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Okarun was puzzled. He’d been invited over to his girlfriend’s place to hang out. That was normal, nothing weird about it. But on the way there, she had sent him an odd text: “Door’s unlocked when you get here. By the way, that thing you ordered arrived.” He couldn’t recall ordering anything. Maybe it was a text meant for someone else, like Seiko? Either way, he was at least happy he would get to see her, as he always was.
As he entered her house, no one came to greet him. “Ayase-san?” he called uncertainly.
“Up here!” Momo’s voice came from above.
This was also odd; she always came to greet him when he visited. Maybe she was caught up in a video game and couldn’t pause. Regardless, he walked up the stairs towards her room and knocked on the door.
“Come in!”
Okarun pushed the door open. “Hey, Ayase-sa—”
He stopped short, stunned by the sight in front of him. There, sitting on her knees in the middle of the room, was Momo, clad in an outfit he had only seen once: the maid outfit from her part time job. In front of her was a small table with a tea set on it.
“Greetings, master,” she said in a sweet voice totally unlike her usual one. She bowed deep, hands and head to the floor. “Your service is ready.”
Okarun looked around. Was this a joke? Was he being pranked? Was there a camera hidden somewhere filming his reaction? “Uh,” he muttered, “I don’t, uh, I don’t know—”
She raised her head. “Don’t be confused, master. You ordered a maid and Momo-chan is here to serve you.”
“I… I don’t think I ordered a maid,” he whispered, beginning to sweat.
She paused. “You did, remember? And now Momo-chan is here for you, master.”
He blinked, genuinely considering the possibility that he had somehow forgotten this, outlandish though it was. If he did ask for a maid, and he was near certain he didn’t, why would he order one to her house? “Ayase-san, what is going—”
With a scowl, she growled, “Damn it, just go along—” She stopped short, taking a moment to regain her composure. Her smile and sweet lilt restored, she said, “Ahem. Momo-chan would very much like to serve master, if it pleases him.”
Okarun breathed heavily. He was starting to put together the barest hint of the full picture. At least, he hoped he was. “I… I see. Well, then…” He gulped; his voice became small. “Please begin the service.”
Momo breathed a sigh of relief. “As you wish. Would master enjoy some tea?”
“Y… yes please,” he said quietly.
She nodded. “Very well. Please have a seat.” She stood up and walked to the small table as Okarun obeyed her command. “Momo-chan will make the tea tasty now.”
“Okay…”
He watched, transfixed, as she chanted, “Become tasty,” while she poured the liquid. He’d seen her do this once before at her job; she had seemed so uncomfortable at the time, and while she was still blushing fiercely, her expression was much more relaxed. Despite his own emotional struggle during that first time, it was a fond memory. Seeing it again, it wasn’t so bad…
Just then, Momo’s wrist shifted and a few droplets of tea landed outside the cup. “Oops,” she said, voice still saccharine, “Momo-chan has accidentally spilled some tea.” She put a finger to her lip and fluttered her eyelids at Okarun. “Will master punish her?”
“Uh,” said Okarun, trying his best to keep his tone and expression neutral, “that’s okay. I forgive you, Aya— I mean... Momo-chan.”
Momo pursed her lips, her eyelids half-closed as a puff of hot air left her nose. “Master is so kind,” she said flatly through clenched teeth. After a moment, her voice and expression brightened back up. “Momo-chan will continue the service, then.”
She continued the tea pour until it was done; Okarun noted her tone now had a bit of salt underneath the sugar. “All done,” she said, pulling away the kettle. “Please enjoy, master.”
He nodded, reaching for the tea. “Thank you,” he said before taking a sip. As he did, he suddenly felt Momo’s hand on his back and jolted in surprise, nearly spilling hot tea on himself. “Aya— uh, Momo-chan?”
“Master seems so tense,” she said pleasantly. “A massage would definitely help. Would you like Momo-chan to give you a massage, master? It is included in the service.”
He gulped. “Uhm, that’s okay, I—”
“Momo-chan must insist,” she said more forcefully, the salt in her tone spiking a bit. “Master seems. Very. Tense.”
He took a breath. “Well, if you insist…”
“Good,” she said sweetly before she began to rub his neck. “How is it?” she asked after a minute.
