The Perfect Vi-Day Present

THE PERFECT VI-DAY PRESENT

A VERY VILLAINOUS VALENTINE’S TALE

Kai POV - 48 Hours Earlier

It was Theo of all goddamned people who first brought up Valentine’s Day.

“Tell me, Kai. What does one buy a Suarez—or two—for an Earthling holiday about… love?”

The dreaded L-word was said with such disdain, I turned my entire body to face the chaotic alien reclining across the aisle of the Suarez family’s private jet.

That conversation required both of my side-eyes.

He didn’t even wait for me to reply before he continued his rant. “This is an old money family. No matter how fabulous the gifts from this self-made, wildly successful yet starving artist, they will pale in comparison to the immense, and frankly, excessive, wealth my twins were raised with.”

“We are not funding your latest installation project, Theo,” Simon snapped from where he was forcefully tapping the keys of Wolfgang’s laptop. “So you may cease the thinly veiled panhandling, before I lose my patience. ”

Theo huffed. “I wasn’t talking to you, my no-longer-favorite child. I was talking to Kai, in the hopes that the big dog with deep pockets might overhear.”

The dog in question—Wolfy—stared back, silent, impassive, and as adorably threatening as always.

Side-eye for days on that one.

“Aren’t you creative?” I muttered, unsure why I was involved in the conversation and starting to panic about my own lack of V-Day ideas. “Why not just make something for the twins?”

“Make something?!” Theo gasped in horror, as if I’d suggested he glue dried macaroni on a piece of faded construction paper. “Do you have no concept of how the muse operates?”

Luckily, my bestie then stepped in. “Why not just give them Micah Salah?”

“W-what?” Gabriel stuttered, nearly dropping his cards as he gaped at Xander across the table.

“What if I don’t want Micah?” Dre coolly replied, throwing a handful of poker chips onto the growing pile. “One horny brat is enough for me.”

I think he meant two.

“That’s fine, doofus,” Vi purred, laying her winning hand on the table with the sexiest flourish. “We all know you’d rather get freaky with Ziggy.”

“The fuck did you just say?!” Dre hollered, although he hadn’t denied it.

She said what she said.

Big City’s savior then stepped in—most likely because he was trapped between them at the table. “I don’t think you can actually give someone’s, um, boyfriend away to someone else. Not without permission. ”

Apparently, Butch missed the alien polycule memo.

“Well, I know what I want for Valentine’s Day,” Theo loudly interrupted, bringing the attention back to him.

“Don’t even say it, brat,” Dre growled as Xan snickered and dealt everyone a new hand.

Theo cackled. “Oh, come now, Demon. You know you want to. Just one. Just. One. Kiss.”

Dre glared daggers at his brat while Gabe hid a blush behind his cards, and I strongly suspected this not-so-smooth segue had been the point all along.

“Why are you flying back to Big City with us anyway, Theo?” Vi rolled her eyes, beyond done with everyone’s shit, as usual. “Can’t you just teleport your dusty ass home?”

Theo slowly rose and dramatically sniffed. “If you must know, Violentia, I was hoping for juicier gossip than this boring family is providing, but thank you for the reminder that I possess powers far beyond the capacity of mere supes. See you Earthlings at the next disaster gathering.”

And then, he’d teleported his dusty ass away.

Girl, bye.

“Do you need to get your man, demon?” Xander teased as he tossed a chip on the table. “Or is making him cry himself to sleep what gets you off?”

“Sugar…” Butch muttered, soft boi that he was.

Dre scoffed but, again, hadn’t denied it. “He’s fine. I would bet every penny of our excessive wealth that Theo’s already in the hot tub with a glass of wine.” He snuck a glance at Wolfy before quietly adding, “And I’m kinda enjoying the boring company…”

Soft bois, all of ‘em .

My gaze drifted to the softest boi of all, but Wolfgang’s attention was fixed on his phone. A moment later, mine vibrated.

I snatched it up, assuming it was my Google alerts telling me the local troupe I stalked was holding auditions again. What I found was even better.

Goth Mother Hen: If you would like, I could drive you into Big City and help you select a gift for Vi.

When that text dropped, I just stared at the screen for a moment, unsure if it was a hangover hallucination from the previous night’s “Winter-Ween” party or some kind of high altitude-induced mirage.

My phone buzzed again.

Goth Mother Hen: I need to pick up something for Simon anyway.

I could smell the bullshit a mile away. We were less than a week away from Valentine’s Day. If Wolfy hadn’t already amassed an obscene number of offerings for his tiny tyrant, he was going to find himself in the big dog house.

Sounds fun, but only if you let me sit up front with you in the Mercedes.

