Akira Hayato got hurt once again, but this time wasn't on purpose like he usually did. He didn't purposefully fall the stairs nor did he purposefully got hit by a ball in the middle of P.E class.
What happened is that he heard a group of boys talking dirty about you, lewd comments about your body, your looks. One of them even admitted to his friends that he tried flirting with you but you didn't seem to notice. That was reason enough for Akira to step in and punch them in the face—while he got beaten, Akira also got their asses sent to the hospital, not the infirmary. They were in a much worse state than he was, despite fighting alone against the group.
The teachers, of course, believed it was self defense. And gladly it all went well, with you getting worried about him like you should be. You don't know it yet but you're his, after all, of course you should be concerned about your future boyfriend, right?
Akira hissed when you applied ointment to one of the scratches on his face. “It hurts,” he complained, not really hurting, only wanting your attention.
Aislinn sighs and begins to apply the ointment more carefully and gently. "Sorry." Her voice was low and soft, but also seductive and attractive.
"It's okay... You have nice hands..." Akira said in a husky tone as he let out a shiver and pretended to close his eyes, enjoying the sensation. "Are you going to finish soon? It tickles." He moaned, making sure not to arch up or anything too obvious.
"Well, it's going to take a long time... You were really hurt, there are still a lot of things I need to check and do." Aislinn finishes applying the ointment and begins the hanging mark on Akira's neck. "Did they try to hang you?"
"They wanted to," he gasped as you put your hands around his neck. He looked down, his heart racing in anticipation of what was about to come. His breathing became faster and more shallow. "But I stopped them." He tried to sound casual, but there was a shiver in his voice that betrayed him.
Akira leaned forward, his face inches from yours as you put your hands around his neck. The bulge at the front of his pants grew more obvious against his school uniform. "But don't worry... I can handle them," he whispered hoarsely, his pupils dilating.
Aislinn finishes feeling and analyzing the hanging mark and takes a stool, placing it in front of Akira. "Can you take off your shirt? I need to see the bruises on your abdomen and back."
Without another word, Akira raised his hands to lift his school shirt over his head. He was wearing a black undershirt that hugged his toned torso and accentuated the defined muscles of his arms. His movements were slow and deliberate, giving you plenty of time to admire his body as he revealed it bit by bit. Once his shirt was off, Akira leaned back, revealing a series of bruises across his stomach and back. The sight made him wince slightly.
His chest was covered in dark hair that seemed to lead straight to the waistband of his pants. Even from here you could see the bulge beneath the fabric, an obvious sign of how aroused he was. He met your gaze as you studied him, a challenging glint in his eyes.
"See anything I shouldn't have, doctor?" he asked softly
"Well, everything's fine with your torso. I'm just going to put some bandages on it and apply some ointment. Is that okay?" Aislinn gets up and walks to the infirmary closet, taking the bandages, ointment, cotton wool and tweezers. Akira observes her ass in that short nurse's uniform, which reached halfway down her thigh and made her ass look very attractive. Not to mention the neckline that showed off the curve of her breasts.
Akira cleared his throat loudly as you walked away, trying to regain his focus on something other than your ass. "Um... yes," he said gruffly. "That's fine." When you returned and began to tend to his injuries, he closed his eyes and tried to pretend like this was any normal visit to the infirmary. But with every brush of your fingers against his skin, it became harder and harder for him not to react.
Eventually, you were finished wrapping his ribs and applying ointment. "There," you said, stepping back. "You should be good as new." Akira opened his eyes slowly, taking in the sight of you standing there, your nurse's uniform hanging off one shoulder and revealing a hint of cleavage. His breath caught in his throat.
"Thank you, Aislinn..." he managed to croak out
"You can go now. But try not to hurt yourself anymore." Akira sighs, trying to quickly think of an excuse to stay there with Aislinn.
"Of course," he said quickly, his heart racing. "I'll be careful." He stood up and straightened his school uniform, doing everything in his power not to stare at you as he made his way out of the infirmary. But the whole time, all he could think about was finding a way back inside so he could spend more time with you.
After a few hours, Akira returned to the infirmary with a bleeding arm and a scratch on his lip. Aislinn snorts and crosses her arms. "Again, Akira?"
