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You've escaped but the taste of freedom isn't as sweet as you thought it would be.
There is that intense gaze of purple eyes staring at you from across the room. Silent and penetrating. Electrocuting and heavy with desires. Enough to make you shudder on your own seat and squirm in uneasiness. The weight of his eyes on you is prickly against your skin, forcing you to duck out of view and drop your head down, fingers tightening around a spoon.
When you raise your head to check again, no trace of him remains as the restaurant resumes its usual clamor. The ghost of his gaze lingers as an afterimage that you’re haunted by the thought of him monitoring every motion of your fingers scooping the rice you’ve been trying to consume in peace. The first meal you’re taking for the day.
Your eyes would sneakily swoop in every direction, taking in every spot that he might have slid to. Not in the bar area, not in any of the empty tables, not in the direction of the bathroom.
The coast is clear.
There’s confusion ebbing at the back of your head.
Did he leave or was it a figment of your imagination? A product of paranoia following you wherever you go?
It’s a public space. He wouldn’t be able to do anything. Not if it threatens his public image. You kept it as a mantra inside your head, trying to convince yourself that Kamisato Ayato hasn't possibly been on your tail again.
You shake your head at the thought, finishing what was left of your lunch before you’re scrambling out of the place, tucking your coat back in your forearms, feet shuffling nervously against the paved sidewalk. There’s only one thing registering in your mind as survival instincts kick in and you’re joining the busy street at 5pm. You disappeared into the crowd, mixing in with the sea of faces in hopes of shaking off the lingering purple eyes tracing your desperation.
You wiggle through the crowd, carefully maneuvering through bodies after bodies till you find it safe enough to stop for a while. You’ve passed through different intersections, cut through shortcuts, you hope it was sufficient to deter him off your trail.
Once you deem the environment safe, you retraced your steps and sauntered forward to the hotel room you were checked in. The stairs were long, daunting in every step as you climbed all the way to your floor. You could have taken the elevator. It's the fastest way for you to reach your destination but you couldn't risk him catching your floor number in case he's still on your back.
Agitated feet shuffled through the floor, passing through rooms, mentally reading the metal plaque that identifies the room number.
403, 404, 405, 406.
You arrive in front of your door, 407, and you're slotting your key card in with a small beep, hastily closing the door behind you to take a peek through your peephole. Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you steady the rhythm of your breath.
Breath in and out. Huffs of your breath rebounds against the door, one eye focusing through the peephole.
No one is on the floor. Not a sight of his blue hair. Not even a shadow of some hotel guests roaming around.
It's safe and you relax, releasing the tension of your muscles as you slump your shoulders down.
"Found you."
A clear voice cuts through, making goosebumps crawl through your skin. The voice sounded too close and completely out of nowhere, taking you by surprise as you visibly tense once more. You didn't hear anything when he snuck up from your back.
Kamisato Ayato has made his way to your hotel room.
"I miss you so."
An overly sweet and sickening voice coos from close behind and you can hear the smile that settles on his face even without turning around.
There is warmth behind you drawing closer, almost pressing you against the door with his face inching at the side of your face. One hand comes up to tuck your hair aside as his nose brushes against the junction of your neck upwards to your ear. The warmth of his breath tickles your ear and dispersers in your hair as he breathes heavily and takes in your familiar scent.
"It's a little lonely without you."
If you don't know any better, the longing in his tone is akin to a lover missing his other half. Oh so deceptively sweet if he isn't one manipulative man who likes monopolizing your attention. To some extent, his words may contain the truth in them.
His hands find purchase in your hips, his touch a little firm against the fabric of your clothes. His voice, ladened in thick saccharine tone, sent shivers along your skin. Up and down, he's rubbing your sides, deliberate strokes as if in mock of how the situation has turned out.
You're whimpering. Not again.
Your chest rumbles, helpless in your dilemma.
Softly, his lips make contact with your skin, on your shoulders, before pushing himself from you but still close enough to prevent you from escaping his hold. Puffs of his warm breath come into contact with you.
"Look at me."
You would rather not.
"Don't make me say it again. You know better than to make me mad."
He talks like he's consoling a child. Silence greets him in return, even if you try to be a little defiant, you can feel your resolve crumbling. The head of the Kamisato clan does this all the time. Toy with you time and time again, letting you slip free and have a sweet taste of freedom only to snuff out that hope when he gets his hands on you once more.
