Of Love and Iron- Chapter 5

 Wildfire

©Eric Thomas, 2013

The day after served as a particularly awful one.

When Rachel showed up to class, late thanks to her phone-come-alarm dying on her in the night, she knew something was up.

Even appearing late, she had grown accustomed to being studiously ignored by her classmates, and her teacher for the most part as well.

When all eyes were locked on her as she made her way to the back of the class, she knew something was off.

Even more bizarre was the fact that three of the students were a full two rows further back than they usually occupied, putting them right by her seat.

Ignoring them as best she could, she booted her computer up and fell into her routine of pulsing music and drawing on the digital tablet.

She’d managed, much to her pride, to actually finish her current project after Ai’s initial distraction, and the two that had followed throughout the evening.

With the assignment done, she had debated showing up at all, since it wasn’t due for another week.

Clearly, she’d made the wrong choice.

Of Love and Iron- Chapter 4

 Discovery

©Eric Thomas, 2013

Rachel’s hands flew across her monitor, the pen-like device in her hands blurring with her quick movements.

A grin curled her lips as her housemate appeared line by line in front of her.

While Ai might not appreciate the incredibly anime clone of herself, Rachel found herself giggling at the image.

As she sketched into the computer, she found herself wondering if she could talk Ai into posing for her.

Her hand slowed as her mind detoured firmly into the gutter.

As her face grew steadily warmer, her eyes slipped away from the digital tablet to the rest of her desk.

Her gaze locked on the collar, and she felt her blush blossom fully in an instant.

 A goofy grin spread across her lips, and she ran her finger along the leather as if coaxing the memories to resurface.

The previous night, she hadn’t really thought too deeply on what Ai might think, after having explained what the simple ring of leather could mean, when she’d asked to keep it.

Somehow, she couldn’t seem to worry too much about it.

It had been an impulsive decision.

A short walk on her hands and knees around the apartment in the thing, and she’d been almost ready to cum again without Ai even touching her.

They’d both been surprised with the discovery, but Rachel had eagerly agreed to work out something that would last longer while being lead on the leash.

Until she’d started crawling, the blonde had been pretty sure that her interests had almost exclusively been in bondage.

Something had struck, though, with the collar.

Of Love and Iron- Chapter 3

 Plans

©Eric Thomas, 2013

Women talked amongst themselves in the locker room.

Ai hummed to herself quietly as she moved back to her locker, her backpack releasing rattling noises as she moved.

She silently cursed her animation teacher, and his penchant for keeping students late.

While it normally didn’t cause her much trouble, she really wished she’d had the time to run her backpack home.

Leaving her things in a locker, even locked, while she was in the gym doing practice always made her anxious.

Even though the room was locked from anyone but the cheerleaders practicing while they worked, the idea that her things were unprotected was always present.

That she hadn’t thought to take her supplies for Rachel’s gift out of her bag made the concern that much more embarrassing.

She moved to the emptiest row of lockers in the room, hoping that it’d make her things that much safer.

In her daze, she didn’t notice Annabelle glaring at her from the end of her row of lockers.

Annabelle, on the other hand, noticed when she gave her bag a nervous glance after she’d finished changing.

An idea formed in the redhead’s mind, and she slipped around the corner to finish changing herself without alerting Ai to her presence.

She didn’t know if it was just her imagination, but Annabelle found herself wondering at the reason behind her squad mate’s nervousness.

Remembering the humiliation her words caused the previous day, Annabelle found herself hoping it was something embarrassing.

Of Love and Iron- Chapter 2

 Spark

©Eric Thomas, 2013

Rachel quickly made her way across campus, not paying much attention to the world around her.

Her lack of awareness, as it would turn out, would cost her.

She passed by the large gymnasium building, briefly wondering if Ai was out of her class yet before continuing on.

Unfortunately, while she didn’t notice anything around the building, a redhead in a cheerleader uniform certainly noticed her.

Sneering, the cheerleader, Annabelle, stalked towards the oblivious blonde.

When she caught sight of her out of the corner of her eye, Rachel stopped and spun to face her.

Memories resurfaced, and she fought hard against letting her glare form.

“’Sup, freakshow?”

Rachel silently stood while Annabelle took in her appearance, a sneer curving her lips at the sight of her makeup and clothes.

For some reason, Rachel found it far more annoying coming from the redhead than her classmates.

Her black and silver stood in vast contrast to the bright pink the cheerleader wore.

Where a small, black ankh rested in Rachel’s left ear, Annabelle’s ears were adorned with a golden ring and cubic zirconia stud each, the jewelry glinting in the sunlight.

For a brief moment, Rachel’s mind wandered over the differences between her and her squad mate.

Of Love and Iron- Chapter 1

 Just Another Day

©Eric Thomas, 2013

Ai sat in the computer lab, a series of images flickering in bright reflections across her face.

Next to her sat a man with features strikingly similar to her own.

Looking at the two together, though, there were enough differences in their features that one wouldn’t suspect them to be so closely related as half-siblings.

Where his skin was the almost brownish quality of those in Southeast Asia, hers could almost be said to be Caucasian if not for the slight copper present.

Slightly slanted, amber-colored eyes stared out from her face, while his eyes were a bright shade of green bordering on cyan.

 Her muscles were finely sculpted from her weekly cheerleading, while he was lanky and built not unlike a scarecrow, standing at a full six inches taller than her.

How they carried themselves, even sitting, was what made them appear vastly different to the casual observer.

Ai, even sitting relaxed before the computer, appeared reminiscent of a coiled predator.

It was clear to any who cared enough to look that her mind never relaxed, something constantly occupying her brain.

Her half-brother Alex, though, sat back in his chair with an easy smile, watching her work.

A camera sat on the desk between them, with a long black cable running into the back of the monitor.

She smiled softly at her project, thoroughly piquing Alex’s curiosity.

“So,” he started conversationally, “working on anything good?”

“You could say that,” she responded distractedly.

Of Love and Iron- Prologue

Prologue 

©Eric Thomas, 2013

A blonde woman sat on a bed, breath whistling out through her nose.

The metal circlets wrapped around her wrists clinked as she shifted, trying to get as comfortable as possible with her arms held as they were behind her back.

Taking her mind off the discomfort of the rubber ball stretching her jaw, she focused her mind on pondering what was delaying her partner in this metaphorical dance so much.

Despite the ballgag, she found herself grinning at the thought that Ai might be delaying on purpose to build up both of their tensions.

If that was her intentions, the increasing stickiness to her thighs suggested that she was on to something.

From the doorway, an Asian woman watched Rachel squirm with a grin.

Spit shone on the blonde’s chin, seeping from the holes drilled through the rubber ball.

Aiko Kai, simply Ai to her friends, found her own body responding to the string of saliva that appeared.

Her eyes followed it as gravity trapped the spit, carrying it in several strings to coat Rachel’s chest.

As Rachel’s nipples tightened and grew under the touch of the liquid, Ai’s own grew in response.

Wind the Bobbin Up (S&M revamp)

Tie the pet up,

Tie the pet up,

Whip, Whip, smack, smack, smack,

Tighten the knots up,

Tighten the knots up,

Whip, Whip, smack, smack, smack,

Suspend her from the ceiling,

Gesture to the cock between her eyes and the floor,

Keep her from looking out the wide open window,

And smirk as she ignores the wide open door,

Smack your hands on her ass, 1, 2, 3,

Put your hands where her thighs form a V.