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“I want for you to fuck me even if I say no. I want you to take me even if I cry or scream.”
By the time Ai finally stirred, sunlight had already climbed halfway across the room. The world outside was awake—cars murmuring below, a bird landing on the sill, but the apartment still felt wrapped in its own slow rhythm.
Mae was already in the kitchen, hair messy, still wearing yesterday’s sweatshirt. She moved quietly, careful not to wake Ai until the smell of toast and eggs made that impossible.
When Ai finally emerged, blanket draped over her shoulders, Mae just smiled and held out a plate.
“Eat first,” she said softly. “We talk after.”
They ate together on the couch, a blanket around both of them, the TV flickering low with one of Ai’s comfort shows—something about cooking competitions and impossible desserts. Mae pretended to pay attention, laughing at the right parts, but her mind was elsewhere.
She kept thinking about what Ai had told her the night before.
About wanting to explore something dangerous, but not dangerous. About wanting to lose control, but safely. About trust—the kind that went deeper than words.
When the show ended, Mae reached for the remote and turned the TV off. The room quieted. Ai blinked at her, still chewing a bite of toast, as Mae shifted so that they sat facing each other.
“I wanted to talk about what you said last night,” Mae began.
Ai’s gaze dropped immediately, a blush climbing her cheeks. “Oh.”
“Hey,” Mae murmured, reaching out to tilt Ai’s chin up. “Don’t hide. I just want to make sure I understand you right.”
Ai nodded, eyes soft. “Okay.”
Mae took a breath. “You said you wanted to try something that… feels real. Something that might scare you a little, even though you know you’re safe.”
Ai hesitated, then whispered, “Yeah. I just—I want to see if I can handle it. But only if it’s with you.”
Mae studied her for a long moment before nodding. “Then we’ll do it right. We plan it, we talk through every step. If you ever say stop, it’s done. If it gets too much, we pause. No pretending past that point.”
“Got it.” Ai’s voice was steady now, more confident. She fiddled with the blanket’s edge, the tiniest smile tugging at her lips. “You always make me feel safe, you know.”
Mae smiled back. “That’s the goal.”
There was a pause—soft, warm, full of something almost electric.
Mae leaned back slightly, watching Ai with quiet fondness. “So here’s what I was thinking. Not tonight. But soon. You’ll go about your day like normal. Work, errands, whatever. And then, when you least expect it, I’ll show up. No warning. We’ll see how you react.”
Ai’s eyes widened a little, excitement flickering there. “Like a test?”
“Like a story,” Mae corrected. “Something just for us.”
Ai let out a shaky breath and laughed. “You and your dramatics.”
Mae grinned, but her tone softened again. “I mean it, Ai. The second you don’t want it, you tell me. I’ll stop.”
“I know,” Ai said, voice quiet but firm. “That’s why I trust you with it.”
The silence that followed wasn’t empty—it was heavy with mutual understanding, like they’d both stepped into something fragile but unbreakable.
Mae brushed a crumb from Ai’s lip with her thumb. “You okay?”
Ai nodded, a shy smile forming. “Yeah. I just… can’t believe you’d do this with me.”
Mae tilted her head. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because most people would run from stuff like this.”
Mae’s laugh was soft, almost private. “I’m not most people.”
That made Ai laugh, too, and she leaned her head onto Mae’s shoulder, the blanket slipping down to their elbows. Outside, the sunlight shifted again, spilling gold across the floor.
For a while, neither spoke. The TV stayed off. The city moved on without them.
When Ai finally whispered, “So when?” Mae only smiled.
“You’ll find out,” she said. “That’s part of it.”
Ai nods, and her chest is tight and her pussy is already tingling in anticipation. And despite the way her heart thudded in her chest, she found that she couldn’t stop smiling either.
Rain had stopped an hour ago, but the streets still glimmered with the film of it—neon signs pulsing off wet asphalt, the smell of noodles and exhaust curling together. Ai balanced a paper bag on one hip and scrolled through her phone with the other hand, half-reading a message she wouldn’t answer yet. The noise of traffic filled every pause in her breathing.
It was a normal night, the kind that felt anonymous. She liked it that way—no one looking too long, no one asking questions. Just the static comfort of people who didn’t know her name.
She ducked into the small convenience store near the station, fingers cold from the damp air. Inside, everything hummed: refrigerators, soft music, the low buzz of the lights. She grabbed what she needed—water, a packet of crackers, batteries—and headed toward the counter.
Outside, her reflection followed her in the glass door. Tired, pale, eyes somewhere else. She blinked it away.
When she stepped back onto the sidewalk, the city felt different. The hum was still there but lower, like someone had turned the volume down without asking. A single van idled near the curb—engine soft, windows dark. She barely noticed it at first.
Her phone buzzed again. Mae had texted.
still out?
