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.
While Ai was shorter, she held herself
with much more confidence.
While she could admit, if only to
herself, that Annabelle was attractive with her toned muscles and fiery hair
that matched her personality, her brain focused on something that, at least to
her, was important.
Even in the short, very flattering uniform, she felt nowhere near the attraction as
seeing Ai period.
Shaking her head to clear away this
newest random train of thought, she focused on the angry brown eyes focused on
her instead.
Turning on her heels, she walked away,
wondering why she’d stopped in the first place.
Staring at the Goth’s back, Annabelle’s
anger flared as she, too, had memories brought to the surface by the blonde’s
presence.
“So how did you come here, anyway?” she asked in a bellowing voice.
When Rachel continued ignoring her, the
redhead gave a huff and rushed to get in front of her.
“It’s a serious question, King. How the
hell do you afford coming here? I didn’t take you as a charity case, and it’s
been a question I’ve had since I first saw you here. This place is way out of your class,” she mocked.
Rachel’s eyes narrow in response, a
pulse of anger running through her.
Taking a deep breath, she forced it
down and went to walk once more.
Annabelle wasn’t allowing it, and moved
in her path after the first few steps she managed to take.
“If you don’t answer, I can only go
with what my brain comes up with.”
Rachel laughed at that before she could
stop it.
“You’re under the impression I care. I
assure you I don’t, any more than back home. Look at me quaking in fear of what
you can imagine,” she mocked.
Annabelle’s eyes narrowed to slits at
that, her hands clenching to fists at her side.
“Are you calling me stupid?” she hissed.
Rachel’s smirk disappeared, and her own
eyes narrowed.
“No, I’m calling you unimaginative.
It’s a pitfall of programmers, at least in my experience, but it’s not
necessarily a bad thing.”
Annabelle’s ire vanished some at that.
“Did you want something, or can I go?”
Rachel continued.
And it was back, Annabelle’s glare
returning full-force at the blonde’s tone.
“You think I’m unimaginative? How ‘bout
this for imagination? I’m thinking
I’ll spread the word that you got your tuition five dollars at a time back
home. It might not stick, but there’ll be at least a few asses that harass you
over it. Maybe even the pres.”
Rachel raised an eyebrow at that, what
little mirth she had vanishing in an instant.
“I’m into women,” she pointed out.
“And quiet about it. Aiko probably
doesn’t even know, and you live with
her. At the very least, having to explain you’re a lex to every person that
propositions you will get old really fast, I imagine. Maybe it could even get
you expelled, if someone important hears about it and doesn’t want the school
associated with prostitutes.”
Neither woman noticed Ai leaving the
gym.
She, on the other hand, immediately
noticed them, and more importantly the fight that looked ready to break out
between them.
She stormed towards them while they
remained oblivious.
“That is imaginative. Incredibly stupid, since I’d know it was you and
would be able to sue you if any damages came from it, but imaginative,” Rachel
admits.
“Are you new to the rumor mill? By the
time it spread out, nobody’d have a clue where it started,” the cheerleader
mocked.
Rachel’s heart skipped a beat, bad
memories rising forcefully from her mind to flash before her vision.
She was about to play it off when she
suddenly noticed Ai, who looked pissed.
For a very brief moment, she thought
her glare was focused on her.
Then Ai reached them, and put her back
protectively between herself and Annabelle.
“Hey, Belle. What’s going on?” she
asked.
To Annabelle, her voice was the same as
usual, a strange mix of energetic and bored.
Rachel, though, stared at her back at
the irritation she heard.
“I spotted a freak and was giving it
directions back to its cage,” Annabelle responded without missing a beat.
Rachel’s expression darkened, and she
opened her mouth to air her own anger.
Before she could speak, though, Ai
chuckled.
“Uh, Belle, I don’t think you should be
making jokes about people in cages, given your extracurricular activities,” Ai
laughed.
Rachel’s mind wandered, and she
suddenly found herself imagining Annabelle dancing in a cage.
It certainly wasn’t something she found
hard to believe.
A snort left her at the red glow to
Annabelle’s face, earning her a look that made her skin crawl.
“Screw you,” she snarled at Ai.
Unable to help herself, Rachel let her
thought out before she could fully wonder on the consequences of poking the
hornet’s nest that was Annabelle Vaughn.
