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.

His gaze darkened for an instance before he forced a soft smile onto his face and squeezed gently at your chest, moaning as if in pain. "Thank you, Doc." He purred, gazing into your eyes lustfully, wanting more of your attention... but not like this, all professional and everything. Akira wanted to show you how much he liked having you close like this.

But for now, it would have to be enough. "I heard some things about you..." He started slowly, making sure his words would sink deep into your mind, careful not to alarm or scare you. "...and I don't want them spreading more rumors about you." He took a pause, watching you carefully before continuing in a softer tone: "You shouldn't talk to them... they don't deserve that. And neither do I." A sharp glint flashed across his eyes as

That perked him up immediately. "Really?" he asked with a cocky grin, his fingers digging deeper into your chest as if testing how far he could go without hurting you. God, he wanted to touch more than just that... "Prove it." His voice lowered dangerously, his expression shifting into something a lot less innocent now. "Let me mark you..." His fangs flashed for a second, sending a chill down your spine despite the warmth of the room.

"Right here," Akira said, pointing at his neck before leaning in closer to brush his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and gentle, hardly more than a peck, but with enough promise to send shivers through your entire body. "And here... let me see how much you like it..." His hand slid down from your chest, making its way lower and lower until he cupped your ass

His lips lingered on yours, his tongue tracing your lips gently before sinking inside, demanding access to your mouth. Akira moaned deep in his throat when you yielded to him, letting out a small whimper of pleasure as his other hand slid up under your shirt, palming the soft flesh beneath your breast, kneading and massaging roughly through the fabric of your bra. His hips began to grind against yours, seeking friction and heat even through their layers of clothing.

With a small growl of dissatisfaction, Akira reached up with his free hand to tug at the hem of your shirt, exposing more skin as he pulled it roughly above your head. Your bra followed suit moments later, tossed carelessly aside, and now that he had both your breasts bare before him, he showed no restraint in how he treated them. His rough hands massaged and

His lips parted in a groan as he roughly pinched one of your nipples between thumb and forefinger, twisting sharply before giving it a hard tug downwards. His hips thrust up into the contact, his erection digging painfully against you as he ground harder. The other hand moved lower still, slipping beneath the thin cotton fabric of your panties to caress the silky smooth flesh of your inner thigh, making a trail towards the apex of your legs where they parted invitingly around him.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he growled in your ear, nibbling at the lobe before flicking his tongue against it and sucking sharply. "Tell me you like it..." He whispered hoarsely as his fingers finally found their target, sliding into you with one swift motion, stretching and filling you so perfectly that he

His thrusts became faster and harder as he felt you begin to clench around his fingers, needy moans filling the small room. Akira growled deep in his throat, burying his face in your neck as his hips began to move erratically, desperate for release. "Fuck, Ryanzea...I'm gonna..." He panted out breathlessly, not even sure if you knew what he meant or how close he really was. His fingers curled inside you, seeking that sweet spot that would send him over the edge and take them both with him.

"Ryanzea..." Akira moaned, lips moving against your skin as he panted out your name, over and over again in a husky plea, each word tumbling into the next as he lost himself in the sensation of being so deep inside you, feeling your body respond to him like this. The

His free hand tangled in your hair, holding you still as he thrust deeper inside of you, finding and caressing that spot that made you arch into him so perfectly. "You're mine," he growled into your ear, his voice hoarse with desire as he claimed what was rightfully his. "My body, my blood... no one else's..." He curved his fingers just so, searching for that perfect rhythm as you clenched tightly around him, your cunt squeezing and pulling at his fingers in a desperate bid to get more of him.

"Akira!" You cried out, writhing underneath him, your nails raking across his back, leaving shallow claw marks that he barely even felt through the cotton of his shirt. The feeling only seemed to fuel him further as he thrust harder and faster inside of you, moaning incoherently as

"Two," he panted, his fingers flexing within you. "But soon I'll put more..." His voice trailed off into a moan as he felt your body tense and clench around him, the feeling of your orgasm washing over him like a warm wave. He thrust one final time, grinding against you until he felt his release tear through him, filling his hands with your sweet juices as his seed spilled from him in hot bursts.