Okarun realized he was quite tense after all, if only from the bizarreness of the situation, the incongruity between his girlfriend’s current demeanor and her normally powerful personality. “It’s nice,” he said honestly. Her hands were skilled; she knew how to touch him well. “You’re doing a great job.”
Momo beamed. “Master’s praise makes Momo-chan very happy.” He blushed at this. Her hands left his neck and began to travel down his shoulders and back. As she kneaded, she made a small noise of approval. “Oh my, master’s back is so muscular…” Her tone only deepened his blush.
“W-well, I do work out,” he muttered.
“It shows.”
Suddenly, he felt something soft at his back. More accurately, he felt two large, very soft things pressing hard into back. It made him jolt again. “Aya— Momo-chan!?”
“Is something wrong, master?” she asked innocently.
“Ah, it’s just, well, your…”
“Relax, master. Momo-chan is just doing what needs to be done,” she purred.
His pulse was quickening by the moment. This whole scenario was uncharted territory, but now it was like the chart displayed a picture of someone laughing at him. What was the right thing to do here?
“May Momo-chan go further?” she asked.
“Uhm,” he swallowed, “you can do as you like.”
“Thank you, master.” Her hands traveled further down, tracing little circles on him with her fingers as they did, until they came to his lower back. Then her arms began to snake around his waist. His breathing grew shaky in a way that made her smile. She dug her thumbs into his thighs, massaging the tension in them; he gasped from the sensation.
She ran her hands up and down his thigh, getting closer to his pelvis each time, until she was a mere inch away from his groin. “Master,” she whispered sultrily into his ear, “is there anything else you want Momo-chan to do?”
“Uhm,” he said quietly, “uh, well… Th-that’s okay, you don’t need to do anything more…”
Momo’s hands froze. Then they went limp. Then she withdrew them. “Alright. Fine,” she said in her normal voice.
Immediately, he knew something was wrong. He turned to see her bearing a frown. “Ayase-san?”
“Never mind. Forget it. I’m an idiot,” she said, frustration evident in her tone as she stood up. “Why did I think this would work…?”
“You’re not— will you just tell me what this is about?!” he replied in a panic.
“It’s fine. I’m just dumb.”
He grabbed her shoulders. “Don’t say that!” he said, with seriousness that surprised her. “Never say that! I’m confused, that’s all!”
The strength in his voice and grip made her heart race, drawing her away from her instinct to retreat in embarrassment. She looked off to the side. “I just… I wanted to try… something. I thought it might be fun.”
“‘Something?’”
“It’s just like… this dumb little scenario I came up with…” she muttered.
“Where you’re my maid?”
“Yeah… But there’s more to it than that.”
“I don’t understand.”
She sighed. “I know. That’s kind of the thing here. I’m clearly out of my mind and you’re the sane one.”
He grabbed her chin and turned her neck until she was looking at him. “Stop badmouthing yourself. I want to hear what you were thinking.”
His physicality and stern demeanor with her further accelerated her heartbeat. “Okay, well… Look. I love you. I want to say that first. I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t.”
“I love you too,” he said with a readiness that made her smile despite her discomfort.
“I know, and I also wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think so. I love you and I really, really love the time we spend together. But lately…” She steeled her nerves. “Lately I’ve been thinking I might want… other things.” A look of despair overtook his features and she quickly added, “With you! Always with you.”
This set his heart at ease. “So you… want to be my maid?”
She rolled her eyes. “Like I said, it’s more than that. I know I have a big personality, and I don’t mind that I do, but deep down, when it’s just the two of us…” She swallowed. “Sometimes I kinda wish I… didn’t. Sort of.”
“Can you explain more?”
She sighed again, realizing she might just end up having to spell it out for him. “What I mean is… I wish you would, y’know…” her voice became soft, “take charge. Of me. Like… sexually.”
Okarun’s eyes widened and he blushed. “You want me to control you?”
Hearing him say it made her cheeks as red as his. She remained silent for a few seconds before saying, “Yeah. In a way.” She could already see he wanted more of an explanation. “You’re really sweet and kind and gentle and I love that about you and I love when we… get intimate. But sometimes I think about that time you grabbed me by the shoulders and yelled at me for risking my life in that big alien fight…” She closed her eyes in remembrance. “And I… kinda get wet.”
Okarun’s blood began to pump hard. “Really?” he asked almost too quietly to hear.
