Fifth
Yui had grown used to being called stupid and a masochist. She was starting to wonder if it was true.
Her first impression of Reiji told her that he was the sort of proper aristocrat that would never do something impolite or improper.
Apparently, that impression had been very incorrect.
Now there she was, curled on the floor of his bedroom, dizzy and numb from the poison he'd laced her tea with. The antidote was spreading fast, but it hadn't been fast enough for her to prevent him from licking the bleeding cut on her palm.
She wasn't sure what to expect when Reiji stood back up and turned away from her, but, "I have soiled myself with your blood," was not it. He seemed angry, too.
Yui gulped dryly. "That's not my—"
"I do not wish to hear excuses," Reiji said, cutting her off. "On your feet."
Arguing would probably end badly for her and she was still tired from the ordeal with Kanato in the graveyard.
Tired and full of self-loathing.
Yui rose as steadily as she could, silent, still suffering some effects from the poison. She was still dizzy, but not so much that she was in danger of falling.
After a couple seconds of silence, Yui looked up at Reiji to see if he was still paying attention to her.
He was.
His eyes were sharp, hungry, and burning holes through hers.
Yui could only back away from him, terrified, as he dropped his glove and strode back over to her. He grabbed her shoulder and slammed her back against the bookcase only half of a step more behind her.
"Reiji," Yui said shakily, trying to think fast. "Please, don't!"
She could only handle so much in one night. Maybe if she told him…but she couldn't even think of recounting that.
Reiji brushed his hand up her cheek and wove his fingers into her hair, using it to keep her face angled toward his.
"Who do you think will hear your screams?" he asked.
He inclined his head toward her neck, fangs ready.
"No," Yui pleaded.
Reiji stopped to give her a stern look.
"Mortals are nothing but containers of blood," he said. "Despite your position as a mere container, I find I want to pleasure you greatly." He tilted her head further back and leaned in. "Here," he whispered before biting into her throat.
He was similar to Shu, somehow, in the way he bit. If there was a difference, it would be that Reiji was a bit more purposeful and took smaller gulps.
It did feel good, though, in a warmer way than Kanato's indecently orgasmic bites. Pleasure pulsed down from the puncture wounds.
She had to put a stop to it.
Unable to speak, Yui elected to raise her still numb arm and push away the hand Reiji had up on the other side of her head, hoping he would at take his fangs out of her.
It did get him off balance for a moment, enough to make him stagger up and away from her.
"Stop it!" Yui begged as soon as her neck was straight again.
Reiji immediately slammed his palm back against the bookcase, right next to her head.
"Know your place, human!" he warned, voice low and dangerous. "I will not tolerate disobedience!"
He grabbed the wrist attached to her injured hand, lifted it up, and started squeezing.
"Learn to fear me, more and more!" he ordered.
His grip was getting too tight. Yui was sure he'd break her wrist any second now, but she couldn't scream. He had her head tilted back again and his face was barely an inch from hers.
"Shall I bandage your wound?" he offered with a depraved smile. "I'll bind it so tightly that it will cut off your blood flow, and your hand will rot and fall off at the wrist. How will you scream then? The very idea excites me."
Yui collapsed. She was still conscious, but a sudden dizziness—surely caused by Reiji speaking right in her ear-put her legs out of commission. She didn't hit the floor only because Reiji was holding her up by that wrist.
He could obviously tell she was still conscious. He kept speaking.
"Your face will distort with regret and remorse," he told her. "You will suffer, and finally, crying and screaming, you will die."
He stayed silent for a minute after that. Though her vision was spinning, Yui could stand to open her eyes just long enough to make out the distant expression he had on his face. He bent over and slid his arm around her waist to secure her against himself.
"I will not allow it," murmured.
What wouldn't he allow?
Rather than let him continue his one-sided conversation, Yui mustered every bit of strength she had left to say, "Please…let me go…I can't…"
Reiji scoffed. "Troublesome human."
He picked her up.
Yui hadn't expected him to carry her anywhere. Did he feel bad about using her as a test subject for his poison?
No, of course not.
He sat her on his desk, poured another vial of God knows what into her mouth, and made her swallow it.
It wasn't too bad, though. it actually tasted kind of sweet and she quickly started feeling better—more awake, less dizzy, like she hadn't just lost too much blood in one night.
