Chapter 2
"Come here, kitty kitty."
The hurried sound of Yumeko's palms and shins scuffing across the floor was like music to Mary's ears. She swore she would never get sick of that sound.
"Hmm. So eager to please aren't you, little one?" Mary hummed. The blonde knew that the only time she could ever speak to Yumeko like this was in the seclusion of her own dorm room. She wanted to savor the moment. Reaching forward she let her hand fall through those luscious strands of black hair. Before her hand got very far, her house pet leaned into the palm as it reached the curve of her cheek.
"Anything for you, Saotome-sama," Yumeko answered dutifully. Mary's thumb traced the faint blush spread across the girl's cheek bones.
"Anything…?" Mary let the question roll off her tongue. It lingered in the air as if she was actually contemplating what to do next. In reality, her mind had been running over the hundreds of scenarios that could play out in that very room since the moment she woke up that morning. Looking into those dark, swirling eyes in front of her, she knew that Yumeko had probably done the same.
Curling her fingers, Mary grabbed a handful of the girl's hair. She tugged firmly—enough to a elicit a gasp from those sinful lips and said, "Get on the bed, little one."
Still sitting at the edge of her bed, she watched as the naked girl did as she commanded. With her breasts swinging under her, Yumeko quickly positioned herself on all fours facing Mary with eager eyes. "You've been a good girl so far, Yumeko," she said as her eyes raked down the delicious sight before her, "you cleaned my room much faster than yesterday."
The girl sat back, resting on her shins, "Thank you, Saotome-sama. I'm glad to have been of service to you."
Her voice was smooth and unwavering. But Mary knew it was all an act—the other girl was a master at bluffing, after all. Her eyes flitted down to the house pet's jaw. She could see that the girl was clenching her teeth. Further down. The girl's chest was rising rapidly, uncontrolled. Further down. Her underwear was soaked.
Perfect.
"Yes. Not bad… for a house pet," she said as she reached for Yumeko's breasts. The girl gasped.
"Mmmm, I'm sorry little one," she whispered, "are my hands too cold for you?"
"N-no, Saotome-sama. No, they're perfect," Yumeko panted. Her breaths were becoming shallow. The blonde knew that it was because she was caressing one of her favorite points of pleasure. She knew that if she wanted Yumeko to moan, all she had to do was—
"Ohhh…" Jackpot.
One of her hands had moved down to the house pet's stockings; dragging painted nails across the fabric covering her upper thighs. Never quite reaching where Yumeko wanted her most. It was intoxicating watching the girl's jaw grow slack with every movement of her hands.
Her thumb swiped across her nipple. A gasp. Fingers dragging upward, closer to the junction of her thighs. Another moan. Mary couldn't get enough of the power she had over the girl. She needed more. Her touch became more purposeful. Sliding the hand she had on Yumeko's breast to the girl's back, she forcefully molded their bodies together in one swift movement.
"Oh, please Saotome-sama! Please touch me," her hoarse voice tickled across Mary's lips. Their foreheads were mashed against each other—so close that she could feel the heat radiating off of Yumeko's gorgeous body.
"Now why would I do that, Mittens?" Despite her words, Mary moved her hands to the curve of the girl's ass, slipping her fingers under the fabric of the lacy thong.
"B-because I've been a good girl…?" Yumeko trailed off. Her hands were trembling from where they were perched on Mary's shoulders.
A laugh escaped from the blonde's lips. "I said you were good, so far, little one. But you seemed to have created another mess this whole while," she emphasized her point by twisting her fingers in the lace and tore the flimsy garment from the girl's body.
The throaty moan that ripped from Yumeko's throat was absolutely obscene. Mary quickly covered the girl's open mouth with her hand. Shit, the whole student council probably heard that from here, Mary thought.
"Tsk, Mittens. You know better than that," her free hand moved to pinch her rosy nipple. She watched as the dark eyes in front of her rolled back in pleasure. But still, she made no sound.
"That's better. Now, as I was saying…" Mary used her leg to further spread the girl's knees apart. She watched as Yumeko's wet pussy began dripping onto the blanket stretched across her bed. Fuck yes, she thought.
But the house pet wasn't the only one in the room that was affected. Mary took the hand that was still gripping her shoulder and interlocked their fingers, guiding them underneath her own skirt. Still interlaced, their fingers found wetness pooled between her thighs.
"You've made quite a mess, Yumeko. Aren't you going to clean that up?"