At this point, I knew I could joke with The Hand of Death—that he actually had what Simon referred to as an extremely “cheeky” sense of humor.

I also knew Wolfy didn’t do anything without an ulterior motive, and it was painfully obvious that his goal with this invite was to steal me away from Xander as his new BFF.

And I was HERE FOR IT!

Wolfgang Suarez offering to take me shopping was officially the second best thing to ever happen to me— more exciting than when Xan had given me fingerprint access to his apartment.

His original apartment.

Which had since absorbed mine like a black hole in space.

I’d been a little salty when I first heard about the plan to combine apartments— okay, a lot —but it worked out, giving me the perfect excuse to move into the Suarez family compound with Vi.

Who’d told me she wanted me to be her princess.

Which was the number one greatest thing to ever happen to me.

The reason I didn’t have a Valentine’s Day present for my Mommy was that our relationship was still so new. We hadn’t discussed going out to celebrate and, with Wolfy and Simon planning a vacation, I’d assumed we’d end up staying in for some Netflix and chill.

Which is code for Vi giving me multiple orgasms with her talented tongue.

This unofficial plan had been fine with me but, thanks to Theo bringing up our “Earthling holiday about love,” I’d panicked. The last thing I wanted was to show up empty-handed for our first big couple milestone.

And that was how I found myself being driven into Big City by the big dog himself.

Girl date!

Present Da y

“Any idea what you might want to buy my sister?” Wolfy asked as the downtown skyline came into view.

I gave his question some thought, silently appreciating how he was acting like I had the kind of money needed for the stores we’d be hitting up today.

One of the first things Wolfy had done when I moved in was hand me a black credit card connected to the Suarez sibling “fun money” bank account. This simple act meant I now had unlimited access to what was an excessive amount of wealth.

With the subtext that I’m in this family for life.

The only member of the clan who didn’t have a black card was Theo because, as Simon explained, that chaotic alien would find a way to spend it all.

No lies detected.

“I honestly don’t…” I sighed, annoyed that the same chaotic alien had gotten into my head. “Like, yeah, we’ve been friends for a while now, but we haven’t been official… or whatever for that long…”

My words trailed off as I realized Vi and I had a very particular dynamic—both in and out of the bedroom—which I abso-fucking-lutely did not want to discuss with her older brother.

Even if we’re all well aware of his particular dynamic with Simon.

Maybe I should buy myself some noise-canceling headphones while we’re out…

Wolfy hummed thoughtfully, and a few minutes later, he pulled into what was clearly a reserved parking space outside a sleek black building.

“Let’s start here,” he murmured—somehow already out of the car and opening my door for me like the creepiest, most perfect morally gray book boyfriend there ever was .

Behave, ovaries!

It was clear what awaited me as I stepped out of the Mercedes. The diamonds glittering in the display windows outside were so bright, I had to shield my eyes, and the noise that escaped me the instant we walked through the door was dramatic.

LOOK AT ALL THE PRETTIES!

Wolfgang chuckled at my reaction before gesturing for me to have a look around.

You don’t have to tell me twice.

I was a complete ho for shiny things and spotted at least twenty pieces I wanted, but Vi’s style was more on the understated side. There were a few things she might have worn for a fancy night out, but even after— carefully, because holy shit —poking around for a half hour, I still didn’t see anything that screamed ‘ her.’

Or… us.

Because what kind of jewelry does a princess give her Mommy?

My gaze snagged on a case containing pieces obviously designed for the “we like bondage but we keep it classy” crowd.

Aka, the Suarez-Salah-Stellari clan.

“Ohhh… Now I see why this is one of your go-to spots…” I teased my intimidating companion, because there was nothing I loved more than making The Hand of Death blush like a schoolgirl.

Well, besides Mommy making me blush.

Wolfgang didn’t disappoint, but he quickly followed up with a good-natured eye roll as he bent to join me in a closer look.

“Yes, Simon owns many of the pieces in this cabinet—all customized, of course.” His attention drifted to a necklace at the far end. “Although not everything here suits his tastes.”

I followed his gaze and gasped at the sight of a long silver chain with a heart-shaped loop on one end, a small, weighted padlock on the other.

Fuck.

I want that.

Well… almost that…

“I see you in rose gold, not silver,” Wolfy randomly observed as he straightened.

When I sharply glanced at him, I could’ve sworn he was stifling a smile, but before I could force my new bestie to spill whatever secret he was withholding, an attendant appeared on the other side of the case.

“How may I assist you today, Mr. Espanto?” they eagerly asked, reminding me every sibling in this family had a different civilian name for security purposes.

Where’s my super cool secret identity?

