Well here is the next chapter. Hope you guys enjoy it!

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Naughty Volleyball

"Raven, welcome back!" Tinker happily greeted me at the front door.

I smiled, "Sorry for the intrusion. Where's Klein? Is he not here today?" I could tell Tinker was upset that I returned to a formal greeting, but she didn't say anything about it.

"No, but don't worry about him. He'll be back later this evening so you can see him tomorrow."

'Please don't remind me.' I groaned internally.

It was Saturday and as per the agreement with Tom to get my present, I was here at his place again. Since this had no bearings on our previous agreement I would still be required to come here tomorrow as well.

"I'm so glad Tom has such a nice girl like you to keep him company." Tinker looked at me with a warm smile. "Perhaps I shouldn't tell you this, but he always looks forward to when you come over." She chuckled while placing a hand on her cheek. "I makes me relieved to know that he has someone like you that can take care of him. Someone normal and wholesome."

'Only because he can torment me.'

"I don't mind. We are friends after all."

I hated to dash her dreams but she seriously had the wrong idea about this whole thing, and even though I said 'friends', we couldn't be further from that. I considered Tom as someone I couldn't get away from no matter what I do. We weren't friends. I was a prisoner and he was the warden. A terrible, mean, sadistic warden.

"No need to be modest. I'm old enough to know when love is blossoming." Tinker chuckled and patted my back. "Besides, the others never lasted this long-oops!" She quickly covered her mouth. "I'm sorry forget I ever said anything." That's not the smile of someone who regrets what they said.

I gave a tired smile as Tinker continued down the hall with a spring in her step. Of course there were others - this is Tom Riddle we're talking about here. I wouldn't be surprised if the entire class, minus me and my friends, were the others. Did she say that in the hopes that I would get jealous? Ridiculous. And this weird pressure that suddenly formed in my chest? Also ridiculous.

"And here you are." She smiled, "Hope you two have a wonderful date today."

"It's not a date."

"Whatever you say, dear." With a giggle she left me alone in front of Tom's room.

'Everyone here goes at their own pace. It a little frightening.' I took a deep breath to prepare myself for whatever it was that Tom wanted me to do today. I could hardly sleep last night as I kept fretting over what he would make me wear. Hopefully it wasn't too embarrassing. 'You'll be able to see the Gringott Goblins and the Anpachi Trolls practice match today. Just remember that...Ugh, I'm too easy to please.'

Cursing my agreeable nature I finally opened the door. Surprisingly I didn't see Tom. Well its not like I was in a rush to see him. I moved over to the bed and sat down, but the moment I did I jumped back up. Just what was I doing? I was feeling way too comfortable in his room. With a frustrated sigh I, instead, sat on the floor and dropped my head on his circular table. The faster we got the day started the quicker it would end. At that moment, Tom's bathroom door opened. Guess he was here after all, but thinking about his bathroom filled my head with embarrassing thoughts of the past. Let's not think about that now. I didn't want to be rude and not greet him - not that he deserved it - so I turned to him but when I did my eyes widened.

Highly amused Tom smirked, "Hello to you too."

Blood rushed to my face and I slapped my hands over my eyes and turned my back to him. "W-what are y-you doing!?"

"It's called taking a shower."

I didn't even hear the water running. He must have just finished when I walked in. "Why a-aren't you w-wearing any clothes?!"

"Do you shower with your clothes on?"

Even with my eyes covered I couldn't rid myself of what I just saw. Tom, freshly showered and wearing a single knee length towel. His hair was still wet and clung to the sides of his face and the steam from the bathroom smelled like peppermint. I never saw Tom as a peppermint guy, but after today that would definitely change.

"J-just put some c-clothes on!" My voice jumped an octave in embarrassment.

I heard him chuckle before there was the sound of shuffling from within his closet. Taking this moment I steadied my heart from the sudden shock. Again I was in no surprise why people fell head over heals from Tom. His muscles were hidden behind the lean appearance his clothes provided. From my many experiences of being restrained by him, I knew he was strong but after seeing his body - no matter how brief - I now know it was because he trained. That wasn't the body of someone who didn't have some kind of work out routine. He had a six pack for crying out loud!

Ok, well, maybe. I only counted four before looking away. Maybe I should have looked more. No. Wait. This was not helping my heart calm down.

The sound of something being dropped on the table in front of me made me jump and look up in surprise. Before me was a small brown box. It wasn't very special looking.

"Open it."

Tom had returned fully dressed. He wore a blue, short sleeved t-shirt that he tucked into a pair of black jeans. A belt fitted through the hoops of his jeans to help it fit snugly around his waist and-holy hell! Is that a Patek watch?! My eyes nearly popped as numbers with too many zeros and commas passed through my head at the thought. I quickly tore my eyes from him as I realized that I may have been staring a bit too much, and opened the box on the table.

I assumed it would be my outfit for the day, but when I saw the contents I looked at Tom in confusion.

He smirked and pulled the items from the box; a one piece blue swimsuit and two pieces of long, thin rope.

"Well then Raven. Shall we get changed? We don't have much time, after all."

I stared at him blankly. 'Hm?...' I looked at the items. '...Oh...OH!'

"Are you crazy?!"

Tom clicked his tongue, "Stop shouting so much."