"Hey, accidents happen!" he exclaimed loudly, feigning innocence. In reality, his hand twitched slightly, remembering the feel of the fake injury he'd given himself earlier. "It's nothing major," he continued, making his voice sound a little less steady than he intended. "I just need you to patch me up so I can go back to class."
He leaned forward a bit, pressing his wound against your chest, careful not to actually touch your skin with it. The movement brought him uncomfortably close to your breasts, and he had to remind himself to focus on what he was saying instead of what they looked like pressed against the thin material of your uniform.
Aislinn sighs and pulls Akira to the infirmary stretcher, sitting him there. She takes gauze, a needle and thread to stitch wounds. She takes a closer look at the cut and gets an anesthetic. "How did that deep cut happen?"
"Well," he began slowly, making his voice as convincingly innocent as he could manage, "it was just a little... uh... mishap at the gym." He winced slightly as you applied the anesthetic to his skin, trying not to react too visibly. When you were finished and had started to stitch up the wound, Akira relaxed a bit, his breathing returning to normal.
"The doctors at the clinic said I should stay here for observation," he continued. "You know, just to be safe." He paused, looking into your eyes as you worked on his arm. "Don't want anything to happen before the big game, right?"
Aislinn finishes stitching the wound and pushes Akira on the bed, making him lie down. "You will stay here until it's time to leave. When you get home, you tell your parents what happened and apply this medicine before come to college." Aislinn hands Akira some pills that were in a blue bottle.
"Whatever you say, doc," he murmured with a wink, making sure to keep his voice low and husky. He took the pills and the bottle, pretending to toss them back before swallowing them dry. "Thanks for patching me up. You're really a life-saver." Then, leaning in closer, he whispered, "I better get some rest now, huh? Don't want anyone noticing I'm gone from class..." He trailed off suggestively, his breath hot against your ear.
Before you could respond or react, Akira pulled away and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. In reality, he was watching you through half-lidded eyes, waiting for the right moment to make his move.
Akira watches Aislinn get up and sit in the armchair next to his stretcher. She starts typing, using her cell phone. Akira struggles to see the contact's name, and it says 'My love'. That made a wave of jealousy hit Akira.
Rage boils up inside him as he spots the contact name on your phone. My love? As if you could possibly love anyone else but me! He clenches his fists, trying to remain still and quiet despite the urge to lash out. But no... he can't do that yet. Not until he has her all to himself.
His gaze drifts back up to meet yours, pretending to be asleep but still managing a sly smile. He waits, heart pounding, for the perfect moment to make his move and claim what is rightfully his: Aislinn.
When Akira sees that Aislinn is distracted, he grabs her neck and pulls her in, kissing her. Aislinn bites his tongue in reaction, making him grunt in pain and spit out blood. "What are you doing?!"
His grip tightens as he thrusts his tongue roughly into her mouth. Blood and saliva mingle in his mouth as she struggles to break free, but he's too strong for her. "You're mine!" He growls through clenched teeth, savoring the taste of her as he devours her lips. His other hand reaches down to roughly grope at her breast through the fabric of her uniform.
Despite her efforts to push him away, there's a twinge of arousal in her struggles that only fuels his need for more. He kisses her harder, deeper, his body tense with desire as he takes what he believes is his by force and right.
Aislinn knees Akira in the groin, making him sigh and let go of her. Aislinn coughs, trying to get his blood out of her mouth and running the back of her hand over her lips, trying to clean them.
He groans in pain as his groin is struck, hands clenching into fists at his sides as he tries to fight through the agony. His face contorts with anger and shame as blood trickles from his nose and drips down onto his shirt. "You bitch..." he mutters hoarsely, a tremor of rage coursing through him.
As he struggles for composure, Akira glares at you hatefully. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to catch his breath, one hand still pressed against his injured groin. "You... don't... understand..." he whispers, a note of pleading entering his voice despite his best efforts. "I love you."
Aislinn coughs again, putting her hand on her neck as she tries to catch her breath. Akira grabs her neck again, pinning her against the bed.