Rude.

“I’m picking up an order for my husband,” Wolfy replied, and I internally squeed when he blushed again.

The attendant was too professional to point out what a simp Wolfy was before they nodded and hustled away, but I sure as shit wasn’t.

Bestie privileges!

“You do know it’s fucking adorable that even the thought of Simon makes you blush, right?” I teased.

Not that I’m one to talk .

Wolfy shot me a warning glare full of platonic love but was saved from answering by the attendant returning with a bright pink velvet box suspiciously on the larger size.

“And how may I assist you…” They trailed off, looking at me expectantly.

I froze, unsure if I was expected to make up a badass not-supe persona on the spot but suddenly losing the brainpower required to do so.

OMG, I’M GONNA RUIN EVERYTHING!!!

“Signesdottir,” Wolfy calmly intervened. “Mrs. Signesdottir.”

Squee!

Signesdottir was Vi’s civilian name—a nod to their terrible, apparently dead, mother—and while we were nowhere near getting married, having Wolfy imply it was end game was everything.

Aaaand another reminder I’m not getting out of here alive.

“I’m all set, thank you.” I nodded at the attendant while trying not to get emotional in the middle of this fancy store.

“Now who’s blushing?” Wolfy purred in my ear as we left, making me cackle.

Such a skerry, cheeky boy.

“So, what’s in the box?” I asked, twisting in the passenger seat to watch him buckle the present in the backseat.

Confusion furrowed Wolfy’s brow as he focused on his task. “I don’t know. Simon ordered it.”

I sighed. “Yes, I understand that, but I assume we’re gonna peek, right?”

C’mon, bestie .

His gaze lifted to mine, amber eyes as wide as dinner plates. “No. We’re not.”

I scoffed. “He won’t even?—”

“He’ll know,” Wolfy curtly replied before shutting the back door and gracefully sliding into the driver’s seat.

I sighed heavily and gave the pink box one last longing look before refocusing on the whipped little cream puff sitting beside me. “Where to next?”

Wolfy hummed as he got us back into traffic and headed across town. “Simon’s favorite store.” He glanced at me mischievously. “Besides the one we just left.”

“Your man has expensive tastes, hmm?” I chuckled.

“Indeed,” he replied in a silky tone that told me spending Wolfy’s coin was foreplay for both of them.

Goals, really.

We arrived outside a well-known—and ridiculously expensive—lingerie boutique catering to all genders, and I practically clapped in glee as we entered the perfumed space.

Pretty things! Pretty things!

“You’ll want to head to that section.” Wolfy waved a gloved hand before grimacing. “I’ll… let you handle this on your own.”

I laughed. “Understood. Do you think you’ll pick something up for the boss man while we’re here?”

He glanced around. “Perhaps, though I’ve already purchased something custom for him. Aside from his Juicy Couture tracksuits, Simon isn’t usually a fan of off the rack?—”

His words cut off as he gripped his head with a hiss, as if in pain .

“Wolfy?” I reached for him before snatching my hands away. “Are you?—”

“Luca did what?!” he growled under his breath, and it took me a moment to realize he was talking to someone else.

Someone in his head.

A snitching twin, no doubt.

Wolfy looked about two seconds away from murdering someone— Luca, apparently. “Kai, I need to make a phone call. Outside ,” he gritted out before offering me an encouraging, if not forced, smile. “Take your time.”

You don’t have to tell me twice.

It had been made abundantly clear that I was now considered part of the family but, in my opinion, that did not mean I needed to get involved every time there was Suarez-related drama.

There aren’t enough hours in the day.

So, while Wolfy dealt with… whatever fuckery was happening, I leisurely browsed. It wasn’t long before my arms were full of Chantilly lace, buttery satin, wispy tulle, and cotton crepe.

All pastels.

Vi wouldn’t wear any of this…

I sighed in acute sadness, but before I could return everything to the racks and start over, my phone buzzed.

Goth Mother Hen: Remember, you don’t just need to buy things for Vi while we’re here.

Is he psychic now ?

I wasn’t surprised, honestly. Wolfy clearly enjoyed spending money on Simon, and with how perceptive he was, he’d probably also noticed Vi liked doing the same for me.

Expensive gifts and murder is the Suarez family's love language.

Taking his text as the shopping spree permission it was, I pranced off to the dressing room to try things on.

I ended up choosing a dusky pink satin sleep set—with matching fuzzy slippers—and a cute-but-sexy blue lace baby doll with purple wisteria accents on the cups and a sheer tulle skirt.

The better to show off the cheeky briefs beneath.

It felt amazing to hand that magic black card to the cashier before skipping out the door with my purchases.