"The don't give me reasons to!" I retorted with a glare. "And how exactly is that an outfit?!"

In stead of answering he pulled a photo from his pocket and dropped it on the table.

On the picture was a woman wearing the "outfit". At once my body temperature rose and my eyes popped open. I had no doubt I looked like a fool, but at the moment I didn't care. All I could think to ask myself was - "Is Tom crazy!?"

Answer: YES!

In the picture a girl bravely modeled the "outfit". She wore the same colored one piece as was in the box and I only wished that's where it ended. She was also tied up using the rope. It was both erotic and beautiful the way the rope wrapped around her body. Her curves were accentuated and her breast seem to be twice as large due to the tie. It looked painful, tight and too restrictive. But looking at her face wouldn't tell that story. She was laying on the floor to willingly pose for the camera. Her face was ruddy with desire and mouth stretched into an inviting smile. Somehow I felt like her limpid eyes were able to peer right through me and though I wanted to look away I couldn't.

I reached for my face, overwhelmed by how intense the heat I was radiating was. Surely she was exaggerating. The ropes would be rough against her and rub her skin raw through that flimsy material. Also, simply moving around would be too difficult and uncomfortable.

"T-there's no way I'm doing that!" I ended my sharp denial with a furious shake of my head.

Tom shrugged as though he didn't care. "You don't have to. I'm not forcing you." He put the items back in the box and sat on his sofa, not even passing me a glance. "I'll see you tomorrow, Raven."

That...Wasn't the reaction I expected. I thought he would try and talk me into it, like he usually does, but this time he just gave up. Not that I wanted him to convince me I was just a little surprised. I mean, surely I was the normal one here. Anyone in my position would react the same way. I fidgeted on my feet as I stared at the back of his head, but he didn't make any motion to hint that he cared I was still here. Instead he started typing away at his computer.

'How could he be so cruel?' I bit my bottom lip in frustration. 'When did birthday presents come with stipulations?'

Slowly the picture drew my eyes again. I didn't want to wear it, but the idea of passing up this opportunity kept my feet from moving. There were many reasons why I didn't want to wear it. Firstly, it was immoral, looked uncomfortable and I was way too embarrassing to be seen that way. Most of all I was afraid of myself. Deep down I felt that if I wore this something would change. That's what scared me the most. Yet, after all of that, I was still standing awkwardly in his room.

"How long are you going to loiter?"

He sighed, sounding annoyed, and with a few strides he was standing in front of me. He was a little too close for comfort as he peered right into my eyes.

"Last chance, or you leave and I'll see you tomorrow."

"I..." My fist clenched as I fought to squeeze the words out. "...What if...someone..."

"What? You plan on stripping in the middle of the street?" Before I could protest he reached out and touched my clothes. "You chose nicely today. The ropes are thin, so unless someone touches you it'll be impossible to tell."

Since I thought I would be wearing something else I just grabbed the first thing I saw, which happened to be a pale pink sweater and light blue jeans.

"...Well...If no one finds out...and it's only today..." I shook my head rapidly. I was starting to rationalize. Could I really let myself do this? Doing something so lewd and in public no less!

But...

"You promise...no one will know?"

Tom smirked, "You have my word."

I let out a sigh as I prepared myself, or at least tried to, for what was about to happen. He handed me the swimsuit and pointed to the bathroom for me to change. I quickly rushed to the bathroom eager to have a place where I could be alone if only for a moment. Being around Tom always messed with me, but now alone I felt like I could breath easier. As though to prove the point I took a deep breath before changing. The swim suit was a little tight, and clung to my chest and butt a little too much for my liking. Was it really necessary? I looked at myself in the mirror blushing heavily at my appearance. I couldn't help but think back to that picture and wondered if I would make that kind of face when he tied me up.

'N-no way! What am I thinking?!'

My heart was beating so fast and the sound pounded against my ears. What was happening to me? Somehow I was-

The bathroom door swung open and I jumped nearly a foot in the air.

"Tom! Y-you could knock!"

What if I was still changing!? Didn't he have any sort of decency? Though now that I think about it, considering this interest of his, I couldn't imagine him having any. Instead of answering me he gave me a once over, eyes lingering on my chest. His smirk widened when I tried to cover myself.

"Let's add the finishing touches." He held out his hand inviting me to take it. "Shall we?"

This was probably my last chance to turn back. If I took his hand there would be no going back. My heart beat frantically in my chest as I stared at his hand. As I shakily accepted his hand I could have never known the look of curious excitement that I gave Tom. He led me to the middle of the room, and the moment he released my hand I wrapped them around myself.

He unraveled the rope and evened the strands. I silently watched him make a knot at the top of the rope, leaving a bit of space for a loop. He moved back over and draped the rope around my neck. It was only a rope, but my knees almost bucked under it's pressure and a heavy breath was forced out of my lungs. Tom shot me an amused look before grabbing my wrist and strongly placing my hands on my hand. The sudden rough motion made my gasp.

"Keep your hands here, and don't move."

Not trusting my voice I simply nodded. 'He's so close...I can smell the shampoo he used...Peppermint really suits him.'

Tom gently took the rope in his hands and began to deftly tie 5 knots of equal distance apart, starting from the spot between my collar bone and ending right above my crotch.