Ai smiled faintly, thumbs moving.
just heading back.
She never hit send. The vibration in her hand cut off mid-motion. The sound around her folded inward—one of those moments when a city seems to hold its breath.
A hand covered her mouth.
Everything after that happened too fast to catalogue: the smell of leather, the scrape of shoes, the dull thud of her bag hitting the ground. For a heartbeat she thought it was a mistake, someone grabbing the wrong person. Then the streetlights blurred into a single smear of white and her knees hit metal. Door slam. Motion.
Her pulse was the only thing she could hear clearly.
She tried to twist, to speak, but whoever was behind her murmured something low—steady, controlled. The voice should have been terrifying. Instead, it was confusingly familiar.
“Don’t fight,” the voice said. “You’re safe. Just breathe.”
It couldn’t be—
But it was.
Mae.
The world kept moving, the van turning into the stream of traffic, red lights strobing across Ai’s skin. She stopped struggling, more from shock than obedience. Mae’s hands were still on her shoulders, careful but unrelenting.
Neither of them spoke for a long time. The city outside blurred by, the rain started again. In the reflection of the window, Ai saw only her own wide eyes and the faint shape of Mae’s beside her, both caught in the same flickering light.
The van slowed, and the noise of the city faded behind them. What remained was the hum of the engine and the wet hiss of tires on asphalt. Ai’s pulse finally began to settle, though her breath still came too quickly.
She recognized the rhythm of the turns. She knew this route.
When they stopped, Mae didn’t move at first. Only the soft click of the hazard lights filled the quiet. Then a hand brushed Ai’s arm—light, reassuring, unmistakably gentle.
“It’s me,” Mae whispered. “You’re okay.”
Ai nodded, her voice somewhere far away. Her hands trembled as Mae reached forward and pulled the hood from her head. The cool air hit her face, carrying the smell of rain and streetlight. She blinked, eyes adjusting.
Mae looked at her for a long moment—a wordless check-in, asking a question without speaking it. Ai gave a tiny nod. That was all Mae needed.
The doors opened. The air outside was damp and heavy, the street deserted except for the orange glow of a flickering lamp. Mae guided her out of the van with a hand at her back—steady, certain, protective.
Neither of them spoke during the short walk up the narrow flight of stairs. The sound of their shoes against concrete echoed too loudly in the stairwell, every step layered with the memory of what had just happened.
At the top, Mae unlocked the door to a small apartment. She pushed it open, and Ai followed. The space was dark except for the faint gold spill from the hallway.
Mae didn’t turn on the lights. Instead, she let the door close behind them, sealing the night out. The air inside was warm—quiet in a way that made Ai’s heartbeat sound even louder.
Mae’s voice came from just beside her ear. “We’re here.”
Something in her tone—low, calm, deliberate, anchored Ai back into herself. The fear that had fluttered at the edges of her thoughts softened into something steadier.
Mae stepped closer, their shadows blending against the wall. Ai could feel her presence more than she could see her—the scent of rain still clinging to her clothes, the subtle rise and fall of her breathing.
Mae lifted a hand, hesitated for half a second, then rested it lightly against Ai’s shoulder. “Breathe,” she murmured. “You did good.”
Ai exhaled, the tension finally loosening from her chest. The adrenaline hadn’t faded completely, but it had changed—turning into a different kind of energy, quieter, heavier.
Mae moved past her then, deeper into the room. A soft click followed, and a single light came on—dim, golden, like candlelight. It threw long shadows across the floor, catching on the outline of the furniture, the glint of water still in Mae’s hair.
She turned back toward Ai, her expression unreadable in the half-light.
“Come here,” she said quietly.
Ai took a step forward.
And that was where the night began to change.
“Hi,” Mae said, her tone calm but weighted, eyes fixed on Ai as if trying to memorize her.
Ai hesitated. “What are you doing?”
Mae’s lips curved faintly—not a smile, more like a thought that hadn’t finished forming. “Just watching you,” she said after a beat. “You look so beautiful.”
Ai blinked, unsure how to respond. The light flickered, catching in Mae’s eyes, and for a second the air between them seemed to hum—not with fear or romance, but with the strange gravity that always came when their worlds overlapped in moments like this.
Mae reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against Ai’s sleeve. The touch was so sudden, so gentle, that Ai gasped—a small, sharp sound that seemed to echo in the quiet room. Mae didn’t pull away; she just held her gaze, steady and calm, waiting for Ai to breathe again.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Mae continues, her voice low. “I’m going to ruin you, whether if you like it or not.”
Ai whimpers, her eyes squeezing shut as the hand on her shoulder begin to move across to her belly, pushing through her t-shirt.
“Please, don’t,” Ai stammers, her breath catching as she tries to twist away, but her grip only firms, holding her still. “Stop.” Her voice cracks on the last word, trembling with something she can’t quite name.