I found Wolfy leaning against his Mercedes, frowning down at his phone, but when he caught sight of me—of the multiple bags on my hand—his face lit up in a genuine smile.

And this is why he’s the Goth Mother Hen.

Yes, Wolfgang Suarez was the formidable leader of one of the most infamous villain clans, but he also had Big Dad Energy and just wanted all his ‘kids’ to be happy.

Including me.

“Found something you liked?” he asked, pocketing his phone and giving me his full attention.

“I did!” I grinned before my smile faltered. “But… nothing in there seemed right for Vi…”

Wolfy remained silent, patiently allowing me to finish my thought, forcing me to examine what the issue actually was.

Goth Mother Hen and family therapist .

“Honestly, I’m not sure she would want me buying her anything,” I spoke in a rush before I could chicken out. “Our dynamic seems to be mostly her… spoiling me and, ugh, this is probably way more than you want to know?—”

He held up a hand, and I abruptly stopped. “So perhaps what you’ve bought already is enough? Especially since it’s something you’ll wear…” Wolfy cleared his throat awkwardly. “For her.”

I didn’t get the chance to savor his latest blush as a lightbulb went off. “You’re a genius!” I shouted before hustling around him to toss my bags in the trunk.

He arched an eyebrow but didn’t comment. Once we were both buckled in the front seat, he turned to me expectantly.

Deep breaths, Kai.

It’s just like ripping off a bandaid.

“Canwegobuysextoysnext?” I blurted out in a rush—knowing this was hella weird but also knowing it was the best idea ever.

“W-what?” Wolfy stuttered, and my embarrassment was eclipsed by the soul-deep satisfaction of catching The Hand of Death off guard.

It’s definitely my superpower.

“Oh, c’mon now, bestie.” I snickered. “As if you and Simon don’t have a steamer trunk full of whips and chains at the foot of the bed.”

The way his eyes bugged out told me I was getting warm. “No more than anyone else in this family,” he muttered.

Touché.

I wrinkled my nose. “Yeah, well, unfortunately, I know for a fact Xan prefers hot sauce to his toy box, and the twins and Theo have built-in accessories. Same with Zion, you could say…” I paused before deciding to throw a chaos grenade onto the wreckage. “And I strongly suspect there’s a feminization kink going on with Balty—what, with all the tutus he wears.”

“ Tutus ?” Wolfy mumbled, adorably confused.

I shrugged. “It’s no different than how you like seeing Simon in pretty things.”

And how Mommy is gonna love my new baby doll.

Wolfy blushed and averted his eyes. “Simon is just so pretty.”

Yeah.

Pretty terrifying.

My new favorite shopping buddy rallied as a smile twitched his lips. “Very well, bestie. I know just the place.”

Called it!

Unlike the high-end jewelry and lingerie scene, I was extremely familiar with the various adult toy stores in Big City—especially those that catered to women and the LGBTQ+ community. But then, Wolfy flexed his fancy status once again by pulling into an underground garage and parking near an unmarked door.

Because of course he did.

“Oh, bonjour, mon chou!” a familiar voice sang out before the bell over the door had even stopped jangling.

Because of course he’s here.

“Hello, Simon…” Wolfy trailed off as his gaze fell to the fucking enormous dildo in his husband’s hands.

Again, called it .

“Uh, uh, uhhhh—no peeking!” Simon waggled a finger as he hid the murder weapon behind his back. Then, he cocked his head. “Speaking of which, shall I presume the package you acquired for me at the jeweler remains unopened?”

Wolfy straightened to attention. “Yes, Boss.”

Simon silently appraised his man for so long, I began to sweat.

“He’ll know.”

“Good man.” Simon nodded once before turning his attention to me. “And how about you, Kai? Have you been enjoying your outing?”

“I have!” I answered genuinely, smiling up at my new bestie. “Wolfy is the perfect shopping buddy.”

Simon’s gaze softened. “Yes, he is. Now, tell me?—”

“What’s the likelihood of me convincing my twins to ride this together?” Theo suddenly appeared beside his son, brandishing the longest double-ended dildo I’d ever seen.

In hot pink.

That will go over well.

Simon pinched the bridge of his nose before addressing us. “I needed to fit in an errand or two, and the swiftest option was to arrange for a star hop.” He sighed heavily as a resigned expression settled over his face. “I have deeply regretted the decision thrice over.”

“It’s a valid question!” Theo huffed, as unable to read the room as ever. “Yes, they’re annoyingly opposed to touching dicks —well, Andre is, at least—but I’ve yet to hear opposition to the idea of their asses making contact. This would be nothing more than a boop at best…”

Twin butt boops is a visual I could have lived without .