"How do you feel?" Reiji asked, tone just like that of a doctor who had just administered fast-acting medicine to a patient.
"Better," Yui said, amazed. "Thank you, Reiji. What was that?"
Reiji smirked.
"It's a mere tonic I developed recently," he said. "One that makes humans feel fully revitalized."
"It's incredible," Yui told him.
She actually felt good enough to get some homework done for once. She was usually too drained—literally—to do anything but sleep after one of them sucked her blood.
Yui tried to remove herself from Reiji's desk, but he stopped her. He leaned over her, hips between her legs, hands on either side of her, face close to hers.
"I do not recall giving you permission to stand," he said.
The color that had just returned to Yui's face drained away. She was so amazed at the effects of Reiji's medicine that she forgot he was the reason she'd nearly passed out from blood loss.
Much as Yui wanted to think up an argument that might get her out of his room as quickly as possible, she found it very difficult to keep a train of thought going with his commanding eyes glaring into hers. All she could do was look back unwaveringly and hope he wasn't aware of how rapidly she was starting to tremble.
Reiji leaned back a bit and slid just the tip of his finger up her arm, over her collarbone, up her neck, to the tip of her chin, leaving a hot trail in its wake. He watched her unblinkingly, never taking his eyes off hers, as if he was waiting for a reaction. That was something she wouldn't give him, though.
"Your self-control is commendable," Reiji told her, though he sounded more amused than impressed.
From the middle of her lip, he slowly dragged his finger straight down to the brim of her shorts.
Yui's cheeks went from white to red in a split second.
"But I suspect you will soon run out of energy to fuel that obstinate attitude of yours," Reiji murmured with a grin.
He dipped his head and bit her.
A pained squeak escaped Yui's lips, but that was it. She managed to hold back the other noises that threatened to rise up from the back of her throat, and keeping them down became harder and harder with every millimeter further that Reiji's fangs dug into her. She tried to push him away, hands trembling on his shoulders, but he didn't budge.
"St…op…" she choked out.
Reiji chuckled against her skin before lifting his head. The reverberations of his voice made her dizzy all over again.
"Perhaps I should have you drink another of my medicines," he mused. "I have one in mind that should make you most eager to have my fangs in your throat."
Yui gave him a look of horror.
"That sounds dissatisfying, though," Reiji recanted. He glanced down, then back up to her eyes, and stood straight, though didn't back away from her. "Remove your sweater."
Yui clenched her hands into fists and gritted her teeth, trying to weigh her options.
On one hand, she didn't want to do as he said. She didn't want to go along with his commands or do anything to make this even a little bit better for him. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction and she had decided after the incident with Shu that she would never comply to any of their demands of this nature. The shame she felt afterward was almost too much to bear.
On the other hand, she had no chance of escaping. On the off chance she even managed to get off his desk, Reiji would catch her again before she even made it to the door, and then…the thought of what he might do to punish her was both terrifying and disturbingly thrilling.
Just as Yui started to internally admonish herself for that disturbing speck of thrill, Reiji tilted her face upward with his knuckle under her jaw.
"I'm growing impatient," he said. "Were my instructions too complicated for you?"
Yui glared at him.
Reiji smirked. "Such a defiant nature you have," he commented, reaching for something behind himself. "Breaking you will be truly fulfilling."
Yui had forgotten that Reiji had a riding crop. Remembering the occasions he had threatened to "discipline" her with it sent fresh tremors up her spine.
Reiji took a step back. Yui could have shoved herself off the desk and made a break for it, but the same problem remained—no matter what she did, he would catch her. There was no way to escape. She could only wait until he decided this session of madness was over.
Reiji trailed the tip of his crop up Yui's neck and tilted her head back with it under her chin.
The way he was looking at her, Yui wouldn't have been surprised if he started whipping her across her face.
"Perhaps I should start with something simpler," he said. "Remove your boots."
Yui swallowed, but her throat remained dry. She wished he would just rip her clothes off and take her by force if he was going to do it at all. Why did he have to torment her psychologically as well as physically?
She did as he ordered, though, and kicked her boots off. She would rather deal with shame than welts and gashes.
Reiji lifted the crop away from her.
"Now your clothes," he instructed.
Yui hesitated.