“So if I got here on five dollars at a
time, what’s that say about your measly ones?” she quipped.
Something in the cheerleader’s
expression killed any amusement to be found in her witty retort, and she again
felt what people described as someone walking over her grave.
Annabelle spun and stormed off without
another word, a sinking feeling forming in Rachel’s stomach.
“Thanks for stepping in,” she said once
the redhead was gone. “I was thinking she might swing if that had gone on much
longer.”
Ai turned to stare at her, a brow
raised in question.
“And so goading was the best decision?”
Rachel’s expression became more heated,
and she stepped closer to her with a smile.
“I said swing, not hit. Only you’re
allowed to hit,” she whispered.
Both women turned red, and the sense of
foreboding was, temporarily, forgotten.
Ai took the last bit of distance
between the two, putting her mouth next to the blonde’s ear.
As her blush darkened, her domme
personality asserted itself, signaled to Rachel by the low chuckle that
sounded.
“My classes are done today. And you?”
“Me too,” Rachel responded brilliantly
around a gulp.
“Hmm… Well, no idea about you, but all
this talk about cages and, were I to guess, you on your knees, has made me glad
I’m not wearing panties right now.”
Rachel groaned at that, her eyes
instinctively moving to her housemate’s skirt while her face felt afire.
“I would oblige you, if you asked
nicely, I think,” Ai laughed.
“Please
let me relieve you of your discomfort, Mistress,” Rachel responded.
The immediate speed of her response,
along with the sing-song tone she spoke with and the bright blush on her face,
made Ai grin…
As soon as they entered the apartment,
Rachel pulled Ai into a kiss.
Moans mixing between their lips, the
cheerleader pushed them down the hall towards her room.
When they passed the threshold, Ai
gently shoved.
Rachel squeaked in surprise as she went
toppling down onto the bed with a small bounce.
Ai quickly followed after her, pinning
the blonde beneath her.
“You were saying something about
relieving me?” she asked with a giggle.
Rachel rolled her hips beneath her, the
buckle of her leather belt pressing against Ai’s crotch as she did.
Ai groaned at the sensation.
The heat she’d managed to push down
while they’d walked home came back with a vengeance.
Seeing her blush, Rachel’s own lips
turned upwards in a large grin.
Getting her arms underneath her, she
leaned forward until her face was close enough to smell the slight strawberry
scent of Ai’s breath.
“Feeling a bit hot, Ai?” she quipped.
“Having no panties and a hot blonde
under me tends to do that,” the cheerleader retorted with an easy, if heated,
smile.
“And here I thought you were just
saying that to get me going,” Rachel laughed.
Ai laughed as her face lowered, her
lips a twitch away from Rachel’s.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
she panted.
Rachel felt her thighs getting wet at
the sound, and she crossed the last bit of space needed.
Their lips connected in a searing kiss.
A hand pressed against the hem of Ai’s
skirt, and a shiver ran through them both from the contact.
“Don’t mind if I do,” she gasped once
their mouths separated.
Ai’s response was interrupted by a moan
as Rachel’s hand slipped higher, nails lightly brushing against her wet skin in
its exploration.
As her fingers danced higher and higher
along Ai’s leg, the cheerleader’s breathing became heavier.
When an index finger slipped along the
curve of her leg to reach her inner thigh, Ai felt her heart begin beating
against her chest like a drum.
Rachel giggled at the noticeable wet
spot growing on Ai’s skirt, and slowed her hand’s pace to draw out the torture
just a bit longer.
When Ai realized what was happening,
she buried her face in the crook of Rachel’s neck and groaned.
“Don’t keep your Mistress waiting,” she
moaned.
Her breath on the blonde’s neck brought
a shiver through her, her belt once again brushing against exposed leg.
In her excitement, her hand moved of
its own accord to the top of Ai’s inner thigh.
Her fingertips found themselves
pressing against smooth, wet skin, and the blonde’s face flushed darker red.
“Well? Was I bluffing?” Ai laughed.
Her tongue flicked out to taste Rachel’s
neck, and the blonde’s eyes snapped shut at the sensation.
“No, Mistress,” she gasped.
She squeaked in surprise when, using
her closed eyes as an opportunity, her other arm was pulled from beneath her.
They fell to the bed, and the indignant
sound she had been about to make was cut off by soft lips.