I cleared my throat, deciding to take one for the team. “You’d probably have better luck with a toy Dre can use to dominate Gabe.” When they all gaped at me, I shrugged. “Dude tries to dom everyone, and you can not tell me their relationship isn’t like that.”

C’mon, people!

Simon hummed. “Well, aren’t you a little teapot, eager to spill?”

“Indeed,” Wolfy murmured appreciatively before turning to Simon. “Kai believes Balty and Zion have a… tutu fetish.”

“ Quoi? ” Simon replied at the same moment Theo added, “Obviously!”

This family loves their tea.

I took the opportunity to disappear deeper into the store. “Okay, well, I’ll leave you biddies to discuss the Suarez family kink list while I buy something for my Mommy.”

That should keep them away.

With the help of a friendly sales clerk, I found the section I was looking for and squared my shoulders before facing the selection.

Deep breaths, Kai.

You can do this—for your Mommy.

Vi had been nothing but patient and understanding when it came to my hard limits, but the issue I was about to tackle was more of a hangup than anything.

And I’m ready to let it go.

With her.

After choosing a sparkly purple model to match the accents on my new lingerie, I found the register to check out .

After the cashier had bagged up my purchase— thank fuck— Theo slapped a box down on the counter. My gaze dropped to what was definitely a hollowed-out strap-on with vibrating p-spot action you could control with an app.

Aaaand again…

Called it.

“And what did you buy, little teapot?” Theo attempted to peer into my bag like the nosey bish he was.

Yeah, yeah—little teapot calling the kettle black.

“Noneya biznatch!” I laughed, snatching the bag out of reach.

Even if we both know he could grab it with those creepy Christmas lights of his.

Shiver…

He chuckled but didn’t push. “Fine by me. I’ve sworn off women for good anyway.”

“Fine by me,” I parroted. “I’ve sworn off men for good.”

Well, the useless parts of them…

“Wait a minute.” Theo’s eyes narrowed as the cashier handed me back my card. “You were given the coveted fun money card?!”

“Only the best from my bestie!” I called over my shoulder, already hustling my way to where Wolfy and Simon waited for me. “Ready to go?”

Wolfy nodded as Simon whispered, “I am also ready and will be traveling back with you. For… obvious reasons.” He waved the giant dildo over his head and called to the cashier. “Put this on my tab, s’il vous pla?t! Theo—until next time, which will hopefully be in no less than 10-14 business days, merci beaucoup … ”

The newest addition to the murder husbands’ toy box was tossed in the trunk before Simon took the passenger seat. I was more than happy to stretch out in the back and listen to The Mafia Queen bitch about Theo, pleased with my present for Vi.

Pleased and… a little nervous.

We were halfway home when I remembered the top secret gift buckled in beside me.

Just because Wolfy’s not supposed to peek doesn’t mean I can’t…

Double-checking that mom and dad’s attention was elsewhere, I snuck a hand under the seat belt and slowly freed the bright pink box.

Holding it low in my lap, I cracked the lid, momentarily confused when the black interior seemed empty. All was revealed, though, once I opened the box completely to find a thick, black leather dog collar with “Yes, Sir” spelled out in diamonds.

Oh.

I really did call it, didn’t I?

Wolfy subtly cleared his throat, and I froze when I met his knowing gaze in the rearview. He didn’t look angry, however—more… expectant.

He wants me to spill the tea for him!

I quietly returned the box to its seat before nonchalantly piping up, “Hey, Simon! Did you see the puppy play masks in there? Why do I feel like that’s something you two crazy kids would be into?”

Simon turned to grin at me wildly. “I have been thinking of adding one of those to the repertoire. It would be the perfect accessory for my dog. ”

He turned to face the front again as I met Wolfy’s gaze in the mirror. “Yeah. The perfect accessory to fully collar your dog.”

Wolfy winked before returning his attention to Simon’s chatter.

Bestie status confirmed.

Back at the compound, I tiptoed past the common areas with my purchases, assuming Vi was busy helping Betsy with dinner in the kitchen.

Since that used to be Baby Hulk’s job, apparently.

Once I made it to our bedroom, I couldn’t resist putting on my new baby doll again before doing a few twirls in the mirror.

Because it really is the cutest thing ever.

“Oh, is that why you snuck out of the house with Wolfy this afternoon?”

I yelped and spun to face the doorway, instinctively covering myself, even though I knew damn well who it was and what she’d just seen.

The woman who’s seen every inch of me.

Vi shut the door before locking it decisively. “Stop pretending to be shy, princess, especially when you’re wearing a see-through baby doll with nothing underneath. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were allergic to underwear.”

