Chapter Thirty Four

Kyoya

Kanami's house was almost too quiet without her there. As always, I had been struck by the lack of security on the property. If anyone noticed one of my family's policemen changing out the locks on her doors, they certainly didn't mention it. In fact, the entire estate seemed empty with the exception of my car in Kana's small driveway. Amelia must've been out.

I had resisted the urge to use my time alone to look at more of her belongings. Despite knowing so much about Kanami, I didn't feel as if I knew enough. She was a hard read, despite my incredible observation skills. Instead I killed time by continuing reading one of the novels I had purchased after I noticed on her shelf. The book's spine was much more worn than the others, leading me to believe it was one she particularly enjoyed.

It wasn't long before I heard the unmistakable sound of a vehicle pulling up. I felt my heart involuntarily flutter in my chest. Why was I still so anxious when it came to seeing her?

I left my book on the couch and opened the door. I watched as Kanami gave her driver a quick nod before shutting her door. I couldn't help but to smirk at the look of slight annoyance on her face.

"Welcome home, dear." I said as she slid past me to go inside. She immediately dropped her bag on the kitchen counter and turned to face me with an unreadable expression.

"When I first met you, I never expected that I'd be coming home to see you." Kanami cocked her head to the side, letting her hair fall over her shoulder.

"Was my interest not immediately apparent?" I crossed over to her and rested my hands on the countertop on either side of her.

"If it was, I was too terrified to notice." She chewed the inside of her lip.

"Are you terrified of me now?"

"Not so much." Her eyes met mine. No matter how many times I saw her eyes, I still found myself struck by their deep-green color.

My lips crushed against Kanami's. I felt her tense slightly, then relax, leaning into the kiss. Every part of me ached for her. It was a feeling I couldn't quite comprehend. What I felt for her was more than just the physical lust I was used to. I felt her fingers slip just beneath the waistband of my jeans, beckoning me to come closer.

Yet I couldn't comply with her. Not yet anyway. I broke apart from her, ignoring the pained expression that briefly crossed her face.

"Do you need coffee before we talk? A cigarette?" I pushed my glasses closer to my eyes.

"Depends on what we're discussing." Her arms crossed over her waist.

I pondered for a moment. "You're still interested in learning more about the dynamics of what our relationship would entail, correct?"

"A cigarette, then." The side of Kanami's mouth twitched slightly. She turned to rummage around in her bag.

"I'm curious, Kanami." I took the opportunity to run my eyes over her backside, scanning over the curves I had long since memorized. "What would've made you want a cup of coffee first?"

"Hm." She turned to face me again, cigarette in hand. "Amelia. Or anything else regarding our families."

"So cigarettes for everything else then?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "You're trying to figure me out, aren't you?"

"Does that bother you?" I bent at the waist slightly, bringing my face close to hers. "I need to know as much as possible about my pet."

"Only if I can know as much as possible about you," she challenged.

"Naturally. This is a relationship built on trust." Of course, there were secrets in my life that I could never divulge to Kanami, as I was certain she had her own secrets. Secrecy came natural in our worlds. After a moment, I added: "Coffee helps me with difficult conversations too."

"I'll keep that in mind." She led me out the back door, where she lit her cigarette the moment we stepped outside. The light breeze caught hair. I noticed she'd been wearing it down more often, and found myself wondering if it was due to my preference.

"I've arranged for the stylist to arrive here at four on Saturday. Think you'll be awake by then?" I leaned against the side of her house, watching her take slow hits on her cigarette.

"I'm sure I'll manage. We all can't be awake by six am on the weekends."

"I sleep in too, you know."

"So what then, seven?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Occasionally eight." I typically didn't enjoy banter, but Kanami's ever-sharpening tongue was amusing. It had been entertaining to watch her language skills develop under the influence of the Host Club. She was still oddly formal, of course, but her phrasing was slowly becoming more relaxed.

"I have a request, Kyoya." Her tone was almost businesslike.

"I'm listening." I responded carefully.

"I would like to keep my submission to you within the bedroom, for now. I don't know what your intentions are regarding our relationship outside of that, but I'd like to be your equal." Kanami's words caught me by surprise, yet I didn't show it.

"So you've considered having a relationship with me outside of the bedroom?" I kept my voice even.

The look in her eyes told me she wasn't going to answer my question, at least not directly. She clearly hadn't made a decision on that front, even though she seemed to be more than willing to be my submissive and play along with our plan to make a show of being seen together. I couldn't blame her for being hesitant, nor could I promise her that a relationship could truly happen between us.

Not with what I was hiding from her and the rest of my companions.

"You'd be my equal." I said, an empty promise.

My answer seemed to satisfy her enough. Once she had finished smoking, we returned to the living room, where her attention immediately went to the book I'd left on her couch.

"You're reading Tess?" She didn't bother hiding the excitement in her voice. She sat down, holding the book in her hands. "And in English."

"I wanted to experience it the same way you did." I shrugged as I joined her on the couch. "The older language has been quite the challenge."

