Unspoken Rules
The silence that followed Sevika’s punishment was deafening, broken only by the shaky breaths of Vi. She attempted to get off Sevika’s lap, but that only earned another smack. The other women watched, their eyes wide. This display was routine for them, part of the unspoken rules of being in Sevika’s orbit.
Sevika leaned back in her seat, her mechanical hand resting lazily on Vi’s back as she amusedly surveyed the girl. With a low, husky chuckle, she grabbed the redhead, who had ended up by Sevika’s side as she dealt with Vi, by the chin with her mechanical hand, tilting her face up to meet her gaze. The girl gasped softly, her lips parting in anticipation, but Sevika's kiss was far from tender.
It was rough, hungry, primal. Their lips collided with an audible smack, Sevika’s grip firm and unrelenting as the girl squirmed under her control. Their sharp breaths and the wet heat of their kiss filled the surrounding silence.
Vi had a front-row view. Her body still ached, her breathing uneven as she tilted her neck awkwardly to watch them. Sevika’s free hand still gripped her ass, her touch rough and possessive. Vi swallowed hard, her throat dry as she forced herself to hold Sevika’s gaze when the older woman finally pulled away from the redhead.
Sevika turned her attention to Vi, her gunmetal eyes flickering with dark amusement. Her smile was sharp and wicked, and her voice came out slow and deliberate.
“Don’t stare too hard, little wolf,” she murmured, her tone dripping with malice. “You might actually learn something.” As she spoke, her hand slipped off Vi’s ass.
Vi felt a spark of anger flare in her chest, but her body betrayed her. She stood shakily, Sevika’s grip releasing her with no resistance, and awkwardly scooted past the other women to return to her seat beside Caitlyn. The moment she sat, a visible wince escaped her and a soft whimper she couldn’t suppress.
Sevika chuckled softly at the sound, her delight evident.
Caitlyn’s hand immediately found Vi’s arm, her touch grounding as she leaned in close. Her face was stricken with worry, her eyes searching Vi’s for any sign of reassurance. “Vi, we should go,” she whispered urgently, her voice anxious. “This isn’t what we signed up for. Look at you. Look at this. We can’t stay. Let’s leave while we still can. We can try this again later.”
Vi’s chest heaved as she tried to steady her breath. She met Caitlyn’s concerned gaze, and for a moment, she wavered. She could see the genuine fear etched into Caitlyn’s face, and it clawed at her resolve. But Vi’s pride and determination outweighed her uncertainty.
“No,” she whispered firmly, her voice cutting through Caitlyn’s words. Her body felt bruised and broken, but her mind was set. “We came here for a reason. I’m not leaving until I get Sevika out of this party alone.” Her lips pressed into a thin line as she added, “I know what I’m doing.” She lied.
Caitlyn’s expression twisted, frustration and fear battling for dominance. “Vi,” she snapped, her voice trembling, “this is insane. Look at what just happened. I’m not sticking around to get hurt.”
Vi opened her mouth to protest, but Caitlyn pulled her hand away, her face hardening as she stood abruptly.
“I’m leaving,” Caitlyn said sharply, her voice shaking with anger and fear. “I’ll wait outside. If you want to risk yourself, fine. But I won’t be a part of this.”
Before Vi could respond, Caitlyn disappeared into the crowd, her figure swallowed by the dim light and shifting shadows. Vi’s chest tightened as she watched her go, her stomach twisting with uncertainty but she did not follow.
Sevika had been watching the exchange closely; her body was relaxed, but her gaze was sharp. She let them have their whispered conversation, not caring enough to listen in. She leaned forward slightly, her lips curling into a smirk as she addressed Vi.
“Aw, I’m sorry little wolf” she purred, her voice smooth and mocking. “Did I upset your little Wifey? Was she jealous that you ended up over my lap and she didn't?”
Vi didn’t respond. She tried to ignore the older woman, her jaw tightening as she attempted to calm her racing thoughts. But Sevika’s presence was like a shadow, looming over her, suffocating and unrelenting.
Her eyes flicked to a glass of amber liquid offered by one of the workers. The golden hue of the whiskey caught the light, promising warmth and relief. Desperate for a distraction, Vi reached for it, her fingers curling around the glass.
She brought it toward her lips.
But before she could take a sip, Sevika’s hand shot across the table, snatching the glass from her grasp swiftly.
“No,” Sevika hissed, her voice cold and final. Her gray eyes narrowed as she leaned over the table. “You don’t get to drink unless I say so.”
The worker froze, unsure whether to intervene, but a sharp glance from Sevika sent them retreating quickly into the shadows.
Vi’s breath hitched, her anger flaring as her body tensed as she watched Sevika take a swig. “Look, I didn’t—”
Sevika didn’t let her finish.