Her moan vibrated through the kiss, and
when a tongue lapped at her lips, hungrily demanding access, Rachel gladly
accepted.
While she explored Rachel’s mouth with
her tongue, Ai pulled the captured hand up to her chest.
At the feeling of her nipples poking
against her flattened palm through the dress, Rachel moaned again.
Ai grinned into the kiss, her heart
hammering away at the feelings running through her.
When spots began dancing in her vision,
she unwillingly broke the kiss, though she moved no further than that.
“Did I say panties? I meant underwear,”
she laughed.
“You planned this,” Rachel pointed out
with a small smirk.
“And if I did?” the cheerleader
laughed, arcing an eyebrow in challenge.
“I’ll just have to work to meet your
expectations, then.”
Her hand reached Ai’s pussy then, and
the cheerleader moaned as two fingers curved upwards inside of her.
While her middle and ring fingers
slowly worked back and forth inside Ai, she put the rest of her hand to use.
Her palm pressed firmly against the wet
mound, and as she began slowly rubbing against her clit, Ai started shivering
against her.
Her other hand eagerly toyed with Ai’s
breasts, her nipples pressing further out from the dress as she continued manipulating
them.
The heat became too much, and Ai gave a
loud moan as she came on Rachel’s fingers.
With a huff, she grabbed the hem of her
dress and tore it quickly over her head, exposing herself fully to Rachel’s
touch.
The blonde giggled as cum began pooling
on her jeans, feeding her own arousal underneath.
“You must’ve been thinking about this
all day, huh?” she laughed.
“M-Maybe,” Ai admitted with a brilliant
blush.
At the musical laughter her comment
received, the cheerleader’s eyes narrowed and her lips curved in a sultry grin.
Leaning closer to Rachel, she brought
her own hands along her chest, reveling in the feel of a bra through the cotton
under her hands.
“Why am I the only one naked, hmm?” she mused.
Not needing to be told twice, Rachel
quickly began fumbling with her belt.
While she slipped it free, Ai’s hands
slipped beneath the edge of her shirt and, slowly, her palms began ascending
her torso.
The shirt followed her journey,
bunching around her hands to expose the blonde’s quivering stomach.
As
soon as her belt was open, Rachel wasted no time freeing herself from her
jeans.
The denim was tight, and she found
herself twitching in her efforts to move them down from her hips.
Her squirming beneath Ai alerted the
cheerleader, and she smiled.
“Do you want me to help you with that?”
“Mmmm…
Yes, Mistress,” Rachel moaned.
Ai grabbed onto the waistband and began
slipping them down the expanse of Rachel’s legs.
She laid kisses down the blonde’s
stomach as she moved, leaving no skin untouched from her lips.
Rachel squirmed more with each kiss,
and she barely recognized that her jeans were gone when Ai finished pulling
them down.
Her movements jerky, Ai returned to her
torso and finished removing her shirt.
She flicked at a nipple through her
silver, silky bra, causing Rachel to buck up into her.
Her knee slid forward, pressing firmly
into Rachel’s groin.
At the wet feeling on her leg, she
smiled and pressed her lips to the blonde’s neck.
“Feeling good, Rae?”
A whimper was her answer, Rachel too
focused on grinding her hips against Ai’s knee to come up with anything more
coherent.
“I think I want to try something new
today. All that talk about cages gave me an idea. What do you think?”
“C-Can I cum first? Please?” Rachel
whimpered.
Ai giggled at her eagerness.
Of course, they hadn’t come across a
new thing yet that they both hadn’t thoroughly enjoyed.
“Hmm… That wasn’t very convincing,” she
quipped.
“Please, can I c-cum for you?” Rachel
groaned.
Grinning, Ai took a handhold in her
blonde hair and brought her face close.
She licked a fiery, wet trail from
Rachel’s jaw upward, until her mouth came to rest at her ear.
She lightly nibbled on the lobe as she
continued her knee’s grinding, until Rachel began bucking her ass off the bed
to maintain the touch.
Ai’s hand abruptly struck Rachel’s
cheek, just hard enough to sting her into paying attention.
Using the same hand to lightly trace
circles along the impact, she smirked into the blonde’s glazed expression.
“That was better, but it still didn’t
make me know what you want. I only want to let you cum for me if you’re
desperate for it tonight,” she giggled.
Rachel’s eyes snapped closed, and her
mind shut off in the face of the building, torturous pressure in her groin.
