I don't own Beyblade, but so wish I own some of the characters.
I have no idea how many of you have been waiting for this chapter, and I'm pretty sure you all saw this coming. C'on, we can't have a chapter like the last one and not have something like this happen as a result. This is borderline 'struggle-snuggle', but meh, enjoy it XD (still not very good at this, but whatever).
That stupid girl.
That stupid, stupid girl!
What the hell went through her mind when out at night? When taken to a damn hotel to stay the night, after what he had done to her? Had it never crossed her mind that maybe her 'bestie' Ray would want to do something like that? Innocent, they said; Aoi was just way too innocent to know these things, but Kai knew it was all blind stupidity on her part. There was a fine line between friendly and 'overly' friendly, and it was common sense to know when someone is touching you inappropriately. Example; someone sucking on your fucking neck and chest!
He couldn't even look at her as he dragged her out of that place, out of Ray's bed! Her white as snow skin tainted by blood red dye of another man. It infuriated to think what the hell had gone on in that room, and he wondered if Ray had booked that room for that specific purpose. He was glad he had thought ahead and had been monitoring Aoi, otherwise he would haven't been able to hunt down Ray's location as quickly as he had.
Looking over his shoulder at the small girl drowsy and shivering due to the hotel's cold air, Kai gritted his teeth in anger. The red marks were perfectly visible on that soft white neck of hers, and he could see Ray bending down and kissing Aoi softly on every inch of it. Because, hell, he knew Ray would treat Aoi like the little innocent princess she wasn't. He would have showed Aoi a different type of . . . Kai couldn't think of it as 'love making', because what he had with Aoi was anything but. Maybe that was the reason he was enraged by what it could mean; Aoi would choose a softer lover, and that wasn't him.
"K-Kai—"
Aoi bit back her words as he turned fully around to give her the most rage filled glare she had ever seen. She didn't understand why he was so mad at her, why he had dragged her past the others and to the very last floor of the building where he didn't bother to explain why they were allowed to enter an expensive looking room. He had shoved her onto the bed as they entered the bedroom, their luggage on the far corner of the room, and he had turned his back towards her. Aoi didn't need to see his face to know he was furious at her, but she wasn't expecting him to look at her like he was currently doing.
Her large blue eyes gave the indication that she was now fully awake and aware of the turmoil raging inside of him. The way in which she retreated from him as he walked towards her gave away that she understood that this was a serious matter and that she was in some sort of danger. At least she had enough sense to realize that, but it infuriated him even more that she couldn't of had this reaction towards Ray if she had all those marks on her body.
He said nothing as he reached for her left ankle and dragged her back to the edge of the bed, his hot crimson gaze pinning her to the spot as his hand roamed up to her thigh. The soft cloth of her stocking was irritating to the touch, and Kai dug his fingernails sharply onto the fabric and pulled until the sound reached his ears. Aoi squirmed beneath him, but he only had to put a bit more pressure on her legs to have her still. Her skin was soft and cold to the touch as Kai ran his hand over it, under the edge of her shorts that were more irritating that her stockings.
Aoi was seated at the edge of the bed, her legs parted partially to allow Kai to kneel in between and rip at her stocking before his left hand reached for the small button of her shorts. He was in no hurry to undress her, taking his sweet time pushing the button out of its holding place, and pulling the zipper down. His eyes never moved to look at Aoi's face and instead followed every movement that was made to undress her. The way in which he lifter her hips from the mattress to pull her shorts down her thighs and let them pool on the floor. It was much easier to remove the stockings then, all Kai had to do was rip them apart and throw the scraps on the floor with her shorts.
Smooth and pale and as white as freshly fallen snow, her legs were unmarked an untouched by any other hands, which prompted Kai to dig his finger into the soft flesh. Aoi let out a whimper from above him, her hands balling at her sides on the bed, refusing them to touch him because subconsciously she knew it would be wrong. He would get mad at her for moving, and it took everything in her not to jump as his lips touched the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. Kai felt her leg muscles tense, heard the intake of breath as she bit down on her bottom lip, her hands holding on to the edge of the bed tighter.
Kai wanted to punish her for letting another man touch her, for her allowing it to happen without a word of protest. He wanted to mark her as his over and over again, because apparently the first time had not been enough. His fingers dug into each of her thighs until the beginning of bruises could be seen, yet Aoi didn't make a sound. That would have to change. He wanted her to make a sound, so he would have reason to punish her even more so than he was already doing. And he would do this by running his tongue on the inside of her legs, by teasing this little fairy into utter submission.
Aoi began to squirm as Kai dragged his tongue up her thigh, but with every movement she did, he would bite down on her skin. She was panting, her bottom lip cut by her teeth as she refused to make a sound, but she did not move her hands to stop him. He could feel her body shivering and wanted nothing else but to raise his head and watch her in her desperation, but this was not enough. Not yet. He moved further between his legs, to the center of her wetness, and through the slip of cotton, he sucked lightly. The shock of the action sent a jolt of electricity through Aoi's body, causing her to press her hands on Kai's shoulders and shove him away before jumping further into the center of the bed.
Her body was trembling, her eyes wide as she watched Kai steadily begin to remove his clothing. His shirt came first, discarded with her shorts and tattered stockings on the floor, and then slowly moved to his pants, all too aware of Aoi's blue eyes trailing after each movement of his hands. Underneath that thin shirt of hers, she was shaking, but it was hard to tell if it was caused by the cold, anticipation, or fear. Her eyes gave nothing away, although they were as wide as saucer by the type Kai was fully undressed. He tried to remember if Aoi had ever seen him fully undressed underneath bright lights, but he couldn't remember, and her flushed body made him think she was seeing him for the first time.