Sevika closed the distance between them, her lips crashing against Vi’s in a kiss that was as sharp as unexpected. Vi froze, her body going rigid as Sevika overwhelmed her. The kiss was harsh and unyielding, full of power and control, swallowing Vi’s protests before they could form.
Sevika’s gloved hand grabbed Vi’s jaw, forcing it open as she poured the whiskey into her mouth. Vi’s eyes widened in shock, and she choked slightly, swallowing all she could as the burn of the alcohol spread through her throat.
Sevika’s hand shifted, her fingers tangling roughly in Vi’s hair. She tugged hard, eliciting a soft, involuntary noise from Vi’s lips. The sound made her flush with embarrassment, and Sevika’s wicked grin only widened.
Vi’s breaths came in short, shallow gasps when the kiss finally broke. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slick with whiskey and Sevika’s spit.
Vi’s chest heaved as she tried to regain her composure. Her pride and anger warred within her, clawing at her as she met Sevika’s gaze.
“What the hell is your problem?” she managed, her voice shaky but laced with defiance.
Sevika chuckled, her laugh low and mocking as she raised the glass toward her lips, taking a long sip. One that Vi was half hoping would be shared again. She studied Vi for a long moment, her gaze lingering like a predator sizing up its prey.
Her smile was cruel as she leaned back, “My problem?” she repeated, her tone teasing. “I don’t have a problem.”
“You’re lucky I let you drink at all,” Sevika continued, swirling the golden liquid in her glass. Her tone was calm, almost conversational. She made herself comfortable, taking her time with the moment, letting the aroma of whiskey curl around her before raising the glass to her lips.
“Enjoy it, little wolf,” she murmured, her gunmetal eyes glinting with amusement. “Because that’s all you’re getting.”
Vi glared but said nothing, biting back her frustration. She wasn’t going to give Sevika the satisfaction of a reaction. But the older woman wasn’t paying attention to her anymore. Her focus shifted, her gaze settling on another figure quietly restrained nearby. A woman bound and gagged, her trembling form only now catching Vi’s attention.
Sevika’s hand slipped under the ropes with practiced ease, dragging the girl toward her with a rough tug. She toyed with the bound woman for what felt like an eternity, her gloved fingers brushing against her skin, her teeth occasionally grazing her exposed neck. The other women fawned over Sevika as though this display of power was their entertainment for the night.
Vi leaned back slightly, her wolf mask shadowing her expression as she watched, her mind swirling. Sevika was unapologetically cruel, biting into the woman’s shoulder hard enough to leave deep marks that would likely bruise. The muffled whimpers the girl let out didn’t seem to deter her.
It gave Vi a moment to think—a rare occurrence for her.
Her heart still pounded, but it wasn’t just fear anymore. It was something far more dangerous: calculated confidence. Sevika was a challenge, one she couldn’t resist testing. The thrill of pushing her limits, of stepping into the lion’s den, was intoxicating in its own right.
But it wasn’t just a strategy. Vi knew the truth. She wasn’t just playing Sevika’s game. She wanted to win it. Somehow, in her mind, she thought she could outmaneuver Sevika, take control, and walk away from the dominant one. It was reckless and stupid, but it was all she had. Plus, if she backed down now, she’d seem like a coward toward Caitlyn.
With newfound resolve, Vi forced herself into action. One of the women, who had just finished lighting the cigar dangling from Sevika’s lips, lingered too long, laughing softly at something Sevika murmured. Vi moved through the booth, placing a firm hand on the girl’s shoulder to push her aside. The woman fell back, landing on the plush seat of the booth, her eyes narrowing as Vi slid into the space next to Sevika with practiced ease.
Sevika hummed in amusement at the boldness of the gesture, her cigar hanging loosely from her lips. Her eyes glinted with approval as she watched Vi claim her spot. She liked it when her playthings fought over her. It was… entertaining.
The displaced woman was less amused. She reached out, grabbing a fistful of Vi’s hair to drag her away. But before she could pull, Vi’s body turned sharply, and her elbow connected with the woman’s nose in a sickening crunch.
Blood dripped onto the floor as the woman stumbled back and out of the booth, clutching her face. Her mask had cracked down the center, and tears streamed down her cheeks. No one intervened. The workers didn’t spare her a glance; Sevika’s reputation for drawing blood was well known, and the assumption was clear—this was just another casualty of her games.
Sevika watched the exchange with a delighted glint in her eyes, leaning back in her seat as a low chuckle rumbled from her chest. The little wolf was quickly becoming her favorite plaything of the evening.
Vi turned back toward Sevika, the sound of her chuckle sending an unexpected rush of heat through her chest. For reasons she didn’t want to examine, the faint approval in that noise made her feel… proud.