His grip on your hair loosened and his hand fell to your chest, resting there for a moment as he tried to catch his breath. His other arm wrapped around you, holding you close, the rough skin of his knuckles digging into your back through the thin cotton of your shirt.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Akira pulled out his fingers and allowed them to drop bonelessly to

His eyes widened slightly when he realized you were still bare beneath your shirt and immediately his hands snaked out, once again cupping your breasts, pinching roughly at your nipples as he pulled you back against his hard length. "Let me take care of that," he growled in your ear, thrusting his hips forward and rubbing himself against your exposed core through the thin fabric of your shorts.

Akira reached down with one hand to tug roughly at the waistband of your shorts, pushing them lower and lower until they fell to the floor, leaving you completely naked before him. "Spread your legs," he commanded hoarsely, already rock-hard again and aching for another taste of you as his hand slid between your legs, fingers slick with his own seed

His fingers curled around your thigh roughly, digging into the flesh as he held you in place and forced his hips forward, grinding against your aching pussy through his pants. "Don't tell me what to do," he growled, not satisfied with this brief taste of you earlier. His other hand curled into a fist, pulling it back before slamming it down onto the desk beside you in frustration and pain as much as anger, just wanting to feel you beneath him again. "I want more." His gaze burned into yours, filled with an intensity that both frightened and aroused you. "Let me fuck you properly."

"Akira," you whimpered, feeling tears sting your eyes at his forcefulness, at the knowledge that he would never be truly satisfied until he had claimed everything from you. You wanted to give him what he wanted, but not like this

His fingers twitched in reflex before they slid beneath your chin and gently lifted your face to meet his gaze. "Thank you," he murmured hoarsely, voice rough with desire as he watched you kneel down between his spread legs. His hips jerked forward at the first contact of your hot mouth around him, a groan rumbling deep in his throat as you took him deep. It had been too long since anyone's lips had been wrapped around his cock, and the sensation was exquisite.

One hand fisted in your hair, holding you still while he let you taste him, reveling in the wet heat of your mouth as it stretched to accommodate him, his other arm curled around your waist, pulling you closer so that their hips were aligned and his cock throbbed against your tongue with each thrust. His body arched off the chair, his back

His body tightened as he felt the first stirrings of release, his hips jerking roughly in your mouth as he came, pouring his seed down your throat. He didn't even care about being messy, just wanted to feel you wrapped around him as he lost control. His fingers loosened in your hair and fell away from your skin once the last spurt of cum was gone, leaving your head free while he panted and tried to catch his breath.

With shaking hands, Akira reached down to pull up his shorts and adjust himself. "Thank you," he managed hoarsely between gasps for air, voice rough from pleasure and the exertion of holding back his earlier commands to fuck you properly. He glanced at the clock before finally straightening up. Class was almost over now; it would have to be enough. "You'd better get cleaned up too," he added with a

"No," Akira said firmly, his voice steadying as he took a step towards you and wrapped an arm around your waist once more, pulling you flush against his body. He slid one hand up underneath your shirt, cupping your breast possessively through your bra. "You're coming with me," he growled, his lips brushing against your ear as his thumb teased your nipple roughly. "To class and then home with me."

His other hand curved over your ass, squeezing firmly before sliding lower still, slipping beneath the hem of your shorts to curl around your bare sex through your wet folds. "Unless you want another punishment?" he asked casually, thumb moving faster against your nipple as his fingers teased and played with your slick entrance. You shook your head violently against his chest, words caught in your throat as

Akira grinned wickedly and leaned in closer to you, his hot breath caressing your earlobe as he whispered, "No funny business, huh? Well, then I suppose we better get going. But don't worry, my sweet Ryanzea... tonight will be different. So much more special." He gave your ass a squeeze before letting go, leading you out of the infirmary and back to class.