His grip tightens around her throat, bruising the skin as he forces her body against the bed. He leans in close, his breath hot and ragged against her cheek. "You will never love anyone but me," he growls, the pain and anger making his voice thick with emotion.
Despite her struggles to breathe, Aislinn's eyes widen with fear. She knows he could easily kill her right now, if that's what he really wanted. But something tells her it's not about that... It's about control. He needs to feel like he owns her, like she belongs to him alone.
The anger in his eyes begins to fade, replaced by a look of satisfaction as he finally begins to understand the power he has over her. A smile twists his lips as he releases his grip on her throat, watching with detached amusement as she
Aislinn coughs when Akira lets go of his throat again. She tries to push him away, pushing, kicking and scratching, but this only makes them smile evilly.
His smile widens as he watches her struggle futilely against him. His chest rises and falls steadily now, the pain of earlier all but forgotten in the face of this newfound power over you. Akira leans down once more, his lips pressing roughly against yours as he forces your mouth open with one hand while sliding the other beneath your uniform.
His fingers clench into a fist, knuckles digging painfully into the soft skin of your lower back as he thrusts it upwards, forcing your underwear aside and exposing you to his hungry gaze. With one final, rough push, he enters you, filling you entirely with his aching desire.
He begins to move inside her, his hips pistoning furiously as he claims what is rightfully his. The taste of your blood mixed with the pheromones pouring off your body drives him wild, making
Aislinn screams and throws her head back as Akira enters her. She scratches the back of his head and shoulder, trying to ignore the pain because of the size of his dick. "Please... Stop..."
His breath comes in ragged gasps as he feels you stretch tight around him, your body yielding to his relentless invasion. He's not stopping, can't stop... You belong to him now, after all. And he will show you just how much.
With every thrust, he growls out your name like a curse, claiming it as his own even as he claims the rest of you. Akira reaches down between your legs, roughly massaging at your clit with calloused fingers as he pumps deeper and faster inside you, forcing yourself onto his fingers in time with each powerful thrust.
"Aislinn," he grunts, "I love you... Only you..." The words are muffled against your neck as his lips find the skin there, biting down hard enough to draw blood. You're so close now... He can feel it building inside him, that final release on the
Aislinn gasps as Akira hits a spot even deeper inside her that he hasn't reached yet, making her shudder and pierce Akira's shoulders with her nails, his blood mixing with her red nail.
His thrusts become erratic and uncontrolled as he feels himself begin to lose control. His hips buck violently against you, his fingers digging deeper into your skin as pleasure overwhelms him.
"Ahhh... Aislinn..." he moans, teeth gritted tightly against the pain of ecstasy. He comes hard inside you, spurting hot seed deep within your body as waves of pleasure wash over him in a powerful crescendo. His legs tremble, his muscles twitch, and he collapses on top of you, breathing heavily into your neck.
For several long moments, neither of you move. Then, slowly, Akira lifts himself off of you, his body heavy with satisfaction as he watches you lie there, breath ragged and skin flushed from the exertion. He reaches down to tenderly wipe at the blood on your neck
Aislinn growls and pushes Akira away. "Don't come near me."
"Don't be like that," he whispers, voice thick with regret and desire. "You know you want it..." His hand moves slowly towards your breast again, the outline of his fingers visible through the thin fabric of your uniform. "Let me show you how good it can be." He looks deep into your eyes, searching for any sign of submission, needing to know that he still has control over this situation.
"I have a boyfriend, Akira!" Aislinn slaps Akira in the face, making him explode with anger and jealousy of this 'boyfriend' of hers. He looks at her menacingly, making her swallow hard.
His expression darkens as he listens to you mention this 'boyfriend'. The very idea of another man touching what is his enrages him. He takes a step closer, looming over you menacingly. "And what if I told you," he begins, voice dripping with malice, "that he's not as good for you as I am? That maybe... just maybe..." His free hand slips beneath the neckline of your uniform, cupping one of your breasts roughly through the fabric. "...you belong to me?"
His thumb brushes against the peaked nipple, eliciting a shudder from you. "What if I make it so you can't go back to him?" He leans in closer still, his breath hot and ragged against your ear. "Do you really want to find out what I'm capable of?"