"D-does it have t-to be so low?"

Suddenly he moved behind me and pulled the rope through my legs and up. In doing so the rope pressed against my crotch and snugly nestled between my bum. I instantly reacted and stepped away from Tom, turning to him with an incredulous look. However, the words died on my lips from his annoyed expression.

"I told you not to move." He curled his finger, "Come."

I shuddered at his cold tone, and after a brief moment of hesitation I dutifully moved back in front of him. My eyes stayed glued to the ground while Tom proceeded to pull the rope up and thread the rope through the loop he made earlier. A few tugs later to adjust the tension and he forcefully turned me around. I felt so vulnerable standing like this in front of him, wearing nothing but a swimsuit and letting him tie this rope around me. It was like a physical representation of my current relationship with Tom, and that thought only made the weight that much more unbearable.

He reached around to grab the two strands of rope and I jumped. It was like he was hugging me. He pulled the strands around the top of my chest and threaded them under the space between the two knots he first made. When he did so his hand brushed against the swell of my breast and I couldn't fight the impulse to step away again. Though this time Tom pulled me forward by the rope making me fall into his chest.

"Raven, move again and you'll be punished accordingly."

I gulped and quickly nodding not wanting to make this any worse for myself. After re positioning myself, Tom returned his attention to the ropes. He threaded the strands one more time, pulling them through and with a final sharp tug to tighten them, he wrapped them around my back. He repeated this process again but this time beneath my breast. Each time he threaded the rope through it rubbed against me, leaving a searing fire behind that made my entire body flush. Not to mention his hand would also brush against me, but I couldn't tell if it was intentional or just because he needed to secure the ropes. The ropes completely surrounded my breast and seemed to emphasize them. I was keenly aware of how they rose and pushed against the constraints of the ropes with each inhale. I could feel something building in my throat, but I was too scared of what the sound might be so instead I held my breath, hoping that he would just finish quickly.

"Breathe." Tom's voice was right by my ear since he was in the middle of wrapping it around my back again.

It was a little scary to be honest. He hadn't even finished but the ropes made a bit harder to breath. What if he pulled it too tight? What if after it was done I couldn't breath at all? I couldn't hold my breath anymore and exhaled heavily but my breathing was turning irregular due to the fear. Seeing this Tom paused, his arms still around me, and looked down at me.

"Calm down, Raven."

I shook my head, my chest rising and falling even faster, but because of the ropes each breath felt harder than the last. "I-i c-can't...B-breath...I-"

He grabbed my hand and laid it on his chest, "Look at me and breath like I am. Inhale-" He took a deep breath, his chest expanding beneath my palm. "-and exhale."

Unlike his usual self his voice was gentle and kind, almost like he was talking to a child. I found myself drowning in this kinder side to him and listened to his every word. Before long I was mimicking his deep, rhythmical breathing.

"Inhale...Exhale. Just like that." Slowly he coaxed my breathing back to normal. "See, you can breath just fine."

"B-but...The ropes...It feels..."

"There's nothing to be afraid of." He tilted my head back to make eye contact, "Trust me."

There was nothing in our past that should have made me trust him. He always found out what I was doing like he was tailing me, and used me as bait because he thought it would be more interesting for him. Yet, in this moment he looked so sincere and before my mind could truly process what was happening, my body reacted and relaxed. Somehow this felt more intimate than anything I had ever experienced before - though it wasn't like I had much.

Satisfied with the result Tom patted my head, "That's a good girl."

Tom refitted the rope before moving on to finish the tie. This time I did my best not to move and just focus on keeping my breathing steady. Every time Tom pulled the ropes tighter my breathing paused momentarily and the fear of being bounded and unable to escape or breath would try to come back. However, hearing Tom's breathing in front of me would calm me back down. It was a strange feeling, one that I wasn't sure I liked too much. Yet, through it all there was no doubt that Tom's hands were extremely gentle.

A few tugs later there was a rush of cool air as Tom stepped away from me to appraise his work. He nodded with a smirk, "It's better than I thought. Would you like to see?"

Before I could answer he pulled me over to a full length mirror, and almost immediately I looked away. I was relieved that my fear of being unable to breath wasn't coming true, but with the fear gone shame replaced it.

"Don't look away." He made me look and seeing my body tied up made everything twice as real. "...Beautiful."

I watched Tom's expression through the mirror and saw no lie in his words. Does he really think I'm beautiful? The rope had a diamond pattern and wrapped around me so tightly it reminded me of the way Tom grabs me.

I guess...

It's not as bad as I though...

"It's called a Hishi Karada." He explained trailing his hands across the interlinked ties he made. "You'll wear this for the day. I'll remove it before you head home. That's the condition."

"F-fine." I felt like my breath was being squeeze out quicker. Every time it made me want to panic but I controlled myself.

Tom checked his watch, "Because of your dawdling we'll be late. Hurry and get dressed."

Biting back my remark I moved to dress, but it took my longer than it should. Every movement made the ropes move across my skin and because of it I was hyper aware of my entire body making me more sensitive. I let out a shaky breath once I was finally dressed and saw that Tom was watching me with amusement.

'This is going to be a long day.'