I huffed at the reminder of The Great Commando Situation on Super Gay Island and moved my hands to my hips. “For your information, I did buy matching underwear. It’s in one of the bags, along with other… things. I was actually trying to shop for you today, but I kept spotting pretty things for myself, and well… ”

Vi’s gorgeous amber eyes swept over me appreciatively. “I would still classify this as a present for me. Why don’t you sit on the bed and spread your legs so Mommy can see how pretty you are?”

Fuuuuck.

When Vi spoke to me in the Mommy voice, my knees went weak, but I still managed to make it to the bed and arrange myself just like she’d asked. Under her watchful gaze, I leaned back on my hands and spread my thighs wide, shivering when the tulle skirt brushed against my already throbbing clit.

Because I’m already thinking about Vi’s magic tongue in action.

It’s definitely a superpower.

I tried to behave, but a very different scenario bubbled to the surface, and my attention drifted to my pile of purchases. Being a professional predator on the hunt, Vi missed nothing.

“What else did you buy today, hmm?” She purred, striding to where I’d dumped my bags on the floor and crouching to better examine them. “What other pretty things did my pretty princess buy for me?”

Oh, fuck.

I knew if I asked her to stop snooping, she would—immediately and without question—but I tamped down my nerves. Vi taking charge allowed me to sit back and let it happen, which made everything easier.

Because Mommy knows what’s best.

She pulled out the satin sleep set and hummed in approval. “Oh, this is cute—and the color matches that pretty pink pussy of yours.”

The pretty pink pussy in question clenched, especially thinking of what else she was about to find .

“I’m surprised Wolfy didn’t take you to his favorite jeweler…” she murmured, unsurprisingly recognizing the store names on the bags as she rifled through the pile.

Almost there…

“He did!” I blurted out, bringing her attention back to me as my courage wavered. “B-but nothing there seemed like your style. Although, I did see something I really liked…”

Hint, hint.

I swallowed thickly as I thought of the slip chain necklace I’d spotted and how desperate I was for Vi to give me something similar.

To collar me.

So everyone knows I’m hers.

Instead of asking me to elaborate, she smirked down at the bags—the very same Suarez smirk Wolfy had displayed earlier when I’d expressed interest in that very same necklace.

Majorly sus.

My eyes narrowed at the thought that I— the little teapot herself —was being left out of the tea, but then, Vi discovered the final bag.

“Ohhh… Wolfy took you everywhere, I see. What’s in here, princess? A new toy?”

I tensed, which my Mommy instantly noticed, causing her to set the bag aside with a reassuring smile. “It’s all right, Kai. You’re allowed to have your own?—”

“Wait!” I yelped. “Don’t wait, I mean. I-I bought that for you. Well, for us… because it’s something I’ve been thinking about doing. With you. Fuck. This wouldn’t feel like it was such a big deal if it wasn’t for Valentine’s Day…”

Why am I making this so weird ?

Vi’s on-fleek eyebrows raised higher the longer I babbled, but she patiently waited until I was finished to respond.

“Are we… doing Valentine’s Day presents?” She half-grimaced, half-smiled, and every ounce of anxiety I’d been carrying immediately evaporated.

“I don’t know!” I threw my hands up and laughed in relief. “But then, fucking Theo started jabbering about it on the plane the other day, and I panicked. Wolfy noticed—because of course, he did—and offered to help me shop and, well, here we are!”

Vi was grinning wildly now. “I see. Are you sure Wolfy didn’t offer because he’s been dying to be your bestie?”

She gets me.

“That’s what I said!” I shouted triumphantly, and we both laughed before I sobered. “But seriously, I took him up on the offer because I’d rather be ready for you than show up empty handed…”

Her perfect lips curled in a filthy smirk. “Oh, I have no doubt you’ll be ready for me. You’re always ready for your Mommy, aren’t you, Kai?”

“Yes,” I breathily whispered, beyond ready for her, as always.

“Show me, princess, ” she commanded, gently but firmly.

“Yes, Mommy,” I corrected myself, lifting the skirt of my baby doll to show her how soaked I already was.

Vi’s gaze darkened. “So pretty. The prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

And then, she started crawling to me.

Lawd have mercy!

Without a doubt, Vi was the dominant one in this relationship—the boss bitch in charge, both in and out of the bedroom—and I loved everything about that. But she always made it clear that this control came from a place of care.

Of worship.

Because it’s all about me…

“Look at you,” she praised once she reached me, kneeling between my thighs before gently spreading me with her thumbs. “The prettiest and the tastiest…”

I moaned as she licked a slow, wet line up my center, inhaling deeply as she collected every drop.