He would never let you go. In his words, you're his and only his. You can't escape from him as you have no reason to because he will take care of you. He offers you everything you so wished for willingly. Whatever it is, just say the word and you'll have it in your palms.
Why wouldn't you want any of that?
Timidly, you turn your body around. His patience wore thin as he watched you closely, predatory. Ayato grabs you by the jaw, forcing your line of sight to his obsessive eyes. Fearful eyes stare back.
"Did you enjoy your little vacation?"
He didn't put too much force in his hold. His touch, a little firm yet not enough to leave a bruise but the heavy weight of his scrutiny made you uneasy, purple eyes lacking its usual luster.
Ayato's thumb swipes at your lower lip before patting softly, a sign of his impatience as he awaits for you to talk.
And while doing so, he's unable to hold back feeling your skin under his palms. It snakes all over you but barely touches you. His fingers skim along the length of your neck, brushing against your collarbone, and down to the buttons of your shirt without breaking eye contact.
One by one he undo your buttons, popping it free and exposing your bra underneath. A black underwear that comes in a set, chosen specifically to cater to your bust size.
How ironic that you're wearing something he gifted to you when you deny him of your presence. It never went unnoticed to Ayato's attention, his eyes did a quick look over it before he returned his attention to you.
"You know it's rude not to answer when you're being asked."
Slowly, you open your mouth in hesitation. "Kamisato-sa-"
"Kamisato? Why do you talk like we're not familiar with each other?" His hand lowers down, dipping into your heat to cup your sex through your pants. "As if I haven't touched you here."
Your hand flies to his wrist, catching him before he makes any more move. In your humiliation, you bit your lower lip.
He chuckles as you clamp your thighs, trapping his hand in between.
"Ayato..."
Your chest heaves up and down.
"Hmm… That's better."
"Don't do this."
"And why not?"
He removes your hand and continues thumbing through your core. You don't fight him back, afraid that he'll be even more rough with you. You've experienced it before and he doesn’t hold back to use any means to bend you to his will.
"I-Just let me go. Please..." Your lips wobble.
Ayato looks at you in dejection.
“Is it something I did?”
Of course it’s something he did but you can’t exactly say that.
“N-no… I just want to go home.”
You're meek against his power, resignation settling in you. It’s obvious that he’s not the least bit guilty of his actions and instead looks even more delirious. You could never win against him as he won't relent until you submit to him. With all the power in his grasp, he'll utilize any resources in his arsenal if it means keeping you in his arms. Even if you manage to escape, he makes sure that you'll come crawling back to him. The job that you used to take before your stay with him? you’re unaware of the fact that he had a hand in the termination of your contract until recently. It’s why you run away in the first place, finding his overbearance and possessiveness only endearing in the beginning. After all, there’s only much that you can handle.
“What are you talking about? The Kamisato estate is your home.”
Ayato is toying with you, arousing you with his fingers pressing on your clit, letting you feel the friction of your pants rubbing on your folds. Heat pools in your abdomen as he adds more and more pressure.
Shame that you're not wearing a skirt, it would have been easier for him to reach under your clothes. Still, that doesn't stop him from fingering you through your pants until you're panting heavily at the pleasure crawling through your spine. You quiver under his touch, getting wet under his ministrations until you're clenching for more.
“We broke things up, Aya…to… haah. Just let me be.”
"You don't know what you're saying. You need me."
Ayato draws you closer to him, one hand resting on your hip with the thumb rubbing your lower stomach as he wipes the tears from your eyes. removing his hand from under you without a warning left you whining a little at the loss of contact.
"Take your clothes off."
You comply, timidly unbuckling the metal hook of your belt, unzipping your pants and pushing it off your legs.
"Take your underwear too."
Ayato says when you proceed to shake off your already unbuttoned shirt and with hesitation, your fingers hook around the band of your panties, sliding it down your legs. A thin line of your slick can be seen connected to your cunt and your underwear before it snaps as you shove it off your feet.
You’re extremely wet, the air infused by your arousal.
“Good girl,” he smiles in satisfaction, his middle finger slips into your bud, fingertip sweeping every nerve endings that make your legs tremble as you cling to his arms. He rubs against your folds, stimulating you more and more with his actions, and you’re gushing around his hands, your slick dripping down your thighs.
Heat blooms in your stomach but before you could fully enjoy it, he retreats his fingers below you.