Aoi was feeling nervous, yet didn't understand why she was feeling queasy if this was not her first time with Kai. Although, she had never fully paid attention to his naked skin, of how broad his shoulders were, of how he towered over her even more than when they were younger. His body was lean and muscular and strong, and she felt smaller than ever before as he forced her on her back and reached to pull her shirt off violently. She didn't dare go against him at the moment and didn't fight when he pulled her shirt up and off, or when he tore at bra and threw it behind him. She didn't dare look at him and instead looked to the side to avoid looking down at him.
There was the scariest thing of all—down there!
She let out a small whimper as Kai placed an arm beneath her body, cradling her with a hand digging into her hair from the back. She felt him tangle his fingers into her hair and pull back to expose her neck to him. A sign of submission; Aoi's thoughts wondered to those nights many years ago when she walked the dark streets of unknown cities, on how the neck was the one weak point that signified being lower than another person. In particular, lower and weaker than the one holding the knife to your neck.
"Why did you let him touch you?" Kai's voice was low and cold, making Aoi shuddered as his right hand held tightly to her chin and turned her to face him. "Why?"
Before Aoi could answer, Kai kissed her roughly on the lips; his tongue darting into her mouth, swallowing every whimpering sound that came from her as he moved his hand away from her chin and to her lower body. Aoi had only a second to feel his warm fingers on her, pushing the cotton to the side, before Kai inserted two digits and pumped into her a few times, his palm caressing her clit. He muffled her screams with his kiss, pulling back when he was sure she wouldn't be causing a racket because of the forceful way he intruded.
"I should have made it clear," he told her, pumping his fingers again, cupping her as she squirmed, "I. Don't. Want. Anyone. To. Touch you. But. Me."
She was warm, and wet, and tight, her body flushed a sweet red that Kai couldn't stop himself from leaning down and kissing her neck, and chest, and remarking her as his own. He pulled on hair as he nipped at her neck, making sure she didn't move as he dug his teeth into her skin. Of course, he let out a muddled sound between pain and pleasure, her legs moving in a frantic manner as he continued his assault on her lower half.
He bit down on her collar bone, licking the red scrape that appeared after, and proceeded to her pale shoulder, up her neck, and then kissed her lightly on the cheek. That had a more satisfying effect than he had first thought; it seemed to horrify her. That soft and unexpected touch, it wasn't like him at all, but she didn't have time to question it; her eyes had rolled back into her head as he insert another digit into her. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out, her legs coming together on Kai's hand.
Aoi watched him with clouded eyes, watched as his crimson eyes narrowed on her face when she refused to open her legs. His hand tighten in her hair, his body pressed up against her, his fingers stretched her until she let out a cry and her hand flew to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin until they drew blood.
"Spread them." He growl, pushing her legs open with his knee, pulling down her cotton panties and kicking them to the floor. Aoi had moaned in protest when he had pulled out of her, but she was now trying to get away from him before he did that again. If only he hadn't have grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him. "I said 'spread them' for a reason."
Aoi shivered beneath them, her body no longer flushed, but pale, more than her normal tone. She watched him threw moist eyes, her arms crossing over her body to hide the marks that were given to her by Ray. That was the reason he was being like this, right? It was because he couldn't completely erase those marks that he was being mean to her.
Kai glared at her.
"Do you understand now what you did wrong? Why you're getting punished?" He asked her coldly, pushing fully inside her with one single thrust that forced a groan from her lips. His hips moved back and forth as Aoi let out soft whimpers, her hands digging into his arms for support each time he shoved her further up the bed.
She felt full, stretched unbelievable, and burned with each thrust Kai provided. She could hardly think straight, but she was sure he had not been stretched this much before. She had not felt this burning sensation before either, this hot intrusion ramming into her until she couldn't help but cry out loudly. Kai didn't allow her to wrap her arms around his neck, and when she did try, she was place on her side with one leg up his shoulder. She felt embarrassed, but he didn't care for her mewling protest.
It hurt her, like it had hurt her the first time when she had no idea what was happening, but it wasn't like she knew what was happening now. Kai had flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her ass up by the waist, without pulling out as he did so. She felt him reach further, felt his pace pic up until the sound of skin hitting skin bounced off the walls. Her hands clung to the sheets tightly, her teeth letting go of her bottom lip to let herself moan, because that is what Kai wanted. He wanted to heat her screaming, pleading, and crying out in pleasure, and that's what she did before collapsing on the bed in small sobs.
She felt the hot liquid filled the inside of her stomach and the trail that let out of her as Kai pulled out. She had expected him to leave the bed, maybe fall to her side at sleep, but not collapsing on top of her small, weakened body, and didn't know what to when he did. He was heavy and she was having trouble breathing, but she didn't dare say a word. She didn't wait long for him to lift himself of her, to pull her to her knees by her wrists, and thrust into her once more in the same forceful manner.
He took her all night, fast and forceful, and painfully slow when she was seconds from coming, refusing her any type of pleasure of her own, because then it wouldn't be a punishment. Her legs were bruised and jellified, her ribs decorated by Kai's fingertips, her breasts ached horribly, and the teeth marks on them were far deeper than the one on her shoulder. By the break of dawn, she was exhausted and made out of pudding, her body unable to move as Kai's head rested on her chest. She didn't know when she had fallen asleep or if she had fallen asleep at all. She might just have lost consciousness, because that's what it felt like to her, and she couldn't remember having Kai snuggling up to her petite chest when she was awake.