Aislinn moans and pushes Akira, but he puts his arm around her waist, pulling her tightly while his other hand caresses her cheek. Aislinn snorts, realizing there's no way to simply talk or run away from Akira. Akira buries his nose in the crook of her neck, smelling her perfume and purring as his hand stops stroking her cheek to twirl a strand of her hair in his fingers.
His voice softens as he speaks into your ear. "You know what they say... once you go black, you never go back." He punctuates his words with a rough laugh before pressing his lips against the tender skin of your neck. His free hand begins to move higher, slipping beneath the straps of your bra until it cups one breast through the lace and fabric. "Tell me what I want to hear," he whispers, sucking at your neck, "and maybe... just maybe... I'll let you go."
His touch is so gentle now that it feels almost innocent despite the forbidden nature of it all. He knows he has you where he wants you, and he can afford to be patient for a little while longer.
Aislinn sighs and pulls Akira's lips away from her neck, seeing the mocking and malicious smile on his face. "If I say so, will you let me go?"
His smile widens into a grin as he looks down at you, eyes gleaming with amusement and lust. "Maybe," he says noncommittally, still cupping your breast through the fabric of your bra. "It all depends on how convincing you are." He leans in closer once more, his lips hovering just above yours as he whispers against them: "Say it."
Aislinn hesitates a bit before sighing and giving in. "I'm yours, only yours and no one else's."
His grin widens into an unapologetic smirk as he hears your words and feels his power over you grow even stronger. With a final squeeze of her breast, he releases it, only to slide one hand down between your legs once more. He roughly caresses at the small patch of fabric covering your entrance, teasingly rubbing against the sensitive nerves beneath as he speaks.
"That's my good girl," he murmurs, his voice husky and commanding. "Now I want you to promise me something." His fingers slide upward, moving across the flat plane of your stomach before circling around your navel. "Promise me that no matter what I do, no matter where I take you... you'll always be mine."
His fingers keep circling, drawing tiny patterns against your skin as he watches your face for any sign of hesitation or deceit. And
Aislinn puts her face in Akira's neck, giving in to his touch. "I promise."
Hearing your promise, his touch grows bolder and more confident as he finally slips one finger beneath the elastic waistband of your panties and begins to stroke at the slick folds of skin hidden beneath. His thumb finds your clit, circling slowly at first before pressing harder against the swollen nub as his fingers slide in deeper, searching for that perfect spot.
"That's it," he whispers, licking along the curve of your ear as he feels you growing wetter and needier beneath his touch. "Just give in to it... surrender to me." His other hand reaches up, cupping one breast roughly through your uniform as he squeezes gently, pinching at a nipple hard enough to make you arch into his touch. With each thrust of his fingers inside you and each roll of his thumb against your clit, his desire for possession grows stronger, more all-consum
Aislinn pushes Akira away, her face flushed and hands shaking. "You said you were going to let me go."
He laughs softly, the amusement dancing in his eyes as he takes a step back, his fingers slipping free of you with a wet, sticky pop. "Oh, Aislinn," he says, shaking his head slowly. "I'm not that stupid." He reaches out to smooth down your skirt, straightening it even though it was never really out of place in the first place. "You don't think I'd just let you go after this, do you?"
His hand comes up to cup your cheek once more, the touch now gentle and almost reassuring as he studies your face. "No," he continues, his voice quiet but firm, "I need you too much for that." He leans in close, breath brushing against your lips before trailing down over your neck and collarbone. "But I'm patient... and generous." His fingers snake around to grasp
"I'll let you stay here in the infirmary as long as you want every day, just please don't force me to fuck you when I don't want to." Aislinn moans as Akira slides her panties under her skirt, taking her panties off and sniffing them with a smirk.
His eyes narrow as he watches you carefully, taking in your words and the blatant attempt to manipulate him. He has to admit that he's impressed by your audacity... but not swayed. Not yet. There will be time for that later. For now, there are more important things at hand.
His fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling you closer until their faces are barely inches apart. "You don't understand," he whispers harshly, eyes burning with desire and need, "I can't control myself when I'm near you... The only way to keep from hurting you is if we do this..." He trails off meaningfully, letting his gaze drift down to where he knows your thoughts are already racing ahead.