“V-Vi!” I panted, my thoughts returning to what was in that final bag. “I want…”

She hummed and crawled up my body, forcing me to fall back to my elbows as she claimed my mouth with hers. I moaned again, tasting myself on Vi’s tongue and writhing beneath her, desperate for more.

Please…

“What do you want, princess?” she purred, sliding her skillful fingers through my folds. “Do you want me to make you come on my tongue…” Vi dipped two fingers inside me—just enough to collect more wetness before rubbing slow circles over my clit. “...or my fingers?”

I whined needily, but she mercilessly continued her torture. “Or would you rather ride my thigh while I play with these pretty nipples?” Vi lowered her head to mouth a nipple through the lace of my baby doll, dampening the fabric. “Or should Mommy get that grinder you like?—”

“Yes!” I loudly gasped, making her chuckle. “I want a toy. Please, Mommy, I want…”

My gaze pointedly shot to a certain bag, no longer giving a shit that this was supposed to be a Valentine’s Day present .

Don’t care how, I want it now!

Vi laughed warmly, effortlessly getting the hint as she released me and stood. “I guess it’s time to see what you bought for me, hmm?”

“For us,” I whispered, and she cocked her head, immediately picking up on the gravity of the situation.

Please.

Before I lose my nerve.

Vi glided back to the bags and retrieved the classy, unmarked box in question. Meeting my gaze again, she waited until I nodded— shyly, but still —before opening the box to investigate.

Then, she froze.

“Is this…” Vi trailed off, as lost for words as I’d ever seen her. “This is what you want, Kai?”

Oh shit.

For a terrifying moment, I thought I’d royally fucked up. All at once, I realized that what I thought of as a grand gesture in our relationship could easily be misinterpreted as a message of dissatisfaction.

Shit, shit, shit.

“It doesn’t mean I wish you had a dick!” I shouted, loudly and abruptly enough to make her flinch. “I mean… Gah! Can we… Can we just pretend I never bought that? Clearly, I didn’t think it through, because it’s the worst present ever.”

Possibly of all time.

In every universe.

“Kai. Princess.” Vi used her stern Mommy voice to shush me, even as a smile twitched her lips. “I love it. It simply surprised me, since you’ve made it clear that anything resembling a dick was triggering for you.”

Because… men.

My cheeks were on fire, but I bravely maintained eye contact. “I guess I changed my mind.”

Because it’s you.

Her smile softened as she walked closer and set the open box on the bed. “And you are allowed to change your mind at any point in this relationship. You know that.”

Because you’re perfect.

Vi carefully removed the sparkly purple strap-on from its foam packaging to examine it, running her elegant fingers over the ridged, silicone surface and leather craftsmanship with obvious approval.

She delivered a sweet kiss to my lips before continuing, “You should also know I have a box full of strap-ons I’ve been dying to use on you, so absolutely no offense was taken by your gift. In fact, I am honored you bought a special one for us to enjoy together. Thank you.”

I sniffled as tears pricked my eyelids—because, of course they fucking did—grateful my intention was understood.

She really does get me.

“Can we… use it n-now?” I haltingly asked, still horny as hell despite the imaginary drama.

Vi huffed a laugh as she opened the bedside drawer to retrieve a few of our toy cleaning wipes. “Of course, princess. Let me get undressed and strapped in while you wait here like a good girl.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I sighed happily, scooting up the bed and laying back against our millions of pillows .

Perfect for a pillow princess like me!

Her gaze raked over me again before she smirked. “And don’t you dare touch yourself while I’m gone. That pretty pussy is mine to please.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I repeated, stretching my arms overhead obediently—knowing full well it made my baby doll ride up my thighs.

Sometimes a good girl, always a brat.

With one last, heated look, Vi spun on her towering heels and stalked into the walk-in closet.

She better leave those heels on, or Imma riot.

Of course, I got my wish as Vi reappeared a few minutes later, wearing nothing but her signature heels and the shiny new strap-on.

LAWDAMERCY!!!

My face no doubt showed my incredible horniness, as she chuckled low. “Make room, princess. As much as I would love to wreck that pretty pussy, let’s start slow, with you on top.”

My breath caught at the reminder that Mommy knew best, and I scrambled onto my knees so Vi could take my place.

After retrieving the silicone-based lube from the drawer, I coated our new toy while Vi toyed with me. By the time we were both prepped, I was panting, dangerously close to begging her to wreck my pussy after all.

“Easy, princess,” Vi soothed as I straddled her and lined myself up. “Why don’t we start with some kissing while you grind? I haven’t kissed you nearly enough for the day.”

Never enough.