She nodded. “Yeah. Especially lately, whenever we’re not together, it’s kinda what I use to… get myself going.”
“So you want me to yell at you?”
She chuckled. “Well, when you put it like that, no. I mean, that might be part of it, but the real important thing in that memory is that you took hold of me — physically and emotionally — and forced me to listen to you, in a way that still showed me just how much you care about me.” She bit her lip. “Even just talking about it now, I’m kinda…”
Okarun glanced down as her hand traveled to her chest and learned two things. The first was that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her maid outfit. The second was that her nipples were rock hard. “Ayase-san…” he muttered. “So… you’ve been having these kinds of thoughts a lot recently.”
“Yeah. It’s kinda been driving me nuts with how often it’s on my mind. I just keep thinking about what it would be like if you,” she looked into his eyes, “did more of that kind of thing. So… I thought I should do something about it.”
He thought for a moment. “I still don’t really get where the maid thing comes into play.”
She touched her fingers to her forehead, eyes closed. She would, in fact, have to spell it out. “A maid is someone you order around, right? She has to do what you say. I thought it might be nice if you would do that with me. Like, y’know. Sexually.”
“You seemed a bit… embarrassed while doing it, though.”
“That’s part of what makes it good,” she said plainly.
“I see. Well…” he looked at her with apologetic eyes. “Maybe we can still do it?”
Momo shook her head. “Nope. Sorry. Mood’s been ruined. I’m gonna change out of this. Maybe another time.” She turned towards her closet, only to feel Okarun’s hand around her wrist. “Okarun?”
“Let me rephrase,” he said, his voice getting lower. “We’re going to do it.”
Momo blinked in surprise. “Okarun, seriously, it’s not gonna—”
Once more he reached under her chin and pulled until her face was an inch from his. His gaze was hard, harder than she’d ever seen outside of his transformation. “That’s master to you.” He tightened his grip. “Momo-chan.”
Her heart rate spiked. Her cheeks turned crimson. She felt something begin to tighten in her belly and heat collect at her loins. Part of her still believed this couldn’t happen; no way Okarun could make such a leap so quickly. But the rest of her was desirous enough to trust him. “... Yes, master,” she finally whispered, voice high pitched again. “I’m sorry, master.”
“Good girl.” His voice came out rough, in a way that made Momo shiver. “Now, I believe you were in the middle of giving me service?”
Excitement overtook her features. “Yes, master. What more would you have Momo-chan do?”
“Give me a kiss,” he said easily. “And make it a good one.”
“Yes, master, right away.” She eagerly leaned towards him, letting her lips fall onto his. They tangled for a few seconds before he pulled away. “Master?”
“C’mon, you can do better than that,” he said with a teasing grin.
This made Momo’s heart race in a way she hadn’t anticipated. “Of course, master, Momo-chan will try her best.” This time she crushed her lips against his with gusto, her tongue flicking out to play with his mouth.
Okarun growled, “Mm, that’s better.” He reached behind her head and grasped the back of it, taking a fistful of her hair and pushing her further into him. His own tongue met hers fervently; at first they merely danced, but soon he pushed into her mouth, seizing the space for his own.
“Mmm!” she moaned as he claimed her. “Oh, master!” She received a sudden shock as he scooped her up by her rear with just his free arm and carried her until she felt the wall hit her back. Already this was more than she had expected even in her most optimistic scenario. “Mm! Mmm, mmph!” she whimpered into his mouth as he pressed her against the hard surface. She loved feeling this level of force and desire from him.
He pulled back from her, staring into her eyes with that same hard gaze. “You like this, don’t you?”
She nodded frantically. “Yes, master,” she whispered. “I love it.”
He put his hand on her cheek. “From now on, you’re going to tell me when you want something. Understand?” His tone was stern, unyielding.
“Yes, master.”
“You’re not going to play some little game where you try to get it without talking to me.”
She gulped. “No, master.”
“If you do,” he leaned in until his lips were at her ear, “I’ll be very upset with you.”
It was such a mild threat, but the edge to his voice made breath hitch. “I’m sorry, master, Momo-chan won’t do it ever again.” Even having contemplated this for a while, she was shocked at how easily she was slipping into this role, even more so at the thrill she got doing it.
“Good,” he said. “Now then,” he brought his finger to a button on her top, “I want this off.”