"I'd like to hear your thoughts once you've finished." She shyly thumbed the slip of paper I used to mark my spot. "I know we've got other things to discuss now."

I shifted slightly and pulled a small key from my pocket. "First thing's first. I had two copies made. I can leave the spare here, if you'd prefer, but this one is yours."

"You can keep the spare," she said, almost too quickly.

"Second," I continued, not allowing myself to get too pleased at her response. "I'll be leaving one of my credit cards here with you."

Her eyes widened in protest, "Kyoya!"

"Let me finish, dear." I took a breath. "You'll use it with the understanding that I'll be able to see your purchases. Your current funds are connected to your mother's account, correct?"

"You're saying that you knowing what I'm up to is preferable."

"Isn't it?"

"That depends on what you're wanting in return." Kanami's demeanor had grown suspicious. I had been expecting that reaction.

"Just another way for me to spoil you, pet." I gave her a small smile. "Now, I have some questions for you."

We spent the better part of the next two hours discussing what she had learned about BDSM. The conversation had been awkward for her at first, much to my amusement. Conversations like those were important, I had gently reminded her. I needed to understand the kinks she wanted to explore, and the aspects that were hard limits. I learned that she was vehemently opposed to the thought of suspension, tickling, and being excessively humiliated. Anal play was a definite "maybe", along with being completely restricted from movement.

A few of her definite "yes's" came with little surprise from me: the use of various striking implements, lighter forms of bondage, and sensory deprivation. She was open to the thought of being degraded and asphyxiation.

There was plenty more for her to learn, plenty more for the two of us to work out between the two of us, but it was a start.

I could tell Kanami was growing exhausted from the interaction as the evening moved on. Still, she seemed somewhat reluctant when I suggested that I leave for the night. Part of me wondered if she wanted my company, or if she had grown fond of having company each night.

I wanted to believe the former.

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May I call you, Sir?

Kanami's late-night text sent me on high alert. I had long since left her house and returned to my room in the depths of my family's mansion. Much to my annoyance, I had found obvious signs of my sister's attempt to rearrange my belongings. Fortunately for both Fuyumi and myself, I kept my more personal items locked away in my study.

Yes, pet.

I sat down on my bed and stared at my phone, answering it the moment I saw Kanami's name light up the screen.

"Are you busy, Sir?" Kanami's voice was low and breathy through the receiver.

"Not terribly." I felt a smirk slide across my face. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"I am, Sir, but I started thinking about our conversation from earlier, and…"

"And what, pet?"

I heard a small gasp escape her lips. "I want you, Sir."

"Are you touching yourself?" I continued after her affirmative response, "Put your phone on speaker, pet, and lay on your back with your legs spread."

I listened to her shuffle around as I unbuttoned my jeans, my dick already half-erect at the thought of her fingering herself on the other line. I leaned against the headboard and slowly began stroking myself. "Tell me what you were thinking about, pet. I want specifics."

"Being tied up and used by you, Sir. Having your hand around my throat." Her words were studded with a mix of shyness and desire. "Being spanked until I have bruises."

"What a naughty submissive I have." My breath caught in my throat. "Pinch your nipples, pet. Hard. Let me hear you."

"Yes, Sir." I listened to her moans turn into a sharp cry, letting me know she had obeyed.

"Harder."

Another cry.

"Good girl. Finger yourself for me." I quickened my own pace, aided by the first drops of precum that lubricated my palm. "Spread yourself nice and wide. Does that feel good, pet?"

"It does, Sir." She moaned. "Are you…?"

"I'm so damn hard for you, pet." I growled. "I want to squeeze your lovely neck until you're gasping for air while I fuck you. Does that answer your question?"

My admission granted me an enthusiastic whine. I swore I could hear the unmistakable sounds of her arousal through the phone.

"Such a good girl. Your moans are incredible."

"Thank you, Sir," she breathed. "I need to come soon, Sir."

"I'm not finished with you yet." My own breathing was growing labored.

"But Sir-"

"You'll come when I allow it, understood?" I gripped myself tighter. This, this was the part I longed for. I could picture her writhing in her sheets, her legs shaking. "Beg. Tell me how much you want it."

"Please, Sir. Please. Let me come for you." Her voice was strained.

"Not yet." I could feel myself tensing up. My hips involuntarily bucked against my hand. All I could think about was getting lost in Kanami. I could practically feel her moving beneath me. "And I better not hear you slow down, pet."

"But I need it, Sir. Please." I could sense just how frantic she was becoming. So eager to please, yet so needy for her own satisfaction.

I listened to her pleas for a few delicious moments before I could no longer ignore my own needs.

"Come, pet."

The sounds of her coming apart were my undoing. I grunted loudly as I came, feeling my hot seed spill over my fingers. My heart threatened to jump out of my chest while the rest of my body felt almost blissfully numb. After a moment I reached for the box of tissue I kept on my bedside table, listening to the sounds of Kanami's breathing slowly return to normal.

"You did so good, Kanami."

Her voice eventually came back to her. "Thank you, Sir."