~~Some time later~~

"By time we get there they'll have finished practicing. How about moving a bit faster?"

I glared at Tin as he intentionally walked faster than normal. He had one of his drivers bring us to the venue - which was about an hour away - since we were running behind. Apparently Tom had planned for us to take the train, so I was glad that we couldn't. I don't think I would've survived being so close to so many people. Currently, we were inside of the stadium and walking to the gym area.

Throwing a smirk over his shoulders he said, "Pick up the pace, Raven."

'Jerk' I thought angrily.

I was trying to keep up but it was hard to walk normally in this. Every movement made the ropes move and tighten around me. It wasn't enough to cause pains, but just enough to stimulate my entire body. I was especially aware of how the ropes squeezed my breast with every inhale. That wasn't even the worse part. That darn 5th knot Tom made that rested too comfortably on my crotch was dangerously close to - well - I didn't want to say, but at any moment I felt like it would make contact. Though, at the very least, I got used to breathing and found that I wasn't so difficult. Still he could have been a bit more considerate of the situation. What happened to the Tom who reassured me and asked me to trust him?

'But really I don't have anyone to blame for this situation but myself. I agreed to this, just-ugh-I'll be fine once I sit down.'

Finally I was able to eat the familiar sound of volleyballs hitting the ground, the squeaking of shoes and shouting. My sudden excitement made me walk faster and soon we entered the gym. I momentarily forgot about the ropes as I excitedly looked around. There were two courts and both were were being used by the two teams to practice drills. Off to the side were the coaches of the teams. When they saw us they came to greet us.

"You must be Mr. Tom. We were informed that you would be joining us today. I'm Ronald Goldbloom, and this here is Levert Grimmwood."

The younger of the two spoke first, and unlike the second coach, met us with a smile. Anyone would consider this guy as a normal looking guy. What with his common face, and his hair cut that looked like it was chosen from the "Average Joe" catalog. Though everything about him could be considered average, if there was one thing he excelled at it was the training of his team. Even before becoming a coach he played volleyball for the national team. During that time he was known as a very skilled libero. There weren't many times where he let the ball his the ground during his career. He was also know to train ridiculously hard even going so far as to add onto his given training regiment. As a coach he brought with him that same mentality. As such he was often called Ronald "Demon coach" Goldbloom, coach for the Anpachi Trolls.

Tom reached out to take his outstretched hand.

"Hmph, yeah an hour ago."

The older gentleman grumbled his displeasure at being kept waiting, and didn't offer his hand in greeting. Really it was amazing that we got away with only that considering his reputation. Above all else it's said that he hates tardiness the worst. I heard that if his players are even a second late there would be a terrible penalty for them. Compared to Ronald, who was still young at only 37, he was 63 years old. Though it would be foolish to think that, that meant he was a pushover. If Ronald was a "Demon" then this coach was an "Ogre". On the side he coached privately and many of his students continued on to play for national teams, and in the Olympics. His name was Levert Grimmwood.

"My apologies, something unavoidable came up." Tom replied cordially, and though he apologized it still felt like he was looking down on them.

This did not go unnoticed by the two of them and Ronald chuckled nervously while Levert's frown deepened.

"And who is this lovely lady?" Ronald asked and every eye turned to my direction.

"I-i'm Raven Clark! It's an honor to meet you!" In my excitement I shouted my greeting and ended with an enthusiastic bow. However, when I did the ropes I forgot about instantly tightened and I stumbled forward and the sudden pressure on my chest. Slowly I stood up straight with a blush.

'I can't believe I'm in front of them like this...'

Filled with a burst of shame I looked down and stepped behind Tom. I was embarrassed that I was so excited that I forgot about the ropes, and double so thinking that they would be able to tell if I stood too closely. Tom , however, had different plans. He quickly pulled me in front of him and held me steady by my shoulders.

"T-tom, wait I-" I whispered turned my head to plead with him. n

He smirked and addressed the coaches, "She's a big fan of you both, and will be playing the upcoming Sports Festival."

"Is that so?" Ronald smile. "Its always a pleasure to meet a fan."

"T-thank you." I blushed from both happiness and embarrassment. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

Levert didn't say a word and simply walked off. Ronald sighed and gave us an apologetic smile.

"Please don't mind him. We are happy to have you here. We'll be starting our practicing matches so if you'd like please have a seat on my side of the bench." As he lead us over he turned to me, "What position do you play?"

"Mainly right winger spiker, but since I'm on the short side I often play libero in games."

While I spoke Ronald was nodding his head as though giving his approval. He looked over my body, paying close attention to my legs and shoulders. Thinking he would notice my secret if he stared to closely I fidgeted nervously and stepped closer to Tom. Thankfully, he seemed unaware.

"You have good legs. I can tell you've been playing for a while. You also have a beautiful walking posture as well. Do you play for a school?"

"Hogwarts High, but this year, in favor of the Sports Festival, I won't be on the team since the schedules don't really match."

"Hmm...Are you interested in playing for a league?"

I quickly nodded and my excitement began rising from the mere thought, "Th-that's right! It's been a dream of mine for the longest! I actually want to attend a sports College but..." Towards the end of my sentence my enthusiasm trailed off.

'But my dream will only stay a dream.'