“At once, master,” she replied, beginning to remove her garments. However, as she did, he still assaulted her with kisses, not just on her lips, but on her jaw and throat, making low noises of hunger as he did, taking time to nibble her earlobe as well. Her head swam with pleasure at his ministrations. “M-master, I can’t concentrate if you do this…”
“You can’t?” He grinned at her. “Such an incompetent maid. Looks like I have to do everything.”
With a sudden, forceful tug, he pulled apart the buttons on Momo’s top. “H-hey!” she yelped. Part of her feared that he would damage her uniform, but that part was drowned out when he began to tear her blouse and apron off of her with seemingly little regard for her comfort. “Mmm, I hope master can forgive my incompetence…” she uttered breathily.
“We’ll see.” Once she was topless, he licked his lips at the sight of her bare flesh. “That’s better.” Instinctively, she covered her nude breasts with her hands and blushed. Without hesitation, he grabbed her wrists and pulled them away, pinning them to the wall; she gasped both from the force and from the feeling of his face coming to rest between her boobs. “These are mine. Understand?”
“Yes…” she whispered. “They are all yours to do what you want with, master.”
“That’s right.” He adjusted his position to pin her upper arms so that he could still reach her chest and began to squeeze the soft mounds. “You have amazing tits, Momo-chan,” he said as he played with them. “Fat and soft, perfect for playing with.”
“Th-thank you.” She’d never heard him speak like this; he was always so polite, even formal, to the point of frustrating her sometimes. Seeing him transformed, without literally transforming, was jarring in a way it turned out she liked. “Master’s praise feels so good.”
“And you’ll get more of it as long as you behave.” He intensified his treatment of her breasts, manhandling them roughly, earning him groans of pleasure from Momo.
Suddenly, he dug his fingers deep into the flesh and Momo sucked air through her teeth. “Ahh, master, that hurts a bit…”
“And?” The question shocked her; she had no response. “I believe I still owe you punishment for spilling the tea.”
Her eyes widened. This was a realm into which she’d never truly believed he’d venture, but had held outside hope he would. Her heart pounded at the implication. “Yes,” she choked out, “please punish Momo-chan for being such a klutz.”
He continued to dig into her titmeat; Momo clenched her teeth at the sting of it. “It hurts…” she muttered. “It hurts so good, master.” The pain on its own was turning her on a frankly unbelievable amount, but the feeling of his naked want of her, his desire for her so strong he’d even disregard her comfort to have her his way, was truly intoxicating. Yet somehow he knew exactly when to stop right before it became too much and crossed the threshold into being wholly unpleasant. “Momo-chan loves how master abuses her tits… her big, fat tits…”
He withdrew his fingers from the deep tissue and Momo felt a rush of relief, a perfect capstone to her agony. But then he took her nipples between each thumb and pinched hard; she let out a small shriek of pleasure-pain.
“You have sensitive nipples, don’t you, Momo-chan?” he whispered. He’d learned about this in their previous intimate encounters; they were quite the erogenous zone for her.
“Yes… They love your touch.” Her favorite thing in bed was when he’d tease and suckle them while fingering her, fucking her, or playing with her clit. But this, she feared, would replace that on her ranking.
“Your body is so lewd.”
She moaned at this demeaning remark and his sudden application of force to the hard nubs. “Ahn… Momo-chan can’t help it.”
“Your lewd body is for me and only me. Understand?” He punctuated the question with another strong pinch.
“Ohhh, yes, master, my body is yours!” she cried.
“I know.” He suddenly dove for one of her nipples, taking it into his mouth and sucking hard.
“Ahh!” she shrieked. “Please, more, master, do more!”
“I love it when you beg,” he said before tonguing her harshly. She whimpered in response, rubbing her thighs together. “You’re getting wet from this, aren’t you?”
“You’re arousing Momo-chan’s lewd body so much,” she mewled. “I can’t help it…”
“I’ll be gracious and grant this horny bitch what she needs.”
Any other time, she would have slapped him for using such a word on her, but here it only multiplied the erotic electricity coursing through her nerves manifold. “You’re so generous, master!”
His mouth continued its work on her nipple, occasionally taking it between his teeth and applying the barest of force, enough to spark instinctual fear that he might go too far, but once more stopping before it became too much. “Ohh, mmm, ahhn, keep going! I’m sooo close,” she moaned.