“You know,” Sevika purred, flashing a sly smile as she took a drag from her cigar, “you could’ve just asked if you wanted to sit next to me.” Her voice dropped to a low rumble, heavy with implication. “I would’ve made room for you on my lap, little wolf.”
She exhaled the smoke slowly, blowing it directly into Vi’s face.
Vi suppressed a cough, her chest tightening as the smoke curled around her. She held Sevika’s gaze for a long moment before speaking, her voice soft and teasing.
“Is there still room for me on your lap, then?” she cooed, one hand sliding onto Sevika’s leather-clad thigh. The heat of her touch was undeniable, even through the material, and Vi could feel the powerful muscle beneath it.
Sevika didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned back, her stance widening ever so slightly in invitation.
Vi climbed onto Sevika’s lap, straddling her with deliberate slowness. The closeness brought their faces level, Vi’s hands slipping around Sevika’s neck as she settled into place. Her fingers twitched with the temptation to pull Sevika into a chokehold but thought better of it. This wasn’t the moment.
Sevika took another drag from her cigar, exhaling the smoke into Vi’s face again. She let the cigar hang from her lips, freeing her hands. Her mechanical arm rested on Vi’s hip, the occasional hiss of released air punctuating the tension. Her organic hand was far less idle.
It roamed greedily over Vi’s body, her pants offering little protection as Sevika’s fingers gripped her ass roughly. The touch was firm, and demanding, leaving behind a sting that made Vi bite her lip hard enough to draw blood.
The pain forced a low groan from her throat, a sound she couldn’t suppress. It hurt, but in a way that left her craving more.
Sevika noticed. She always noticed. Her touch grew rougher, her hand slipping under Vi’s waistband to grip the bare, marked skin she’d already punished earlier.
Vi hissed through her teeth, her nails digging into Sevika’s shoulders as her body arched involuntarily.
Sevika’s movements stilled momentarily, her gaze flicking down to Vi’s swollen lip. She wanted to bite it, to taste the blood that stained it, but the cigar in her mouth prevented her.
With a soft growl of frustration, Sevika took one final drag, holding the smoke in her lungs. She plucked the cigar from her lips and pressed the still-lit end against Vi’s neck with swift precision.
Vi’s body jolted, her head snapping back as a string of curses fell from her lips. The burn was sharp, her muscles tensing against the pain.
Sevika’s mechanical hand snapped up, holding Vi firmly in place as she leaned forward, her lips brushing the fresh burn.
And then she bit down.
Vi gasped, her hands flying to Sevika’s hair, gripping it tightly in a futile attempt to pull her away. Blood welled against Sevika’s teeth, the metallic tang flooding her senses as a dark, rumbling chuckle bubbled from her chest.
“Fuck… fucking bitch,” Vi murmured, her voice shaking with pain and something darker.
Sevika didn’t let go, her teeth sinking deeper for just a moment longer before finally releasing her, leaving Vi trembling in her lap.
A few tears streaked down Vi’s face as Sevika’s tongue brushed against her raw, bitten skin. Her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling with the effort of keeping her composure. When Sevika finally released her, the absence of that oppressive, commanding touch felt like a relief and an insult. Vi’s hand trembled as it left Sevika’s hair to press against the fresh wound at her neck, the sting radiating through her.
It wasn’t just a game to Sevika, it was a test.
The older woman leaned back, her grin sharp as a knife. She was gauging Vi, testing her limits. Sevika wanted to see if this “little wolf” was worth the time, worth breaking down until she was nothing but a trembling, willing mess of pain and pleasure. It was a game Sevika played often, but there was something about this one that felt different.
Sevika chuckled, low and deliberate, breaking the silence. “I think we should ditch this little party. Just you and me, little wolf. No distractions. No curious eyes. A more... private space.”
The girls still clinging to Sevika shot Vi envious glances, their jealousy palpable. They weren’t new to Sevika’s games—they’d all hoped to end the night beneath her. But now, this newcomer has stolen her attention entirely.
Vi’s neck throbbed, her ass stung, and her pride was in tatters. Her breathing came quick as she glared at Sevika, her lips parting to argue. But no words came out. Instead, after a tense pause, she simply nodded.
Sevika’s smirk widened. With a flick of her hand, she dismissed the other girls. They hesitated, casting reluctant glances at one another, but none dared defy her.
Sevika allowed Vi a moment to slip off her lap, watching as the younger woman steadied herself on trembling legs. Then she stood smoothly, her leather outfit creaking softly with the movement. Her imposing frame towered over Vi as she reached out, gripping her wrist with iron strength.
“Let’s go,” Sevika said simply, her tone leaving no room for argument.