“haah…”
His hands find purchase on your shoulder, smoothening the tension on your muscles before he’s pressing you down on your knees at the force he exerted and you’re kneeling. There’s a soft thud as you lay there, face to face with his bulging pants. The metallic sound as he leisurely undoes his belt makes goosebumps erupt on your skin and you gulp, panicking at what’s about to happen. He undresses completely and pulls out his throbbing erection leaking with his precum.
One hand rests on your cheeks cradling your face in so much affection as his thumb caresses your skin.
“Open wide.” He presses the tip against your mouth, watching you closely as you obediently wrap your lips around it, drawing a sultry groan from his being.
The warmth of your mouth makes it unbearable for him to keep still that he pushes his hips forward burying himself deeper into your mouth until you’re gagging from his length. Your hand comes up to his thighs to anchor yourself.
He slows down when he sees you struggle, cradling both the side of your face gently as he fucks your throat. Pulling his hips back, he places his palm against the door bracing himself from the ecstasy of having a taste of you again.
“I miss you so much. I just wish you’d stop putting me through so much agony.” he surges forward. “I’ve done so much for you. You can’t just,” he groans, “...up and leave after all that.”
Drool slides from your mouth as he continuously hits the back of your throat in a rhythm that is slowly building up pace as his mind melts from how good you feel.
“We’ll play this game over and over again until you get back to your senses, hm?”
He takes his liberties with you, whispering more and more how he misses you in staggering groans and he quickens, just pushing you into his cock repeatedly until his abdomen ripples and soon he’s spurting his cum into you. The taste of it is not completely unfamiliar to you. Some of it drips from the side of your mouth and down to your neck.
“Don’t spit it out. Swallow it,” Ayato says before you could do anything about it.
You did as you were told.
Ayato sighs as if in defeat, when he watches you, obviously turned on, cheeks completely darkened by your arousal while you’re rubbing your legs together.
“What am I to do with you?” there’s a bit of helplessness present in his tone as he drags you to the bed and cages you against the mattress.
He grabs you by your jaw again and leans in for a kiss, slotting his lips with yours. When you don’t open your mouth, he presses your cheeks and prod his tongue inside while he presses his dick against your folds.
“Aya-to… condom.”
“Why? Do you have plans on fucking another guy?”
Not even giving you a chance to prepare yourself, he slides the tip in, stretching your walls uncomfortably at the intrusion, and slowly carves his throbbing cock into you.
“Hn-n,n-no…”
He latches onto your mouth as pained noise tore through your throat that warped into moans against his lips. His hand catches yours as you put them against his chest, trying to push him away but not really making an effort to do so, too weak to the pleasure rippling through your core. He puts them around his neck before he digs his fingers on your thighs and forces your legs up his arms while pressing his weight on you against the bed. Beneath you it creaks as he pounds on you, determined to fuck you senseless.
Skin slaps against skin, you throw your head back while you try to keep yourself tethered with your knuckles white at the tight grip you have on Ayato’s back. Your muffled moans are swallowed by his lips, a melodious ring that sends his cock twitching inside you.
His hips slow down, grinding into you so torturously slow, the drag of his cock along your walls leaves you softly whining.
“Ayato…”
“Do you think you deserve to cum?”
The teasing glint of his eyes went past your head as you spasm around him for more, your mind too preoccupied of your looming climax because you could almost feel it. You’re almost there and it was snatched right in front you.
He fucks in short bursts as if goading you for answer and your body shudders.
“Please le- me cum. Let me cum.”
You’re a babbling mess under his body, can’t even properly ask him as you bob your head up and down.
“Who do you belong to hm?”
“Hah-you.”
“What? I can’t hear you.”
“I-I belong to you, Ayato.”
Ayato chuckles as he pants, face flushed red.
“Good.
You match his breathing with the brutal pace he sets in with his cock disappearing into you, hitting just the right places that makes you roll your eyes. His fingers curled around the sheets as he fucks you fast, this time making sure that you remember that the only one who can fuck you dumb like this, is him.
Your toes curl as you feel your orgasm, walls squeezing down on him until you're gushing around his cock. He doesn’t stop though, he rides you through your high when he releases the most guttural sound and releases his seed inside you, snapping his hips into you weakly and lays on top of you as he takes your lips on his.
Sighing, he bites into your neck, sucking until bruises start appearing. He laps at your skin, repeating the process all over your neck, the mark a striking evidence of his claim on you.
You try to even your breath, laying there on your back as exhaustion starts to settle and your eyelids grow heavy, the image of Ayato warping into a blur with his purple eyes still transfixed into your figure.
Don’t even think of leaving his side again. Or he promises he won’t be as lenient this time.