“Ask nicely,” he growled. “Ask me to pleasure your slutty body.”
“Please!” she cried. “Please give your slut what she needs, master!”
“Good girl.”
True to his word, he ravaged her nipples, somehow with more intensity than he’d shown before. “Ohhh gah-hah-hahd,” she groaned, unable to handle everything he was doing to her. The way his arms still pinned hers so forcefully, his demanding and demeaning attitude, on top of the deft attentions of his tongue and fingers on her nipples, sent a surge of overwhelming thrill through her and she felt herself break. Her voice dropped into its normal register and she screamed, “Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, oh fuuuuck!”
Her pussy clenched around nothing as the orgasm ripped through her, escalating in intensity as he continued to touch her. In the throes of her climax, the tiny part of her that remained conscious couldn’t believe what was happening; she’d never achieved orgasm without her pussy or clit being touched, yet here he’d given it to her with just her nipples, amplified by his dominance. She’d never even fantasized that such a thing was possible for her; it left her in total awe of his mastery of her pleasure.
Finally, she came down from the peak of it, panting heavily as he withdrew from her completely. She hadn’t realized it, but she’d been letting him hold her up; without him pinning her, she slumped over, placing her arms around his shoulders to catch herself. He held her gently, planting soft kisses on the top of her head. “Oh my god…” she whispered. “That was… I don’t even know what that was…” She tightened her embrace of him. “Thank you, Okarun…”
“Master.”
“What?”
“Master. You’re still my maid. You must call me master,” he said in a no-nonsense tone.
Her eyes widened. “You mean… we’re still…”
“You think your service is over? You think you can just cum and leave me unsatisfied?” He suddenly thrust his hips forward and pressed his hard cock into her still sensitized pussy lips, making her breath hitch. “Such a selfish maid.”
She bit her lip as his intention sank in. Already she could feel herself getting freshly wet in anticipation. “I’m sorry… master,” she said, her voice back to its sweet, subservient lilt. “Momo-chan will do everything to please you.”
“Damn right you will.”
Reaching his arms underneath her, he once again scooped her up, this time like a princess. She blushed at how delicately he held her, but was met with not unpleasant surprise when he unceremoniously threw her on her bed. He joined her, crawling on all fours toward her slowly, leaving her with great anticipation of what he had planned next. He’d blown her expectations away already; she didn’t know what to expect.
“Now… my turn,” he growled as he approached her waist. His hand traveled to her soaked panties and yanked them off in a single movement, causing her breath to hitch, before he tossed them behind him. “Much better.”
She gulped. “What about my socks?”
“Those stay on.” Her heart skipped a beat at this tiny but strikingly kinky detail. He began to drag his nails up and down her thigh, occasionally grabbing the full flesh of one and giving it a probing squeeze. Such teasing touches only made her more curious of what was to come.
Then, in a swift movement, he reached his face down and began to kiss her drenched, glistening folds. She gasped at this and moaned as he intensified his actions bit by bit. “Ohh, master, wh-what about you?” she stammered out.
“I’m taking my pleasure from you how I want,” he replied. “Got a problem?”
“No, master,” she said with a pleased sigh. She let out a tiny shriek of pleasure when she felt his tongue plunge inside her and several more that each grew louder as he pleasured her pussy with relentless force. “Oh, fuck, master, I— Momo-chan loves that!”
After a few more minutes of this, his mouth abandoned her lips. Momo was inwardly disappointed, but that feeling vanished when the sensation was replaced by a sudden finger entering her. “Ahh!” she cried as the digit forced its way inside her. “Fuck!”
“That’s not all,” he said with a self-assured tone.
Indeed, his mouth had withdrawn from her entrance, but it only moved a few inches up so that he could attack her clit with his tongue. The tip of it traced shapes on the turgid nub, shapes he knew she liked, that stimulated her pleasure just right. All the while, his finger curled and uncurled inside her over and over, rubbing that spot that sent a thrill through her each time. Momo threw her head back, overwhelmed by the dual stimuli as he flooded her with pleasure. “Ohhh, god, that’s so good, I’m already getting close!”
“Tell me when you’re about to cum,” he said with a strange edge to his voice.