Reiji swatted her thigh, right on Kanato's claw marks.
Yui shrieked and recoiled, pulling her legs closer to herself. She was practically curled up on his desk, shaking and leaning away from him.
Reiji looked down at her with narrowed eyes, making her feel like she was being reevaluated. When they focused on her thigh, on the reopened cuts and the red welt blooming around them, she started to feel hot and scared all over again.
Yui turned away from him and made to hop off his desk. She knew it was pointless, but she couldn't stand it anymore—his eyes caressing her, his voice violating her, the threat of his crop heating her up to dangerous temperatures, it was all too much.
Reiji, though, didn't let her get even that far.
He grabbed her under her knee and tugged her right back over to him sharply enough to knock her off balance and make her head hit his desk.
"Let me go, Reiji!" she cried, and the shrieked when he swatted her thigh again, harder than the first time.
"It seems I will have to approach this differently," Reiji decided, undoing his belt.
He slid it out of its loops and easily gathered Yui's wrists in one hand, despite her best efforts to struggle. He bound them with his belt more than tight enough to cut off her circulation. He leaned over her, pulling her arms back, and hooked the belt on to something on the other side of his desk.
"Stop it!" Yui whimpered pleadingly as he shoved her sweater and bra up, all the way to her wrists.
"I need to thoroughly teach you your place," Reiji said, looking at her with that depraved, excited expression again. He tugged her shorts and underwear off as well, leaving her bare before him. "What should I start with, then? Your legs?"
He swatted Yui's injured thigh again. She screamed.
"Your hips?"
He swatted those as well. She whimpered and started to tear up.
He reached down and brushed his fingertips over her breasts.
"Or perhaps somewhere even more sensitive."
Yui couldn't speak. She was afraid that if she tried, those noises would come out instead—ones that would let Reiji know that the way he squeezed her breasts and bit them felt good.
He took only a couple mouthfuls of blood before lifting his head.
"Intoxicating," he murmured, and then licked up the drops of blood that leaked out of the fresh holes.
Restraining her vocal cords was becoming painful for Yui, even more than the belt biting into her wrists or the fangs digging back in to her breast. She was only hanging on by a thread now. Any more touches or bites, any more of him practically whispering in her ear and she would snap.
Reiji, it seemed, had reached his limit as well.
She felt him slide his hand between them to fiddle with his pants. He straightened up and got a painfully tight grip on her hips before shoving himself into her with an almost vicious force, digging his nails into her skin.
Yui screamed. She stopped caring what Reiji hear and whether or not he liked it as soon as he started pounding into her. She wasn't sure if it was the angle or the force with which he moved, but she felt each thrust much more acutely than usual. She started to find it difficult to breathe, felt like something was suffocating her even though there was nothing around her throat.
She came fast, but Reiji didn't seem to notice. If he was aware of her pleas for him to at least slow down, if only for a few seconds, he ignored them. He kept up his brutal pace until he finished, which was just before Yui's endurance level maxed out. The relief was instantaneous. She could breathe again as soon as he stopped thrusting, even with him growling and squeezing her hips even tighter. Her legs hung limply on either side of him. She felt afterglow pulse all around her numb body.
Reiji huffed quietly in a humored way after catching his breath, inciting Yui to focus her hazy eyes on his.
"Unexpectedly," he murmured, combing his fingers through his hair, "I find the sight of you like this to be quite pleasing. I think I'll take you to the dungeon next time and discipline you there."
He was already thinking about next time?
If Yui had any energy left, she would probably have looked scared, but she couldn't do even that much. She couldn't even keep them open after a couple more seconds. The effects of Reiji's tonic were either short lived or he had burnt through the stuff in that single bout of fornication.
Reiji slid out of her, getting him one last quiet whimper. He fixed his clothes and then calmly walked around to the other side of his desk to free Yui's wrists from his belt. Her hands had started to turn a purplish blue from lack of blood and the edges of the belt had left small cuts in her skin.
Yui could hear him walking away. She wanted to get up, to just go back to her bedroom, but she couldn't so much as lift a finger.
She felt a hand curl around her forearm and tug her up. She felt herself hit Reiji's torso. Felt a soft cloth be draped over her shoulders. Felt herself be picked up and held securely. Next thing she knew, she was being laid down on her bed, and she was unconscious in seconds.