Not noticing the change in my mood Ronald just smiled, "It's nice to see that the passion for volleyball is still alive in the youth. Some of my players were scouted at the Sports Festival so good luck. I'm sure you'll be able to learn quite a bit today."

"Yes, thank you very much!"

'This is no time to get depressed! This is a once in a life time chance!'

Once leading us to our seats he quickly returned to Levert, who was waiting impatiently the entire time. I didn't realize how tense I was the entire time until Ronald had finally left. I couldn't believe that this was happening. I mean, just moments before I was standing before the coaches of two of the four powerhouse volleyball schools. Mary would never believe me if I told her I was here.

'I wonder if I could take pictures...No they probably wouldn't let me. Besides, if someone saw the pictures I wouldn't be able to explain myself out of it.' I rolled my shoulder with a sigh, 'If only I didn't have to deal with Tom and his stupid games.'

"I'm impressed, Raven. You've managed to get this far."

I set Tom a glare not appreciating his comment, especially since it sounded like he was laughing at me. My glare hardened once seeing his face. He was definitely laughing at me. Before I could say anything - though not like I had anything witty to say - Ronald and some of the other players joined us. The moment I saw the players close up I instantly became star struck.

"So you two are the reason for Coach Levert's bad mood?" A dark skinned player with the number 14 on his red and blue jersey chuckled.

Another player chuckled and took a quick swig from his water bottle, "Gotta say, glad I don't have to deal with him right now. Heard he's a real demon when angry."

"Well we have our own demon to worry about." The shortest of the group and the only one wearing an all blue uniform said with a grin.

My eyes widened as I stared at each one of them, and I was sure that my eyes had literally turned into stars. "T-tom!" I whispered and reached over to grab his shoulder while still looking at the others. "T-that's Michel Drent! The south paw left wing spiker! His hit ratio is one of the more impressive in the league-and look! He's Chris Mortin a middle blocker who excels at read blocking with scary precision! And he's Axel Rhode! He hasn't even gone pro yet, but even compared to them he's considered one of the best liberos!" Not just them but there were so many other big name players, and being so close to them had my excitement to it's max.

"Sounds like we're famous."

My entire face went red when I realized that I hadn't been whispering like I thought and they had heard everything I said.

Alex made his way over to me and grinned widely. He was about the same height as myself. "You know our names, but we don't have the pleasure of knowing yours."

"Raven Clark!"

"Pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Careful Alex, or her boyfriend might bite your head off." His friends warned with a laugh, and in response Alex winked teasingly.

Before I could deny that he was my boyfriend a sharp clap quickly cut through the conversation and all heads turned to Ronald, "Enough. We stall anymore and not even I will be safe from Levert's wrath. Gather round." The players quickly turned serious and listened to their coach. "We'll be playing this as though it's a real tournament. It'll be the best of 5 matches, and just because there isn't any real trophy on the line if you lose-" Though Ronald didn't finish his sentence the smile on his face seemed to chill the air around him, and the energy around the players suddenly became intense.

'Whoa...Scary.'

After a few more words from Ronald the players all took their positions and the game officially started. I couldn't take my eyes off the match the moment it started. With every serve, spike and receive my smile grew wider and my hands balled into fist over my knees.

'They really aren't holding back. Anpachi has some impressive players, but Gringotts isn't a push over either. With players like Maties, Sasuke, Cole and Jacob it'll be interesting match.' I had to hold back a squeal as the situation was getting to me. 'Ah! There it is! Chris' read block! Hm, but Sasuke was able to hit it off the block nicely to regro-'

"He got through!" I leaned forward only to give a sudden cough as I was abruptly out of breath. Placing a hand on my chest I worked to get my breathing back to normal just in time to see Alex make a miraculous save. "N-nice dig!"

About an hour and a half and 5 sets later, Gringotts came out the victor. However, it was a close game and it really could have gone either way. They went into deuces in all five games and each game had me on the edge of my seat.

"That...That was awesome." I muttered in awe.

It seemed like even though they had just finished playing a match rivaling the finals of a championship tournament they would be continuing with practice. Only the starting players played in the earlier match, so apparently it was time for the B-string players to go at it. Suddenly, Ronald turned to me.

"I'm glad you seemed to enjoy yourself."

"I did! I was able to learn a lot from watching the match!"

"More than that, it looked like you were about to jump in at any moment." One of the players laughed.

"Yeah, that was some super intense staring you were giving."

"I was a little afraid that if I did too bad coach might actually switch me out for you."

"What do you mean if you did bad. Your blocking was atrocious. That's 100 practice blocks for you, and your partner will be the guy who likes spiking it out of bounds." Another player tensed and looked off to the side since he knew Ronald was talking about him. "Each time you miss a block that's 10 dives, and for every spike that's blocked that 10 dives for you."

'W-what! That's crazy! Theoretically that means one person could end up doing 1000 dives!'

"Raven-"

"Y-yes!" I squeaked half expecting Ronald to give me some crazy punishment too. I wasn't even playing!

"Why don't you join them in their drills."

Did I just hear him right? Did he invite me to join?

"You came all this way. I feel it's a disservice to let you leave and not give you a chance to get a feel for real collage volleyball."

'This can't be happening! It's like a dream! No, even better than a dream! It's like heaven!'

