Chapter Eleven

Kana

Butterflies

Kyoya wanted me. Even if it was only to piss our families off, he wanted me. And I wanted him, even if he was somewhat intimidating. I had a feeling that his need for constant control would make its way into the bedroom, but to what extent I wasn't sure. I had read enough smut to last any woman a lifetime, but I had no idea what to expect in real life.

I allowed him to come into my bedroom. I could feel the look the twins had told me about. Kyoya's expression did read as something like hunger.

"Do you ever pleasure yourself here?" Kyoya asked, gesturing towards my bed.

The question caught me off guard. "Y-yes." I stammered. I sat down on the bed.

"Fingers? Toys?" He sat beside me. His fingers traced along my thighs, and I could feel his breath in my ear.

"F-fingers." I whimpered.

"Don't be shy, pet." He pulled my hair out of its bun, letting it fall around my shoulders. His demeanor was different than what I had grown used to. "I'll be slow with you."

"I trust you, Kyoya." I breathed.

He pulled me into a kiss, different from the ones he had given me before. His hands traveled from my face and down to my shoulders before sliding down my stomach. His lips broke away from mine and moved to my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I hesitantly tangled my fingers in his hair, encouraging him to continue.

"Just say stop if this is too much." He mumbled, his lips tickling my collarbone. "I want to make you come, Kana." He slowly pulled my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra, tossing them both to the floor beside the bed. His eyes ran over my breasts as he unbuttoned his own shirt, throwing it to join mine.

I let my hands run over his chest, appreciating his pale, toned form. "Kyoya…"

He slowly laid me back, letting my head fall on my pillows. His mouth went to my left breast, kissing and sucking my nipple until it hardened, then doing the same with the right. My breathing grew shallow with excitement, and I felt a familiar ache between my legs. I felt his teeth sink in ever so slightly on my breast, causing me to moan.

"Too much?" He asked, his tongue flickering over the spot he had bitten.

"Not enough." I heard myself say.

"God, you're perfect." His teeth sank in again, harder this time. I cried out, the pain sending waves of electricity through my body. He sucked on my flesh for a few moments before pulling away, admiring the purple bruise he'd left just below my nipple. "You like this."

"I don't know why." I murmured. My fingers grazed over the bruise.

"There are two particular types of people, Kana." His hand traveled down to the waistband of my shorts. He unbuttoned them and slowly slid his hand inside, his fingers running over my raised clit. "People like me, who enjoy causing pain, then there are people who like to be on the receiving end."

"I must be part of the second group." I gasped as his fingers continued to stroke my clit.

His mouth returned to my left breast, biting and sucking the same spot as he had on the right, all while slowly teasing my now moist sex. I bucked my hips against his hand, begging him to continue.

"I'm not going to take you today, pet. But I'm going to show you how I can make you feel." He tugged my shorts and panties off. "Every time you're here fingering yourself, you're going to think of me doing it. Every time you come, you're going to wish it was by my hands instead. Understand?"

My heart fluttered. I felt vulnerable, exposed. Alive. Kyoya was more than I could ever imagine him being. I desired him. All of him.

"Yes, Kyoya."

"Good girl." He stretched out on his side next to me, propped up on one elbow. His other hand continued to tease me slowly, his finger making small circles around my clit.

"Please, Kyoya…" I whimpered. Any reservations I had were overshadowed by my need to have him pleasure me.

I felt his index finger slowly enter me, his thumb remaining on my clit. He slowly moved his finger, in and out, just barely brushing against my most sensitive areas. After a few moments he added a second finger and began reaching deeper inside of me, causing me to moan loudly. My legs trembled slightly and I moved my hips with his hand.

"Don't come until I say so." His teeth nibbled at my earlobe. It was as if he knew I was already near release. His pace varied with my reactions. He would move slower if I got too excited, then picked up speed again once I had calmed down. I felt like an instrument under his touch, and he was an expert musician.

"Kyoya, I need to…" I bit my lip.

"You need to what, Kanami?" His voice was low, demanding.

"I need to come, Kyoya." I gasped. "I need to, please."

"How badly?" He smirked, continuing his ministrations.

"Bad, please Kyoya." It was taking all of my willpower to try to hold in my release. I felt as if I was coming apart inside.

"Ask nicely."

Every ounce of pride I had left was lost in that moment. "Can I please come, Kyoya?"

"Come for me, Kanami." He thrust his fingers deep inside of me, causing me to come apart. I cried out loudly, my hips bucked against him as I came. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced on my own. It was different, somehow, and a feeling I couldn't place.

His fingers traced over my skin as I came down from the most incredible orgasm I'd had in my entire life. I knew he was watching my every move, and I suddenly felt shy at my exposure. Sensing this, Kyoya rolled out of the bed and tossed me the nightgown I had been wearing earlier. I slipped it on quietly.

"Kyoya, that was," I sucked in a breath, "That was something."

"Your moans are really cute." He chuckled. I couldn't help but notice the obvious bulge in his jeans.

"Y-you're… Do you want me to…?"

He glanced down at himself, "As much as I'd like to fuck your throat, today is about you, Kana." He reached down and brushed the hair out of my face. "I don't want to break you, not yet."

"Break me?" I felt my heart pound again.

"You'll learn, in due time." He grinned. "Just trust me, my pet."