Sylvia felt her eyes bugging out of her head, and she lost it.
The first orgasmic contraction felt like her vagina was crunching in on itself, every muscle in her body coming together at once to push more power into her pussy than she could ever handle. The inferno of heat blossomed, radiating through her with every clench and pulse, overwhelming her with how all-encompassing the pleasure felt. Every vibration rocketed from her clit directly to her brain, her head quivering with sensory overload, her eyes wanting to roll back and lose focus but completely unable to stop devouring Violet.
They were like perfect opposites of each other, one overcome with pleasure, the other with pain. Opposites, but with something in common. Neither would have traded their spots for anything in the world.
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“I’m sorry, I didn’t plan any kind of aftercare for you,” Sylvia said. “I didn’t plan for any of this, I thought we were just going to go through the quiz together.”
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I know I ambushed you, and you did amazing.”
Sylvia hadn’t been able to stop grinning like an absolute fool since she’d cum. She sat, lazily running a hand across Jane’s soft fur and feeling very happily lethargic, like she was drunk on an excess of dopamine. Still, the compliment made her face light up even more. “You really think so?”
“Of course! You’ve got fantastic instinct. Everything else can be learned, but that energy is something you either have or you don’t, and you’ve definitely got it.”
“You call it instinct, I call it far too much time spent living in perverted fantasies.” Sylvia could only imagine how silly the continued rush after rush of happiness was making her look. It was certainly enough to get Violet laughing again.
Violet looked like a very pretty mess, still flushed, her tears barely drying on her face, her body still bare and her nipples and areola heavily marked, but happy and laughing despite that. “I can’t wait to see what you’ll plan for us next time.”
Sylvia’s heart leapt, surprising her that it was possible for her mood to get even higher. “You want there to be a next time?”
“You don’t have to be so surprised! I told you, you did great, and I want more.” Words were hard. How to convey how much Sylvia wanted to jump through the screen and wrap Violet up in her arms, smother her in kisses and maybe plant a hickey or two on her neck. “Uh-oh, what are you thinking about now?”
“Nothing!” Sylvia said, too quickly.
“You’re biting your lip. It’s a tell.”
“You’ve only seen me once and you already know what my tells are!?!”
“You’re gonna try to tell me I’m wrong?”
“Fine,” Sylvia huffed. “How do you feel about hickeys?”
Violet smirked, her eyes gleaming, reminding Sylvia that she hadn’t gotten off and must still be feeling really wound up. “Mmmm, a possessive one, are you?”
“You don’t have to be so surprised,” Sylvia tossed Violet’s words back at her.
“Well, too bad for you, I really can’t have marks anywhere visible.”
“Awww, come on! Just a few little bites!”
“I’m a nurse! I need my patients to think I’m a respectable young lady!”
“Who would ever make that mistake?”
“Oh, fuck you, Domina!” Violet laughed, then nodded to her camera. “Speaking of the first time seeing you on camera, you’ve been holding out on me. You never told me you play piano.”
Sylvia turned, almost surprised to see her electronic keyboard right there where it’d always been, then felt silly. Of course, she’d walked by it every single day since renting this place, but she hadn’t spared it a thought in years. In her head, it registered more as one of Jane’s nap spots than a musical instrument. “I used to, but it’s been ages since I’ve practiced.”
“Would you do it for me? Something relaxing, and we’ll call that aftercare?”
Sylvia felt herself blushing again. For whatever reason, even though Violet was naked and she’d just had an orgasm in front of her, the prospect of sharing her music felt strangely embarrassing. But still, if Violet had asked for the moon, Sylvia would have done her best to get it for her. “Of course.”
It took a little persuasion to get the piano hooked up to Sylvia’s computer, and then get the sound to play over Discord, but if she was going to do this, it damn well wasn’t going to be just over her shitty headset mic. Finally, still a little self-consciously, she settled in behind it, then realized she’d long since forgotten the hundreds of songs she once had memorized.
“Damn,” she muttered, then scrambled to find something online. “You wanted something relaxing, right?” Violet, who had been waiting patiently watching Sylvia work, nodded encouragingly. “Here goes nothing,” Sylvia breathed, then started on Beethoven’s Für Elise.
It was actually a bit of a piano player’s trick. Für Elise is one of those classic songs everybody’s heard a million times, and sounds really impressive, but is actually relatively easy to play. Especially the shortened arrangement Sylvia opted for, which hit all the famous bits but left out some of the more advanced parts in the middle.
She was rusty as hell, her rhythm was all off and she misplaced her fingers on the keys a few times, but Violet didn’t seem to notice. As soon as she’d recognized the opening notes, Violet had excitedly clapped her hands together and started humming along to the music.
“You’re awesome!” Violet squealed when Sylvia got to the end.
“No! That was terrible!”
“What other talents have you been hiding from me?”
“If any of my old teachers heard that, they’d hunt me down and kill me.”
Waving a dismissive hand through Sylvia’s protests, looking about as happy as if Sylvia had actually brought her the moon, Violet went right on. “You’re a chef, you’re a musician, and you’re a dominant. Is there anything you can’t do?”
Sylvia started protesting that liking to bake cookies and cupcakes hardly made her a chef, but then gave up trying to convince her. If Violet wanted to think she was perfect, why fight it? “Oh, have it your own way then,” she said, then started in on her old favorite song to play, the theme to Jurassic Park. It surprised her how easily her fingers fell into step, the keys feeling familiar despite all the time away from them. Thousands of hours of practice will do that.
They kept on like that, alternately chatting and joking with each other while listening to the music Sylvia played. As she started to get the hang of it again, Sylvia found she could play easier songs and keep the conversation going at the same time, as long as Violet was forgiving with her fucking up a few notes.
But eventually, Violet had to get dinner.
“Shit! Sorry, I completely forgot you’re three hours behind me,” Sylvia said. “I ate before we started, you must be starving.”
“It’s fine, we nurses are used to eating at odd hours. We’ll talk again soon, don’t worry.” Violet then tilted her head to the side, her face shifting to the mischievous look she’d worn every time she’d provoked Sylvia, and asked, “So what are you going to do for the rest of the night?”
She wants to end it like this, does she? Well, ask not lest you wish to be told! Sylvia summoned up a bit of her dominant voice again. “Well, since you ask, I’m going to go brush my teeth.”