“P-Please, Mistress, make me cum for
you! It feels too good, and I-I don’t think I can h-hold it back much longer,
Mistress,” she gasped.
“I think that can be arranged,” she
giggled.
Her head was between Rachel’s legs the
next moment, her lips tugging the silky obstruction down with haste.
“Ready?”
Rachel moaned at the puff of breath on
her pussy, her thighs getting moister from the single word.
Taking the sound as acceptance, Ai
crossed the distance.
Her tongue made slow circuits around
Rachel’s labia, burning a wet trail along the skin.
Tasting the cum on her tongue, she
locked her lips on her core and began lightly sucking.
Her mouth slowly made another circuit
this way, curving around until she reached Rachel’s clit.
Smiling against her, Ai clamped her
lips tight and began sucking on the bundle of nerves.
“Be a good girl and cum right now,” she
ordered around the clit.
The blonde bucked violently and let a
screech free, her hips vibrating against Ai’s face.
Ai eagerly lapped at Rachel’s pussy,
drinking in every bit of her cum that she could.
When Rachel’s cries subsided to gasps, Ai
separated from her.
Licking her lips, she moved up to put
their faces level, her chin shining wetly.
Smiling up at her Mistress, Rachel
coiled her hand around her neck.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Ai trailed a hand along her jaw,
smiling when the blonde’s eyes closed and her body quivered.
“Good girls deserve rewards, naturally.
Now, then, about my idea?”
“Whatever you want,” Rachel moaned.
“Good to hear.”
She gave her a quick kiss before Ai ran
to her closet, and what they’d dubbed the treasure chest that hid within.
Rachel let herself fully enjoy the view
of Ai bent over as she rummaged through the box.
It was an unspoken rule that, in her
own best interest, Rachel wasn’t to look inside of the box, reserved for the
various implements they used in their sessions.
When she’d asked Ai in the past why,
she’d gotten the impression that there were things in it that Ai wanted to keep
secret until special occasions.
While wondering if this was such a
time, Ai finished her hunt and made a satisfied sound.
When she turned back to Rachel, she was
holding a thin, black leather collar in one hand and a long, coiled chain in
the other.
Rachel felt herself turning red as a
suspicion on Ai’s idea began to take form.
She noticed, much to her delight, that
Ai was slightly nervous, a cute blush coloring her own face and torso.
When she reached Rachel, Ai put the
tools down on the bed at her side, catching her gaze.
“I feel like it’s going to be an
educational day,” Rachel quipped.
Her humor relaxed Ai somewhat, and she
smiled at the blonde.
“Uh, yeah, I kinda’ didn’t think about
some stuff until after I’d turned around,” Ai admitted sheepishly.
Rachel brought her hand up to Ai’s
neck, quickly running her hand through her choppy black and red mane.
“I love
learning new things.”
While it was a definite break in the
mood, Ai found herself embarrassed beyond belief.
The idea had seemed great when she had
it, but she realized as Rachel caressed her that, once informed, it could
possibly scare Rachel off entirely.
Blushing, she took a deep breath and
forged ahead, hoping for the best.
“Okay, so collars can be, um, kind of a
big thing. They can also be like the other things we’ve done, just a way to
have a lot of fun without too much
seriousness involved. But, uh, knowing you and the Djed, it’d be pretty dumb of
me to just put a collar on you and not explain anything.”
Noticing the Asian’s discomfort, Rachel
put her other hand to use as well, lightly caressing her hip while she toyed
with her hair.
“I don’t know if I should be grateful
or embarrassed,” Rachel quipped. “C’mon, Ai, no need to be all serious. Educate
me, and I’ll decide for myself from there, just like always,” she soothed.
Ai smiled in spite of herself,
wondering on how lucky she’d gotten to get Rachel as a housemate and as a
submissive.
That the submissive was leading things
would normally be thought odd.
But like most relationships in life,
BDSM took willing participation from both sides, and she’d been clear from
their first session that Rachel could end things at any time with a single
word.
The empowerment of that had drawn
Rachel even further into Ai’s lifestyle, and it hadn’t taken long for the two
to find the role-playing beneficial for more than just their sex lives.
Taking a steadying breath, Ai picked
the collar up for Rachel to look at.