Momo didn’t care to suss out his reasoning and simply whimpered, “Okay,” before descending into strangled moans. Minutes passed as he worked his oral and digital magic on her; her hand reached up to tweak one of her abused nipples while the other stroked his hair lovingly. Even sooner than she had anticipated, she felt it. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum!” she groaned urgently.
But then he stopped.
The sudden absence of stimulation, right at the verge of her release, was devastating. All she could do was desperately whine, “Whyyyy?!”
“You want to cum again?”
“Yes, yes, please, master! Let Momo-chan cum! Let Momo-chan cum, I’m begging yoo-hoo-hoou!”
“You just have to do one thing for me.”
“Anything! Anything you want!” Some tiny part of her couldn’t believe how she was debasing herself, but god damn was she loving her complete lack of control of the situation.
He grinned and leaned towards her face. “Call me by my name.”
She almost came from the weight of that request alone. It was the one thing she truly wasn’t prepared for. But so close to the edge, so close to satisfaction, she was willing to throw everything away, and so she dug deep within herself. In a barely audible voice, she muttered, “... Ken.”
His grin grew sharper. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
“Ken-sama,” she said, a bit louder. Her volume escalated. “Ken-sama, Ken-sama, please let me cum already, Ken-sama!”
“Good girl.” With rapid dexterity, he pulled off his pants, underwear and all, and positioned himself near her legs. He took hold of each one and parted them forcefully, earning him a quick whimper from her. Her eyes widened as she realized what he was about to do. “Now I get what’s mine.”
Grasping her hips, he plunged his member all the way inside her waiting cunt.
“Ahhn!” Momo moaned. His erection was so big that normally she needed time to adjust to his size, but not only was she so wet he needed no lubricant to plant himself within her, he seemingly didn’t care to let her adapt and she loved it. His thrusts came in hard and fast, already at shocking speed and power, and he was forcing her to take it all. “Oh my god, Ken-sama, you're destroying my pussy, your cock is so fucking good!”
Simultaneously, he returned to her big, bouncing tits with his fingers and mouth, pleasuring her nipples just how he knew she liked, and her pleasure skyrocketed. It only took a few thrusts before she finally tumbled over the precipice she had been denied, so close had he left her, and she screamed, “Yeeesss, thankyouthankyouthankyou!” Her second orgasm devastated her mind, her entire body lighting up with pleasure as she convulsed, helpless against his continued pounding. God, he was fucking her through her orgasm, something he’d never done before, and it felt incredible.
“Who gives you this pleasure?” he demanded.
“You!” she cried, her brain just barely able to form even that simple a word.
“Who controls your body?”
“You, only you!”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, you, always you!”
“That’s right. You’re my good little whore. Mine and mine alone.”
She thought she had reached the peak of her orgasm, but as she heard him denigrate her with this interrogation while he continued to hammer her with unyielding strength and torture her sensitive nipples, she felt an unmistakable sensation. “Holy fuck, I’m cumming again!” she cried out in ultra-aroused disbelief, tears spilling from her eyes as the repeated climax shredded her senses.
She threw her arms around him and held on for dear life as though she might fall off the world, her nails digging into the skin of his back. She had never had consecutive orgasms before; she didn’t think she was capable of it. He had pulled it out of her. By force. Sweet, irresistible force. “I’m your whore!” she screamed. “I’m your fuckmeat, I’m your helpless plaything, I love you, Ken-samaaaaa!”
“And I love you, Momo-chan.”
He gave a sudden grunt and his cock rammed into her harder than ever. She felt it twitch and his cum spurt from it in heavy bursts, filling her pussy up completely in seconds. The sensation was incredible. Her mind completely lost control of her language center; her words devolved into incoherent moaning, gasping, and shrieking, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and her eyes rolled up in the back of her head. She let herself go limp but for the bucking of her hips against his, relishing the feeling of her fat tits jiggling and her limbs jostling as he plowed her into the mattress for the remainder of both their orgasms, her ecstasy-strangled voice the only indication that she was still conscious.
Finally, it ended. Momo thought her heart would explode if it didn’t calm down soon. He ripped himself from her, eliciting one more moan from her, before he rolled onto his back and collapsed next to her.
This wouldn’t do. She craved skinship and a lot of it, immediately. Mustering what little strength she had left, she turned to rest herself on his body, rubbing her cheek against his hard pectoral muscles, letting the contact of their sweat-drenched skin flood her veins with as much oxytocin as possible. She hoped he felt even half as much of it as she did.