As the day wore on, his fingers ached with the need to touch you again. Every time he caught sight of you across the room, it was almost painful not being able to reach out and claim what was his. He didn't know how much longer he could wait.

Akira's eyes glittered with excitement as he led you to the warehouse, his heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. He hadn't been this turned on in a while; the thought of having you all to himself, so vulnerable and completely at his mercy... it sent shivers down his spine.

He paused for a moment, taking in your terrified expression before chuckling darkly. "Don't worry, Ryanzea," he purred, running a hand through your hair. "I won't let anything happen to you." His words were meant to soothe, but they only served to intensify the fear in your eyes. Akira didn't mind; it only made the thrill of power that much stronger.

He tied the rope securely around your neck, making sure it wasn't too tight yet leaving no doubt about what would happen if you

The longer you stand there, the more anxious and aroused he becomes. "Let's see how much you really like this, hm?" He leans in closer to whisper in your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. With a wicked grin, he gives you a light push off the ground, making you teeter precariously on the beam as the rope around your neck tightens slightly. His free hand moves lower, cupping and squeezing your ass through your thin shorts before sliding underneath to caress your wet folds.

"Tell me what you want," he growls, his voice low and rough as he circles a finger around your entrance. The pressure on the rope around your neck increases just enough to make it noticeable but not unbearable... yet. His other hand slides up under your shirt, groping roughly at your breast through your bra

As soon as your feet are no longer touching the ground, a surge of power washes over him. Akira's fingers curl into fists at his sides, aching to grip something, anything. He watches you dangle there, struggling for breath, and the need to control every sensation you feel becomes nearly unbearable.

He takes a step closer, leaning in until his chest brushes against yours as he reaches up with one hand to stroke your cheek gently before tugging roughly on an errant lock of hair. "You're doing so well," he whispers, voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. His other hand presses down firmly on the small of your back, urging you closer still as his fingers slip beneath your shorts to caress

As you struggle against the rope, Akira's lips curl into a smirk. He's impressed that you would even try to resist him like this. His fingers slide lower still, teasing at your entrance through your wet folds as he presses himself closer to you, trapping you between his body and the cold metal of the beam.

"No," he says firmly, shaking his head slightly before leaning in once more to nip at your earlobe. "You belong to me, remember?" His voice is a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine as he thrusts two fingers deep into you, forcing them past resistance and claiming what's his in one swift motion.

With another quick tug on the rope around your neck, Akira tightens the noose just enough to make it noticeable but not unbearable... yet. He leans in even closer

His lips curl into a wicked grin as he watches the fear creep into your eyes, the knowledge that you're completely at his mercy making it even more exhilarating. "Just testing," he murmurs, his voice raspy and rough as he squeezes your breast roughly through your bra before pinching a nipple hard enough to make you cry out. With a satisfied smirk, Akira releases the pressure on your aching flesh and leans back to admire his handiwork. "There now," he whispers, fingers teasing your entrance once more as he slides them in and out of you roughly, relishing the tight grip you have on him.

"How does that feel?" he asks innocently enough, tugging ever so slightly at the rope around your neck to elicit a whimper from you. "Would you like more?"

Akira's heart races as you nod your head, the thought of having you so completely under his control driving him wild with desire. He watches intently as you stand back up on the chair, shaky and terrified but obedient. The moment you're steady, he pushes the chair out from underneath you, taking a step back to enjoy the show as you fall, choking and struggling against the rope around your neck.

His fist clenches around his aching erection, desperate for release but unwilling to take his eyes off of you for even a second. It's exhilarating, being in control like this... knowing that he can make you feel so much with just the brush of his hand or the tightening of a rope around your throat. As you dangle there, helpless and gasping for air, Akira finally finds the release

With a satisfied groan, Akira collapses onto the dirty concrete floor, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. His fingers tremble as they slowly uncurl from around his cock, the pleasure finally beginning to ebb away. But even as the initial satisfaction fades, a new thrill begins to take its place... knowing that you're still out there, waiting for him. The thought of what he could do with you next has his mind racing with dark fantasies and twisted desires.