"T-thank you very much!" My eyes slowly fell to the floor, "But...I can't-"

"It's ridiculous to let this chance pass you by." Tom moved to stand next to me. "Why don't you join them? Surely there is no better way to get better than play with a highly skilled team."

"Y-yeah but." He knew exactly why I was hesitating. There was no way I could play normally as I was now. "I-i think I'll pass."

Tom smiled charmingly and placed a hand on my shoulder, "Nonsense. Besides it'll be rude to refuse his generous offer."

"But-"

"Raven." His voice lowered in warning and behind his smile I sensed an eerie coldness that made me bite back any more resistance.

This wasn't anything but another chance for Tom to watch me struggle. I can't believe I was about to play volleyball with the Anpachi Trolls while wearing ropes beneath my clothes. Still, despite the situation I couldn't deny my excitement.

"Raven, what position are you?" Chris asked and tossed me a ball.

"Right spiker, and libero." I looked at the net and frowned, "Though, the net may be a bit high for me. I've never played with it at men's height."

"Don't worry about it. It's actually not much higher than what you're probably used to." He dropped into his stance, "Anyway, lets pepper a bit."

Off to the side Tom sat on a chair watching me with an intense stare. Very similar to that of a predator eyeing its next prey. I turned back to Chris with a smile hiding my unease. I gently tossed the ball for him to receive and went into a stance myself, but the moment I spread my legs and bent my knees the ropes dug right between my lower lips. As though shot I stiffened at the feeling.

"You alright?" Chris asked since I didn't return the ball.

"Y-yes." I squeaked, slowly reaching down for the ball and giving a shaky breath as the ropes moved across my body. Naturally my eyes looked at Tom and saw the smirked playing on his face.

"You seem a little stiff. Do you want to stretch?"

I shook my head, "I-i'm fine. I'm just a-a bit nervous."

Again I tossed the ball and got into position. I bit back the sound that wanted to escape from the contact and this time I was able to receive the ball. Every time I brought my hands together the ropes tightened against my back and chest. Chris hit the ball up wanting me to hit it so I pulled my arm back, inhaling sharply from the sudden tightness around my body, before making solid contact against the ball.

"Nice hit! You have a good form." Chris grinned, catching the ball. "Let's go join the others."

It was suddenly a whole lot warmer in the gym than I remember. I watched Chris' back for a while as I took a few calming breaths before joining the rest of the team. They were doing spiking drills with two lines.

"Lets see what you've got Raven!" Alex shot me a thumbs up.

I attempted a smile in his direction but my face felt too tense to feel natural. As I took my position at the end of the line the others welcomed me warmly, but despite their welcome I tried to keep a certain distance from them. I was already worried about them finding out about the ropes, but the steady growing heat in my body from the constant friction was making things ten times worse. Especially since it happily made its home between my lower lips. I could barely pay attention and respond to the conversations around me. Before I knew it my turn arrived and I took my position. I should have been beyond the moon at having the Blake Muhammed set for me, but my attention was currently split. I began my approach, bending low to jump, during which I grit my teeth try to resist the pleas-pressure!- and leaped into the air.

The sound of the ball hitting my hand and smacking against the ground on the other side made the other players murmur in appreciation. On my decent I couldn't help but stumble.

"Nice!" Blake praised, "I noticed you adjusted. I'll make sure to tighten the path next time so it's closer to the net."

"Th-thanks." Was that my voice? It sounded so breathy and thick to my ears. As I walked passed by Blake he patted my shoulder to say 'good job' but the sudden touch sent a pleasant tingle through my overly sensitive body and I couldn't help the sound I made, "A-ah~!"

Shocked and mortified by what just happened I rushed to the back of the line, ignoring the confused look Blake was giving me. Luckily the sounds was only loud enough for Black to hear and not the whole court. The other players were talking to me, I think about how to improve my approach, but nothing was sticking.

Like a magnet, my eyes were again on Tom but this time I couldn't look away. It irked me how he could sit there so above it all when I was in this situation because of him. Yet it also excited me to know he was watching me. His smirk deepened and his eyes narrowed when I didn't look away. He slowly crossed his legs and his sharp gaze seemed to intensify as he unabashedly looked at me. A deep shudder ran down my spine from his piercing eyes and the way they purposefully raked across my body. I was entranced by the way his fingers wove between one another as they rested on the outer side of his knee. He lightly drummed one hand against the back of his other. It felt like I couldn't control my thoughts because suddenly I was remembering just how strong his hands were from all the times he's grabbed me before. As if knowing my thoughts his hands tightened their grip around his knee.

"-ven! You're up!"

Roughly yanked back into reality it took a few seconds to refocus and try to calm my suspiciously heavy breathing. My approach was a bit unstable, and even though I manage to hit the ball it wasn't a clean shot and bounced off of the top of the net to just barely fall over onto the other side.

"S-sorry. I-it was a good t-toss too." I airily apologized as I passed Blake.

"...Don't worry about it."

I didn't notice the increasingly odd look he was giving me as I moved to the back. Things were slowly becoming blurry as my eyes began to gloss over and my tongue continuously passed over my lips, that would only quickly dry out due to my escalating breathing.

Like clockwork it was all too quickly my turn.