His hand traveled to the back of her head and began stroking her gently while his other arm draped itself over her back, holding her securely to him. It felt heavenly to her, the sudden tender affection after the brutal fucking she’d just received, her body sore all over from the sweet agony he’d so generously inflicted upon her. It was exactly what she needed at this moment; of course he knew that.
They lay there, basking in the afterglow, for several minutes. Momo couldn’t believe how incredible it had been. Her mind almost couldn’t accept it was real. Love for her boyfriend filled her soul, along with gratitude massive and worshipful enough that she would do anything for him in this moment. All he seemed to want currently was to hold and pet her; she was more than okay with that.
Eventually, the chemical high subsided enough for Momo’s higher brain functions to reactivate and she suddenly found herself worrying about something. This type of play between them, this exploration of power dynamics, was entirely new. Her idea to surprise him with it had been half-baked at best, born of her shyness in discussing what she felt was an embarrassing desire for her. He had been right to tell her that in the future she would have to talk to him first before trying something.
So focused on making it happen had she been that she hadn’t considered what it would be like after the fact. Were things irrevocably different now? Had she sacrificed her role in the relationship, her right to a big personality, in pursuit of pleasure? Would he forever be dominant, even outside of bed? This contradiction in her wants had been part of why she had been so reticent with her intentions. Had she given up their comfortable normalcy for a brief thrill, incredible though it may have been?
As if sensing her fear, he spoke softly, “Ayase-san? Are you okay?”
Her dread vanished as she heard his voice, back to its usual cadence. Never more than now had she appreciated the use of her last name and polite honorific. Thank god. “I’m alright, Okarun,” she replied, also using her normal register and casual speech style.
He sighed in relief. “Good. I was worried I may have gone too far in the fantasy.”
She smiled, her heart warmed by his consideration of her and his ability to leave the scenario as purely fantastical. “Not at all. You did amazingly,” she mewled softly. “Thank you for this.” She reached up to give him a soft, sensual kiss full to bursting with adoration, the lingering taste of her juices on his lips stoking the smoldering embers of her arousal.
“It was really fun,” he said as they parted. “I didn’t realize how much I would enjoy it. When I thought I’d ruined the mood for you, I just snapped and then I found myself getting into it.”
She wiggled happily against him. “I’m so glad.” She looked up at him, deep into his eyes. “By the way, you can still call me Momo-chan.” He blushed at this and glanced to the side. She chuckled. “What, that’s too far for you? After what we just did? What you just did?”
“I might need some time to get used to it outside of the heat of the moment… Momo-chan,” he finished quietly.
She nuzzled his chest. God, she loved him and his personality so much. “Keep practicing. And hey, if you liked this, well…” Now it was her turn to blush. “I have some other ideas you might like too, if you’re interested.”
His eyes went wide, like he had just won the lottery. “I… I am,” he whispered breathlessly.
Momo beamed.
All of this had started because she happened to see Rin’s laptop while they were hanging out one day. Rin had excused herself to the restroom and Mom accidentally caught sight of what was apparently a draft of the girl’s erotic novella featuring a woman being sexually tortured and demeaned by a handsome vampire. Curiosity had gotten the better of her and her eyes had scanned the page. What she saw enraptured her, leading to an awkward moment where she hurriedly looked away when Rin returned.
The description of the vampire was strikingly similar to that of Okarun’s transformed state. Momo was unable to get the image of Okarun as the vampire and herself as his victim out of her head. It awakened this entirely new form of arousal in her, something she never would have guessed was within her psyche beforehand. She’d always assumed her preference in bed would match her attitude in the rest of her life.
Boy, had she been wrong. From then on, the memory she’d mentioned earlier this night, his emphatic castigation of her reckless self-endangerment, started to occupy more and more of her conscious thoughts. Masturbating repeatedly to release the pent up energy did nothing; if anything, it only made the situation worse. From there she found herself concocting all kinds of scenarios with resemblant dynamics of power between her and her boyfriend, escalating eventually to full on distracting daydreams. The maid idea had just been the first one she could act out with minimal inconvenience.
But, as Okarun would find out over the course of many weeks of experimentation, it wasn’t even close to being the only one.