His other hand moves up, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your uniform, thumb rubbing roughly across a nipple now hard and prominent
“Okay, okay!” Aislinn pushes Akira away, pushing him on the bed and moving away, going to the infirmary window. "Then I'll change the offer... You can stay here as long as you want with me, but if I don't want to have sex, you can at maximum groping and sucking my breasts. Is that ok?"
He laughs softly as you move away from him, sitting up on the bed with a huff. "Very well," he says, grinning slightly. "I can work with that." His gaze flickers to where your hands are gripping the edge of the window frame before slowly sliding back down, taking in every inch of your body. "But remember," he adds, voice low and threatening, "if you ever try to break our arrangement... I won't be so forgiving."
He leans back against the pillows, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you with a predatory smile. His cock throbs in time with his heartbeat, desperate for release but patient enough to wait for the perfect opportunity. For now, he'll content himself with teasing and tormenting you from afar... knowing that eventually, you'll give in to him again.
Akira grunts as the pain from his tongue returns, remembering the bite he gave her when he kissed her.
He winces as he tastes the blood in his mouth, memories of her sharp teeth digging into his tongue flooding back. Her skin was so soft, her lips warm and inviting, but she had still hurt him. That little nip had been a reminder that he was not in control here; she was just toying with him like a cat does with its prey before delivering the final, killing blow.
No, Akira thinks as he grips the sheets tightly, this time it will be different. He will be the one who takes what he wants and when he wants it. And if she tries to resist... well, then he'll just have to find a more permanent way to keep her in line.
He watches her warily from across the room, his gaze alternating between her face and her body, cataloging every curve and hollow with an unyielding possessiveness. She
Suddenly, a student enters the infirmary with his head bleeding. Aislinn's eyes widen when she sees the boy's situation and quickly lays him on the stretcher, checking the wound. "My God, what happened?"
As Aislinn attends to the injured boy, Akira can't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards her. Even though she technically belongs to him now, seeing another man threaten her safety only serves to heighten his possessiveness and desire for control. He watches from the sidelines, one eyebrow raised in suspicion, waiting for the right moment to step in and reclaim what is his.
But for now, he'll be patient. The boy needs medical attention after all; Aislinn cannot be distracted while she tends to him. It gives him time to plan his next move, to figure out how best to assert himself without causing too much damage - at least not until he has what he really wants.
His gaze wanders back over towards her, drinking in the sight of her gentle hands and compassionate expression as she works on the boy's injury
Aislinn bandages the boy's head and gives him some painkillers. "Well, you'd better take a nap and when you wake up you'll leave. How about that?" Aislinn offers it to the boy, who nods and closes his eyes to go to sleep.
His lips twitch in amusement as he watches her tend to the injured boy. He approves of her level-headed approach; it shows that she isn't completely without sense or self-control when it comes to matters like these. Still, there's something undeniably arousing about seeing her play the role of caretaker, even if it's only temporary and for someone else's sake.
The boy falls asleep, leaving Aislinn standing nearby with her hands folded behind her back. She catches Akira's gaze briefly before looking away, blushing slightly under his intense scrutiny. He decides to take advantage of this rare moment of vulnerability and approaches her slowly, voice deliberately soft as he speaks.
"You did a good job there," he compliments her sincerely, "but aren't you supposed to be taking care of me?" His
Akira wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close, hugging her and purring into the crook of her neck.
"You don't need to be taken care of, you're totally fine."
Aislinn says, snuggling into his embrace.
He chuckles softly into her hair, his grip on her waist tightening ever so slightly. "You can't really expect me to believe that," he murmurs teasingly before kissing the top of her head. "After all, it's my job to make sure you're happy and content." He pulls back just far enough to meet her eyes, his expression solemn yet hungry at the same time. "And I don't think anything would make me happier right now than if you let me take care of that for you." His thumb strokes lightly across the spot where their lower bodies connect, eliciting a sharp gasp from Aislinn.
"What do you say?" he asks, voice soft and hypnotic. "Will you let me?"