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“So fucking pretty.”
I stare down at those pretty eyes, run my fingers along the seam of that soft mouth. They stay there for a second, just touching, not pressing, while my gaze travels down Violet’s naked body to where she’s got her legs open on the bed. Nice and spread, convenient and fuckable like I told her to be.
“What a good girl.”
Possessively I drag my hand down her body, as slow as possible so I can palm my favorite parts of her at my leisure. Her fingers twitch against my knee like she wants to touch, but she won’t. She’ll keep her hands to herself because I told her to.
“Obedient, pretty little thing.”
I pause my exploring touch right at the base of her belly, and tilt my head down to look in her eyes. My hand splays out flat there, slides a little farther down so it’s just my two middle fingers running over the gentle curve of her pussy, stopping right before I get to her clit.
“Open.”
Violet blinks, perhaps unsure what I want, so she does both just in case: she opens her mouth for me and spreads her knees back a little wider, holding them there. I meant her mouth, but both works. My middle fingers slide through her wetness in two places, penetrating her slowly. One set of fingers experiences the soft, hesitant motion of her tongue, and the other set curls upwards to rock gently against her g-spot.
“Such a wet little baby.”
I haven’t removed a single piece of my clothing, because this isn’t for me. This is Violet’s time to be relaxed and comfortable, because she’s been feeling out of control lately, and she wanted me to take over for a while. She needs me to help her feel safe and cared for and seen, and my job is to force her to feel those things, even if it means breaking through her mind’s instinctive resistance.
“Wet,” I tell her gently, “that’s all you are, isn’t it? A soft, wet little thing, rarely handled the way you’re supposed to be. Because being touched and kissed and fucked are the only things that make sense to a wet thing like you, aren’t they?”
She whimpers around my fingers, eyes fluttering in agreement. I press them in deeper, wrapping my thumb around her jaw to keep them in place while I continue grinding my other hand in her pussy. She’s so safe here on my bed. There’s not a thing that can hurt her, and I certainly won’t.
I turn my head and look over at Liam, who’s slumped in a chair by the door, slowly palming himself over his pants. He’s here for the same reasons I am, to help Violet feel safe and cared for and seen. And I can tell by how wet she got before I even touched her that she definitely feels seen with him here, silently watching from across the room.
Violet’s body tenses under my hands, and I drop my gaze back down to her face. She’s got her eyes shut, chin raised like she’s dealing with something internal.
“Does baby need to cum?” I ask softly.
She slides her eyes open and looks up at me all pretty, makes a little sound of affirmation around my fingers.
“Okay, baby.” I whisper, moving my fingers to slowly fuck her mouth, gentle enough that she won’t gag on them, so she’ll just have something nice to focus on while she cums.
My other fingers slide out to stroke tight circles over her clit, making sure it’s all nice and wet and comfortable for her, because she deserves to be tended to like this. She deserves to have that pretty little clit rubbed for as long as she needs, to not have a single thought past letting herself be pretty and submissive and wet for me. Wet little things just need help cumming sometimes.
Lightning crashes and Violet gasps around my fingers with the beginning of her orgasm, my knuckles scraping against a molar when she loses a grip on herself. I don’t care, I just keep stroking that swollen little clit and make soothing noises in my throat, wordlessly letting her know that it’s okay. It’s safe to cum here in my bed, I’ll take care of her.
“Aww, baby cums so pretty, doesn’t she?”
She’s shuddering through the last of it, and I slide my fingers back inside her, right back to where they were before, thrusting upwards.
“Show me those eyes, pretty girl.”
Violet flutters her eyes open, trying to swallow around my fingers. I know she probably wants a second to wipe this drool up, but that would mean having to take care of herself, and that’s my job right now. I lower my face to lick across her cheek, lazily cleaning her mess and kissing her lovely skin in between.
“What a good girl, letting me take care of you. Staying so soft and relaxed for me.” I straighten back up and survey her body, the way she’s shifted slightly from her orgasm. Then I swing my attention back to her face, never removing my eyes from hers to ask, “How’s she doing, Liam?”
His voice is rough and low, replying, “Poor little thing needs to cum a few more times, I think.”
“Yeah?” I stare down at her flushed cheeks and soft, trusting eyes and murmur, “I think he’s right. I think baby needs to keep cumming until everything feels all better.”
I drag my fingers out of her cunt and begin to massage her clit again, a delicate touch, just enough to get her arousal inching back up where I want it.