By now the heat of the room was becoming too much to bear and my legs faintly trembled under my weight. My heart hammered in my chest and though I was looking straight a head, my mind couldn't have been further from reality. I was keenly aware of how tight the ropes and the swimsuit felt. The way my chest pushed against their restraints and my nipples hardening until it was almost painful. The gentle friction cause by the swimsuit doing little to relieve the want steadily growing in the back of my mind. However that was nothing to the torture happening below.

My most sensitive place was constantly being rubbed and with every step a jolt akin to electricity ran down my spine making it harder and harder to suppress my voice. And this last spike would be my undoing. The moment I attempted to squat to jump my breath hitched and knees instantly buckled as I curled in on myself. That, however, only made it worse due to the ropes biting into the curves of my body causing me to tremble and squirm on the floor.

"Woah! You alright there!?" Blake and the others ran towards me, the commotion also catching the attention from the other court as well.

I wanted to answer but the only thing I could manage were heavy pants. I shut my eyes and squeezed my legs together, the acton producing another shudder.

"What's going on here?"

I could vaguely recognize Ronald's voice as someone knelt beside me. I pride my eyes open and saw the circle of men staring down at me, and though they were clearly worried, all I could think about was them finding out the cause of my behavior.

"I-i'm...Fi~ah!" In my attempt to stand up it only made my voice ring out much clearer than before. It was already too late but through my haze I came to realize this was what Tom was after. Why he pushed me to play with them which would cause the rope to create such delicious tension on my body. I didn't want to admit it, but it felt so...so...so good. It rubbed just right on that bundle of nerves that almost had me drooling. Especially the coolness of the gym floor that contrasted so sharply with my burning skin, and in appreciation I sighed as I rubbed my cheek against the floor.

Tom's POV

At this moment there was nothing more rewarding and entertaining than watching the struggle play out across Raven's face as she desperately tried to act normal around them.

But I knew.

Every step would drive her closer to a sweet oblivion until she couldn't stand it anymore and beg me for her release. Until she was nothing but a puddle of lustful desire more than ready for everything I had to offer. Each tremor of her body didn't go unnoticed by my attentive stare, nor did the slow flushing of her skin or the way she would rub her legs together only to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from making a sound. And there it was. The look that told me she was enjoying it. Her eyes met mine glossy with unshed tears, a desperation for it all to end, and most importantly the curiosity of wanting to continue. Of wanting to see just how far this would go and how it would all play out.

I crossed legs, smirking from Raven's reaction to my movements. She was so adorably aware of me even from so far away begging me with her eyes to not look away. She always pretended to fight me, rejecting my ideas in an effort to maintain her clean image, to be the good girl her father bred her to be. Well not to worry Raven because that won't change. 'You'll just become my good girl.' At least until I become bored with her and find a new pet.

'Looks like she's at her limit. It's no surprise, she's weak to pleasure.' I thought as I rose to my feet right as Raven collapsed into a pathetic shivering mess on the floor, a sweet cry passing her wet lips when she tried to stand.

"I'm sorry, it seems like she isn't feeling well." I spoke calmly once close enough for them to hear. "Her fever must have come back."

"Fever?"

Kneeling down I easily picked Raven up who mewled softly and tensed in my arms. Though possibly realizing this was her ticket out she gripped onto my shirt for dear life and buried her face into my neck. "Yes." I provided no elaborations and paid no heed to their looks of suspicion as I began walking away. Before completely leaving the room I turned back with a pleased smirk, "Thank you for having us."

Now alone in the hallway I turned my full attention to the woman still trembling in my arms. Her heated breath and parted lips brushed ever so gently against my neck, and her quiet whispers of pleasure worked my ears like the sweetest tune. Without shame I stared at her clothed womanhood, watching how she clenched and rubbed her legs together to create any kind of friction. Each action making her breathing hitch, stop for a moment before returning at a heavier pace. Really, how dare she pretend to be the model of purity and naivety when she was clearly dying for any kind of attention. I could barely suppress the biting comments from spewing forth from the very beginning. Her eyes followed my every movement as I tied her up, but not from the fear she clearly thought it was, but the opposite.

It was excitement.

She only felt like she had to resist because of how things would look if this got out, but it was clear to see what she really wanted.

And if the growing frequency of her soft gasps were any indication, she wouldn't be fighting me for very much longer.

"W-wait...sto~p...sto-..moving."

She sounded like she was in pain but I knew otherwise. She turned glossy eyes, burning with a desire she desperately wanted to fulfill, towards me. Of course I paid no mind to her plea, and this made her glare - or try to - at me.

"I-i said..st-stop." She breathlessly protested. 'You s-said you-ah-you would...i-is I said so...!"

I chuckled not bothering to meet her gaze. "This and that are two separate agreements."

"A-ah...But-"

"Unless you want to undress in public. Once we're home," I cut my eyes down at her and dropped my voice to a deep rumble, "I'll give you exactly what you want."

The look on Raven's face at that moment would've had any lesser man abandon themselves like an animal. That's if the heat rolling from her body and the way she trembled at every slight movement hadn't done it already. Still, the way she was able to pull such a lewd expression so naturally sent a sharp jolt to my groin. Raven, as though to somehow keep herself grounded to reality, she wrapped her arms around my neck. She clung to me with such desperation I couldn't stop my chuckle. In this position her chest pressed against mine and even through her clothes her hardened nipples made themselves known, surly crying for attention. Sadly that would have to wait, but when the time came it would only be that much sweeter.