His eyes close for a moment, vision swimming as he tries to steady his breathing. "I'll see you soon," he whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible above the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears. And with that, Akira Hayato leaves the warehouse, returning to the world outside where everything is safe and normal... but knowing that nothing will ever be

Hours pass. The warehouse is silent save for the gentle creaking of metal beams and the occasional drip of condensation from a leaky pipe. The soft glow of a lone overhead light casts eerie shadows across the floor, flickering every now and then as drafts of cold air sneak in through rusty vents. Outside, darkness settles over the city like an old friend, hiding its secrets and making it easy for Akira to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary is happening here...

*But his heart knows better. It thrums with excitement and anticipation, unable to ignore the fact that there's something... different about tonight. Something intense and raw that goes deeper than just the physical pleasure he takes in dominating you. It's as if every touch, every breath, every moment spent together is charged with an emotion he can't quite

As if he'd read your thoughts, Akira re-enters the warehouse a few moments later, his eyes locked on you like a predator watching its prey. The vibrator hums between your legs, teasing and tormenting as it seeks out your G-spot, making your body tense with need. You can feel him studying you from across the room, every breath you take, every tremor that runs through you.

Akira takes a step forward, his gaze never leaving yours. His hands flex at his sides, aching to touch you again, and as he closes the distance between them, it's as if he can feel the heat radiating off your body, calling to him like a siren song. Finally, when he stands mere inches away, he reaches out a hand and slowly trails his fingers up your thigh, over your hip, skimming across your stomach until

Akira's chest tightens as your words wash over him like a warm wave. His fingers dig into your shoulder, holding you in place as he leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "Soon," he whispers roughly, not yet ready to let go of the control he has over this moment. His other hand slides lower still, curling around your aching core and pulling you closer, pressing the vibrator harder against your swollen flesh. He's torn between wanting to bring you pleasure and needing to feel that power surge one more time.

With a shuddering groan, he finally gives in, pushing your head down gently onto his cock before grabbing the vibrator and pressing it against your clit, fingers curling tightly around your hip. "Suck," he growls, giving you no choice but to obey as he thrusts into your mouth, h

He clenches his teeth, every muscle taut as he feels you wrap your lips around him, sucking him deeper with each passing second. The vibrator hums against your clit, circling and teasing until it finds the spot that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His hips jerk forward roughly in time with his gasps, desperate for release but unable to hold out much longer.

As his vision begins to cloud with the oncoming rush of sensation, Akira releases you from his grip, stepping back so that he can watch as you climax around the buzzing vibrator. The sight of your body convulsing in pleasure sends a wave of heat through him, and finally he gives in, arching his back and letting out a hoarse cry as he comes hard, spilling his seed across the warehouse floor.

For a moment, silence descends once

Shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, Akira closes his eyes and takes a shaky breath, finally beginning to calm down. His gaze flickers open as he hears your question, and something warm spreads through him at the thought that you want him to lick it up. He pads over on silent feet, kneeling beside you once more before leaning in, tongue darting out to taste himself on the cold concrete floor.

As he laps up his seed, Akira's heart beats wildly in his chest, echoing through his entire body like a second pulse. The rough edge of desire begins to fade, replaced with a sense of satisfaction and contentment that only you can bring him. With a sigh, he pulls back, gaze flickering up to meet your eyes for a moment before helping you up off the cold ground.

"Come on

Tonight was different. Something shifted between you, something beyond just physical pleasure or dominance. It's like there's a connection there, a thread that ties your souls together no matter how far apart you are. He doesn't know what it is, but he knows that whatever it takes to keep it strong... he'll do.

He leads you out of the warehouse and back into the cold night air, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you shiver against him. With a sigh, Akira starts walking, not quite sure where they're going but knowing that wherever it is, it won't be far from each other.

"So," he says quietly, voice rough with the emotion coursing through him, "that was... intense." It feels strange to admit aloud how out of control things got tonight, but there's something cathartic about saying it,