“Why don’t you open your legs a little more, baby, so Liam can see how pretty you look?”
She swallows again around my fingers and draws her knees back up where they were before, holds my eyes while I run my fingertips down her slick vulva and spread it open slightly.
“Aww, look at you pretty girl,” Liam purrs. “Are you gonna keep cumming for us, sweetheart?”
Oh, she likes that. She starts trembling again when I rub a finger up and down her clit, staying nice and spread for Liam to see. I give her a little more pressure, patiently waiting for that telltale lightning, the reason I can’t endure a thunderstorm these days without getting bricked up.
“That’s it, baby. Stay nice and relaxed, just like that.” I start fucking her mouth again and murmur, “Breathe for me.”
She closes her eyes and obediently takes one deep breath through nose, and then another, then a stuttered half-breath, and—
I smile to myself as her head arches back.
This orgasm is loud. Loud outside my window, loud around my fingers. Her tongue presses tightly to my knuckles as she groans through it, cumming in long, slow waves that have her feet planting on the bed to grind into my hand.
“Shhh,” I tell her, sending shadows to wrap around her legs and put her back in place. “None of that.”
Violet looks pitifully up at me, with her cheek a mess of drool, and dampness gathered in her lashes. I ease my fingers out of her mouth slightly, enough that she blinks a sort of ‘thank you,’ and I feel her thighs go loose under my shadows’ grip.
“It’s okay,” I remind her, carefully licking across her cheek all the way down to her ear. “You’re safe. You don’t have to worry about anything right now, just focus on my fingers.”
One of her fingertips runs across the front of my knee, a gesture of acceptance. An apology, maybe. Not that I need one.
“I’m going to fuck you harder, now. Don’t try to cum, just keep your legs open and suck my fingers.”
Liam’s chair makes a quiet scooting sound as he adjusts himself in it, but I don’t look up. I trust him.
Part of me wants to kiss away the dampness on her lashes, but she looks extra pretty with it, so I don’t. I just push both sets of fingers deep inside, and press up tight against her g-spot while I fuck her.
It’s harder for her to stay relaxed, I can tell. She’s fighting the automatic way her muscles want to clench, tensing through every exhale and relaxing at every inhale.
“I think she’s a little sensitive,” Liam says smoothly.
“Yeah? Is baby feeling all sensitive?”
She blinks up at me, making a cute little sound in her throat while she sucks my motionless fingers hooked in her mouth.
“Aww, I know. I know it’s a lot for you. She’s taking it so good, though, isn’t she?”
“Such a good girl,” Liam agrees, and I know his eyes are fastened to the way I’m fucking her wet cunt with my hand. “Keeping her legs up all nice like that.”
Violet raises her knees an inch higher, and that makes us both chuckle a little.
I mark the moment she stops breathing, when her body tightens up in concentration, and my fingers slow inside her. “Nuh uh, you gotta breathe, baby. If you want to cum, you have to breathe.”
There’s a little whine, but I fix that by fucking my fingers in to her mouth and she settles back into the buildup, breathing steadily in and out.
“That’s it. See? It’s easy. Just breathe and look at me.”
It’s obvious that between breathing, sucking, and keeping her legs open, she can’t process anything else. She has no choice but to cum when her body is ready, just accept the timing as something she can’t control. She doesn’t need to try.
“Oh, she’s cumming,” Liam says softly, and he’s right. Violet starts to contract around my fingers even before that first bolt of lightning hits, and she’s breathing through it so good I can’t help but smile.
Her eyes close, but that’s alright. Wet little babies can’t do everything at once, no matter how hard they try. Those soft thighs shake on the bed as it powers through her, dragging out longer than the first two. It’s a good one.
“Baby likes getting fucked, doesn’t she?”
She makes a weak, “mhmm,” melting back onto the bed when I finally slide my fingers out to gently pet her clit.
“Are you done,” I ask into her mind, “or do you want more?”
“Done,” she says back, her mental voice breathless. “But if you want to put it in while we cuddle, I might cum again. After Liam leaves.”
“Okay, baby,” I whisper, pulling my fingers out of her mouth to lick away her spit one last time, and then kiss her gently.
I hear the door open and quickly close, and Violet’s fingers are weakly pulling at the ties of my pants, trying to be helpful, the sweet little thing. I’m definitely going to enjoy this last orgasm, with her wrapped in my arms, cumming just for me.