched hers, a silent question in their gaze. Vi nodded, her cheeks flushing as she gave her consent. The reader began to rock their hips against hers, the friction creating a delicious sensation that made her toes curl. They moved with a patience that she hadn't expected, taking their time to explore the new position, ensuring she was comfortable with each movement.

Vi felt the heat pooling in her belly, a delicious ache that grew with each gentle collision. She watched the reader's face, the way their eyes closed in concentration, the way their breath grew ragged. It was like watching a master craftsman at work, their movements precise and deliberate, designed to elicit the most exquisite pleasure.

The reader began to increase their rhythm, their hips moving faster against hers. Vi could feel the pressure building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her. She gripped the bedsheets, her knuckles white with the effort to stay still, to let the reader control the pace.

"Good girl," the reader murmured, their breath hot against her skin. "You're doing so well."

Vi felt a shiver run through her body at the praise, her eyes fluttering closed as she tried to focus on the sensations. It was strange, feeling so vulnerable and yet so empowered at the same time. She knew she was holding back, her body tensing with the effort to keep from letting go too soon.

The reader's voice was a gentle rumble against her skin, their praise washing over her like a warm embrace. "That's it," they murmured, their hips moving faster now, the pressure building. "You're doing so well, Vi. Just let go."

Vi's eyes flew open, meeting the reader's gaze. "I just want to be good for you," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

The reader's smile grew, their eyes filled with affection. "You already are, Vi," they murmured, their voice a gentle caress. "You're so strong, so brave, and so beautiful."

Vi felt her chest swell with pride at the praise. "But I want to be good for you," she repeated, her voice a whimper of need.

The reader leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. "You are, Vi," they whispered against her mouth. "Every time you let me in, every time you trust me with your body, you're giving me more than I could ever ask for."

Vi's eyes searched theirs, looking for any sign of deceit, but all she found was truth. "But I want to be more than just good," she whispered, her voice tight with need. "I want to be amazing for you."

The reader's smile grew, their eyes never leaving hers. "Vi," they said gently, "you already are amazing. You're a good girl, holding back, asking for what you need."

With those words, the reader leaned in, their lips brushing against the shell of her ear before moving down the side of her neck. Vi's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt the warmth of their mouth against her sensitive skin. They kissed a slow trail down to her collarbone, each caress sending shivers down her spine.

"Good girls get rewards," the reader murmured against her skin, their voice a seductive purr that sent a thrill through Vi's body. She felt their breath, hot and tantalizing, as they whispered sweet nothings that seemed to unlock parts of her she didn't even know existed.

Their kisses grew more insistent, moving from behind her ears to her neck, tracing a fiery path down to her collarbone. Vi's eyes fluttered closed, her body arching into the reader's touch. She had never felt so cherished, so desired. It was intoxicating, a heady cocktail of power and submission that she hadn't realized she craved until now.

"You're such a good girl," the reader murmured against her skin, their voice a warm caress. "So good for me."

Vi's eyes shot open, the words like a spark in a dry field. She felt the pressure building, her body tightening like a coil ready to spring. The reader's praise was like a gentle push, urging her over the edge. "Oh god," she gasped, her nails digging into the reader's shoulders. "I'm... I'm going to..."

"That's it," the reader whispered, their voice a soothing balm. "Come for me, Vi. Let go and be my bitch “

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, Vi's eyes widened. Then she heard the laughter in the reader's voice, the playfulness that belied the power of their words. "Your bitch?" she asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

The reader grinned, their teeth flashing white in the dim light. "Only if you want to be," they teased, their hips still moving in a delicious rhythm against hers.

Vi felt a bubble of laughter rise in her chest, the tension dissipating in the face of their playfulness. "Is that what this is all about?" she asked, her voice a mix of amusement and incredulity.

The reader leaned back, their eyes sparkling with mirth. "Well, it's definitely a perk," they said, their smile playful. "But it's more about finding what feels good for both of us."

Vi couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up, the tension in the room dissipating like a popped balloon. "I think I can handle that," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and relief.

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