Mae returns quietly, her hand gentle in her hair as she leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead. “Are you okay?” she asks softly.
“Yes,” Ai whimpers. Her heartbeat is quick, her pussy is absolutely soaked, and she wants Mae more than she’s ever wanted her before. “Please.”
Mae lets out a noise, and Ai feels a shiver running through her own body, setting deeply in her stomach.
“I’ve been watching you,” she continues. Mae pulls Ai and urges her onto her knees. Ai follows easily, her eyes wide and mouth open. “I saw your red lips, and thought about how they would feel on my pussy. I thought about your thighs, and how they would feel around my head.” she breathes. “I’ve waited for this moment, and now it’s finally here.”
Mae reaches for the zipper on her leather pants, and Ai tries to get away, trying to go to the other side of the room, but before she can get there Mae has her hand in her hair and pulls it, drawing her closer until her vision blurred at the edges.
“Babe, stop trying to get away,” she whispers, reaching into a drawer and taking out a pair of handcuffs. “Be a good girl for me and I won’t hurt you.”
Ai glares at her, managing to twist one hand free long enough to press against Mae’s chest, trying to put distance between them. She only smiles, before pulling both of her arms behind her back, putting the pair of handcuffs on her.
“Next, you’re going to eat me out,” she murmurs as she finally takes off her pants, and Ai’s eyes go wide when she sees that she’s not wearing any panties.
“Fuck you,” she spat out, and Mae slids her hand into her hair, guiding her mouth to her very wet pussy. Ai closes her lips and tries to get away once again, and Mae pushes her head forcefully against her heat. Ai moans before surrendering, she sticks her tongue out and starts.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she moans as she stares deeply into her eyes. Her hand entwines in her hair again, using her grip on her head to guide her to where feels good.
Her eyes glisten with tears, and she can feel her heart beating out of her chest as she continues to eat her out.
“Fuck, you’re amazing being my good girl,” she says as she throws her head back in pleasure. “Gonna come on your mouth, baby.” she murmurs and pushes her away instead. Ai stares at her in confusion while she gets up and takes off her pants and panties, baring her pussy to her. She lays her down before going to her room and getting her favourite strapon along with a vibrator.
She shivers in anticipation when Mae comes back. She covers her body with hers, kicking her legs apart and she can feel her hot breath against her skin.
“I’m going to fuck you with this, along with some extra fun. I’ll stretch you so wide when I force my cock into your pussy and you’ll feel so good.” she says. “You’re so wet for me. You want this, don’t you?”
“No please,” she begs as she tries to run away again, but Mae holds her in her place, her t-shirt taken off, leaving her only in her lacy bra.
“Please don’t,” tears slip from her eyes, not from fear or pain, but from the rush of anticipation coursing through her.
“No, no no,” she whimpers but Mae doesn’t listen. She puts her cock against her pussy and pushes it fully in roughly. Ai cries out, and she moans when she pulls out then pushes back in, then turning on the vibrator and putting it against her clit.
“Oh fuck, you’re so pretty under me,” she moans as Ai sobs and tries to push her away, but she continues holding her still as she starts going hard and fast, her cock splitting her open.
“Please, harder,” Ai moans, unable to help herself anymore longer. “Please, please, oh fuck!”
“You love this, don’t you?” she asks, and Ai moans as she turns her vibrator to the highest setting, sending Ai over the edge. She screams when she comes, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.
“Baby, good job,” she murmurs, and she moans as a response, her whole body going light. “I’m so proud of you.”
She pulls her cock out of Ai, and carries her into the bedroom, her movements slow and steady now. The tension from before is gone, replaced by something quiet. She sets Ai down on the bed and brushes a few strands of hair away from her face, her touch feather-light.
“Hey,” she murmurs, her voice soft again. “You with me?”
Ai nods faintly, her breathing still uneven. Mae smiles, pressing a kiss to her temple before reaching for the blanket at the foot of the bed and wrapping it around her. The fabric smells like home, like detergent and sunlight.
Mae sits beside her, one hand tracing small, soothing circles on Ai’s arm. “You did so well,” she whispers. “You’re safe now. Just breathe.”
For a while, neither of them speaks. The room hums with the sound of their breathing, steadying together. Ai leans against Mae’s shoulder, eyes half-closed, a faint smile touching her lips.
Mae keeps holding her, grounding her, until Ai’s heartbeat slows and her body fully relaxes.
“Do you want water?” Mae asks quietly.
Ai hums a sleepy yes, and Mae gets up to bring it—still glancing back every few seconds, making sure Ai is okay. When she returns, she helps her sit up, holds the glass steady, and tucks her back in.
The night feels softer now. There’s nothing left to prove, nothing to pretend. Just the warmth of skin, the steady rhythm of trust, and the quiet promise that everything is okay.