I sighed dramatically but eagerly obeyed, moaning into her mouth as my clit rubbed along the textured surface I’d picked out for this exact reason. We both knew I could get off like this, and it was tempting, even if I knew I wasn’t supposed to come until Mommy told me to.

As sweet as she was to me, Vi was still a villain at heart, because she waited until I was practically sobbing before finally giving me a break.

“That’s enough, princess. Let’s see how pretty that pussy looks stretched around my cock.”

“Vi!” I shrieked, almost falling off the bed as I hustled to get her inside me. “I’m trying to keep it cool here, but you’re making my brain chemistry rearrange— ohfuuuuuck…”

I dropped my head back as I sank down onto the silicone cock, groaning at the unbelievable stretch. It had been so long since I’d experienced anything like it, thanks to an ex-girlfriend who hated every man this bisexual babe had been with before her, a miserable surrogacy that nearly had me hating men as well, and Vi actually respecting my boundaries.

Which is exactly why she’s the one I wanted to experience this with.

“You’re doing so well, princess,” my perfect Mommy soothed, gently gripping my hips to steady me as I bottomed out with a whimper. “Take your time. I want you to enjoy yourself.”

Oh, no, you don’t.

Yes, Vi took exceptional care of me on a daily basis, and, yes, our activities in the sheets mostly focused on me getting off, since that pleased her as well.

But we are doing this together, goddamnit!

“I told you, I bought this for us,” I hissed, reaching between my shaking legs to turn on the toy.

All the way to eleven .

Vi made a strangled sound that went straight to my clit, and it was my turn to smirk like a villain. One of the main reasons I picked this model—besides the purple glitter—was the sneaky little vibration feature that hit the wearer just right.

Oops.

“Princess…” she gritted out, digging her nails into my flesh as she attempted to sit up. “You need to slow down before?—”

“Before what?” I sassed, bouncing in her lap like a deranged bunny, knowing I was tapping her blast-off button on every downstroke. “Before Mommy makes me the happiest princess by coming with me?”

Your good girl has left the building.

“Fuck,” Vi choked out, falling back and surrendering to my demands, as always. “It’s just… I just want this to be good for you…”

Oh, Vi…

I immediately slowed my pace, dropping down to my elbows to deliver kisses while slowly rolling my hips—urging us both onward.

“It’s so good for me, Mommy,” I gasped against her lips, chasing release as the ridges hammered over my g-spot. “Because you’re so good to me. I never thought I’d want anything like this again, but you make me feel so safe. I just knew I’d enjoy it with you.”

“K-Kai…” she moaned, her hot bod tensing beneath me as she tried to hold herself back. “I…”

“Please, Mommy,” I begged, needing this like I needed air. “Please come with me.”

Vi cried out, arching beneath me and grabbing my ass, grinding me down harder and dragging me over the edge with her .

Yesssss….

My orgasm almost took me out, leaving me boneless and whimpering through my aftershocks. Still, I couldn’t help subtly rocking my hips, hoping to coax another one out of us before I collapsed completely.

This princess needs a nap.

“Well, shit.” Vi huffed a laugh before gently helping me slide off her new sparkly magic cock so she could sit up. “I haven’t come like that in a while.”

“Yeah, well, get used to it,” I called after her as she padded to the bathroom to gather aftercare supplies. “Because you deserve good things too!”

So there.

She reappeared a moment later, having traded in the strap-on for a sexy smirk and her satin Wonder Woman bathrobe, before sitting on the bed.

“Thank you for the reminder, Kai,” she murmured, cleaning me up with a damp cloth. “But as I’ve explained many times, it brings me a ridiculous amount of joy to spoil you.”

I’ll allow it.

She continued my aftercare in comfortable silence for a whole minute before I piped in again. “Soooo… you liked your not Valentine’s Day prezzie?”

Vi chuckled softly and set the cloth aside. “I loved it—especially because it wasn’t a Valentine’s gift.”

When I peered up at her, confused, she elaborated, “It made it more meaningful, in my opinion, because it came from the heart.”

My horny little heart .

I laughed even as I felt myself blushing. “Yeah, I probably shouldn’t have gotten so worked up about V-Day… although the shopping trip did help establish my bestie status with Wolfy, so it wasn’t a total wash.”

“Definitely,” she chuckled before glancing at her phone. “On that note, we should get some clothes on for dinner with Wolfy and Simon. I can’t wait to tease that spooky little shit to his face about how he took you to a sex toy store. He’s just too cute when he blushes…”

I was off the bed and in the walk-in closet before she finished her thought, hungry as hell and beyond ready to check in with my bestie about his new toy.

She really, really gets me.