“Collars can mean a lot of different
things when it comes to this kind of stuff. They can be used for a number of
different play types, and they can also be a relationship symbol. There’re people
that use it as a kind of wedding band, even. They can show that a slave or
submissive is owned. For what I had in mind, though, I wasn’t really thinking
about what you might think. I mean, it’s been almost a year and all, and it’s
not like I’d be opposed to that kind of thing, but-”
“Ai, take a breath and relax. What was
your idea?” Rachel interrupted with a face peppered bright scarlet.
Suddenly, the blonde fully understood
Ai’s embarrassment, and reciprocated it.
But more importantly, the curiosity of
what Ai intended sent a thrill through her, causing her heart to speed up once
again.
“Right. Um, a while back I was playing
with the idea of testing whether you were up for a little exhibitionism. I kind
of chickened out, but not until after I’d gotten the collar and leash. I saw
you looking ready to fight, heard you talking about cages, and the idea just
kind of popped in my head that maybe using them would help you relax.”
Rachel’s eyes widened almost comically
at that, thoughts of being led around the campus naked making her feel like her
face was in the center of a fire.
The twinge running through her groin at
the thought was by far more interesting to her, though.
“Um, so I was wondering if you’d want
to do it. I wouldn’t go walking you outside or anything, unless you’d want to
try that, but I thought maybe if I walked you around the apartment for a bit,
you might get a feel for whether you’d want to do more?”
Ai cursed inside, blushing at her
tendency to ramble when nervous.
Somehow, though, it didn’t hurt the
growing mood for Rachel, the blush to Ai’s face unbelievably cute to the
blonde.
She slid her hand up the cheerleader’s
side until she reached the hand clutching the collar.
Smiling, she gently tugged at the
leather to get Ai’s attention.
“Why don’t we see if it fits well
enough to do anything, then take it from there?” she suggested.
Ai’s hands trembled somewhat as she
slipped the belt around Rachel’s neck.
The leather felt warm on her skin, sending
a pleasant thrill through her.
“Well? What do you think?” Ai asked
before taking a step back to admire the blonde.
Blushing, Rachel ran her hands along
the collar while her mind went to work.
“This is really comfortable.”
Ai heaved a sigh of relief at that, her
lips in an almost cartoonish grin.
Rachel leaned down and clipped the
leash onto the small D made of metal hanging down from the front of the collar…
Rachel and Ai sat on their couch,
pressed firmly against each other.
Beneath the blanket wrapped around
their naked forms, sweat shone brightly on their skin.
The leather of Rachel’s collar rested
as a comforting weight around her throat, and she smiled sleepily in her
Mistress’s arms.
Screams sounded from the television,
but the monster movie went mostly ignored as they reveled in each other’s
warmth.
A thought occurred to Ai, and her
contentedness dimmed somewhat as concern took root.
Rubbing at Rachel’s shoulder, she
turned her head so their eyes met.
“Rae?”
“Yeah?” the blonde asked sleepily.
“I don’t know what Annabelle’s problem
with you is,” she started.
She frowned as Rachel tensed against
her, but quickly forced down the ugly jealousy that took form without any
source.
“But I think you should maybe avoid
her. I mean, really avoid her. You see her, bail. She’s persistent and
vindictive.”
“I know,” Rachel sighed, sounding
impatient to Ai’s ears.
“Look, I don’t want to be on you about
it. I just don’t want you to get hurt,” Ai said with a defensiveness that made
her wince.
A soft smile formed on Rachel’s lips,
and she gently pulled Ai’s face down until their lips met.
When they pulled away from the quick
kiss, Rachel seemed more awake.
“I know. We have history, kinda’. I
shouldn’t have let her get to me, but I think if I just keep away from the gym
and computer lab, she’ll get distracted quickly enough.”
Something told her that she wasn’t
correct, but Rachel refused to acknowledge that tiny voice, energetically.
“Hey, Ai?” she asked while rubbing her
fingers along the leather of her collar.
At Ai’s answering eyebrow raise, she
smiled sheepishly.
“Do you mind if I, uh, keep the
collar?”
Ai grinned at her, running a hand
through her blonde’s hair.
“Go ahead, hun. I got it for you in the
first place.”
Rachel hummed in thanks before burying
her head more comfortably in the crook of Ai’s neck.
The rest of the night passed with
comfortable silence, Rachel falling asleep under the soothing caress of Ai’s
fingers in her hair...
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