Raven's POV

I hated everything about this. At least that's what I desperately tried to tell myself. I didn't know whether the rubbing was too much of not enough, and by the time we were back in Tom's room I still didn't have an answer. But maybe I didn't want an answer. I could count the number of times I touched myself on one hand and every time I stopped after only a few moments of light touches. I always felt embarrassed doing something like that, but I was still curious after some of Lola's much more raunchier conversation topics. This, however, was nothing like any of those times.

I wanted this to stop, because soon I wouldn't be able to pretend that I didn't like it.

My mind was so fuzzy it was hard to concentrate on anything but the constant stimulation my body was receiving. Suddenly there was a hand on my chin, forcing my head to turn and I opened my eyes to see a hazy Tom hovering over me. It was only then I realized that I had been laid on his bed with my legs hanging off.

"That's some face you're making."

I placed my hands on his chest to push him away, at least that was my intention. Somehow my fingers became entangled in the fabric of his clothes.

"T-tom."

"I didn't think you would enjoy it this much." He chuckled above me as I squirmed.

"...Pl-please..."

"Please what? I can't understand you."

My grip on his shirt tightened and if I wasn't already I knew my face turned bright red as the next words passed my lips, "Ta...Take it..o~ooff."

Tom pried my hands from his shirt and stood up before shooting me a look. "Then strip."

His words sent a strange thrill through my body but I tried as best as I could to push it aside, and focus on undressing. I didn't have the time to be embarrassed about undressing, I mean, just how much worse could it get? More importantly there was a pressure between my legs that had been steadily growing. Something was starting to build up inside of me and make my gut turn to knots. Whatever it was pushed my unsteady hands to struggle to pull my shirt over head and pull down my jeans. The cool air hit my exposed arms and legs harshly, but the temperature contrast wasn't entirely unpleasant. Once done I looked at him expectantly, praying that he'd quickly end my misery. He laughed through his nose and encouraged me towards him with a lazy wave of his hand. It was almost like he couldn't be bother with me, like I was taking up his precious time with trivialities. And if it wasn't for that mischievous glint in his eyes I would've believed it.

I rose to my feet but it was short lived as my trembling legs couldn't handle my body weight and I fell forward into Tom's sturdy chest. His deep chuckle in my ear sent my heart racing and I tensed feeling his finger squeezed itself between the ropes and my heated body, while his other brazenly claimed my hip.

"My, how aggressive. I don't dislike that in a woman. However," His knuckles pushed into my back as he gripped the rope, "Dishonest women..."

Though he trailed off in my head the rest of his sentenced filled my otherwise hazy space.

Should be punished

A sharp squeak shot from my mouth followed quickly by a long, lewd moan. My arms shot around his neck to keep myself standing and I lifted myself onto my toes. That knot that had been only barely brushing against that button of nerves between my lower lips was now pulled against it harshly and without mercy.

"W-w-wha-Tom y-you-I can't-!"

"If you don't stand up straight I can't take this off. That is what you want, yes?"

"Y-ye~s-!" The rope pull tighter against me and by now I was so far on my toes I was feeling the beginnings of a cramp forming in my calves.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded staring at the wall behind Tom, but seeing nothing pass the heavy fog. That earlier pressure was becoming too much to bare. The knots in my stomach continue to tighten and relax in such nauseating succession that I though I would go crazy if it didn't burst. With every rub the clenching with increase in speed and my breathing followed suit. It was right there. Something. Just on the edge, ready to wash over me like a raging waterfall.

"Hm? But your body doesn't seem to agree. Just look at your hips."

"...Yes..."Again I nodded only now having realized that the friction was being caused by my hips moving against the taut ropes.

"Tell me Raven. What do you want?"

"Yes..."

"You want it to stop?"

"Yes"

"You want to keep going."

"Yes."

"Raven."

"Yes."

I was reduced to repeating that one word as I clung to Tom like a drowning man to a life raft. There was no doubt that I looked like a fool, but the only thing I could focus on was working on getting over that threshold that was just within my reach.

.Right.There!

Finally a strangled whimper crawled up my throat and my shoulders slumped. What...What happened? That was so...so...Unsatisfying. My body tingled with frustration from denial and the buildup that had steadily grown quickly faded like a candle that was blown out too early. My chest heaved with my deep breathing and though I hadn't done much my body felt spent and tired. I felt like I could fall asleep at any moment. I pried my eyes open and on the ground were the ropes and even though my mind connected that it meant I wasn't tied up, I still felt the weight and roughness of them on my body. My hips twitched in response and I wanted to hate my body for its honest reaction.

Right in my ear Tom whispered, "This is want you wanted, right Raven."

"...Yes..."

That was what I wanted...So then why do I feel so regretful?

Okay!

Finally got this finished!

So, so far these have kind of been one of episodes, with some of them kind of having to do with each other but nothing too real. However, now I'll be going into the first story arc in the next chapter. I hope you all will look forward to it and enjoy it!