Chapter 3

She made an excuse.

She was glad Sho's parents never made much of a fuss about her activities. She'd always been so good and so responsible they never asked her too many questions. So when she mumbled something about going to Tokyo for a day to look up resources in a university library, they didn't blink an eye. She'd done it before and had always come back unharmed.

She had a backpack ready. In it, she had some spare clothing, her notebook, her laptop. A toothbrush. She was planning on leaving the house and changing somewhere into her cutest outfit: a skirt that ended just above her knees, a blouse trimmed with bows at the shoulder and a sweetheart neckline. She had some tinted lip balm, but no makeup to speak of. She sighed. She would look…hopelessly juvenile. Plain. But makeup was expensive, and she didn't have any clothing that anyone could consider even remotely sexy. The lewd underwear she'd been wearing had already exceeded what she'd set aside from her budget. She wanted to look hot for Tsuruga-sensei, but reality was working against her.

But then…perhaps she wouldn't need to spend too much time clothed.

Her face burned at the thought.

An incoming text buzzed and illuminated on her phone screen. Her heart skipped a beat. Wear your uniform, it said.

Whatever hope she had of calming the blush on her face died. She stared at the text, feeling an illicit rush that rose from her toes and settled in the space between her legs. Wearing her uniform was…inherently perverted. Pornographic cosplay. It was so much more filthy than the cute outfit she'd been planning. Immediately her mind's eye conjured up an image—her, on his desk, her blouse torn apart, her skirt bunched around her waist, legs open as his cum dripped down her thigh.

She shook herself out of lurid daydreams—it would be time to go soon.

She was washing the dishes from breakfast when Sho came into the kitchen, opening the fridge and acting as if he hadn't just had a massive breakfast.

She ignored him.

Half an hour, she told herself. Half an hour and then she could go—

"You're up to something," he said.

She turned around. "I'm sorry?"

He was standing by the open refrigerator door, arms crossed, tapping his foot. "I said, Kyoko, that you're up to something."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She spoke as nonchalantly as she could, hoping that Sho would stop his prying.

"I know you." He took a step closer, pointing at her. "And something's up. You're trying to hide it, but you're like a pot spilling over."

She turned around and went back to the dishes, hoping she wasn't blushing. "Nothing's up, Sho." She tried to sound calm.

He sidled up next to her, waving a hand in front of her face. Just Sho being Sho, hopelessly annoying, because he was a boy, and that's what boys did. "Hey—Sho, seriously. Stop—" He'd done this since they were kids. She'd always been the one doing chores—both hers and his, because he always talked her into it. Distracting her while she did them had been one of his favorite pastimes. She flicked water at him, he laughed at her and flicked water back.

She was going to whap him over the head with a dishtowel, but he stopped and looked at her, suddenly serious.

"It's Tsuruga-sensei, isn't it," he said, flatly.

She nearly dropped the bowl she was rinsing. She'd been so careful…what had he seen? "What?" She tried to sound shocked and innocent, but she knew she hadn't succeeded in convincing him.

His hand turned off the faucet and then took the bowl from her as she gaped at him. "I've seen the way he looks at you."

"Sho—"

"No," he said. "Come on, dude. Don't bullshit me."

"I'm not." Her voice sounded tinny and fake to her own ears. "I'm actually not."

"Hmmph," he said. "You said actually."

"Yes? And?"

"That's how I know you're lying, Kyoko." He sighed. "People who say things like 'actually' are lying. It's science. Look, I know I can be an asshole—"

"Can be?" She rolled her eyes. She'd spent a good hour lecturing him for plagiarizing her essay once she managed to get over what had happened with Tsuruga-sensei that…first time.

"Kyoko, seriously."

"I AM serious."

"I know you don't believe this, but I do care about you—"

She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, don't look so surprised—"

"It's a little weird, though, you have to admit that."

"Weird or not…" He slouched and looked away from her, hand behind his head. "Argh! Fuck. I love you like a brother, OK?"

She must've made a strangled sound because he finally looked her in the eye. "Yeah. Happy now? I admit it." He took a step towards her and poked her in the chest with an accusatory finger. "I care about you, and that man…He looks at you like you're a piece of meat. You're exactly the kind of girl that would let him take advantage of you."

She found it terribly ironic, really, that Sho would accuse Tsuruga-sensei of taking advantage of her. Tsuruga-sensei had accused him of precisely the same thing. "Tsuruga-sensei wouldn't do that—"

"'Tsuruga-sensei wouldn't doooo thaaaat,'" he mocked. "Tsuruga-sensei would. You think pretty boys like him don't have a stable of women at their beck and call? You think I don't know what he's doing?"

"What is he doing?" she asked him.

Sho facepalmed and then sighed. "He's playing you, Kyoko. He wants to get into your pants, and then he'll drop you like the idiot you are."

Her mouth went dry. She'd refused to consider what any of their interactions had meant. Whether or not he was using her—it was irrelevant. But the idea hurt, nonetheless. "He isn't," she whispered. "He wouldn't."

"Oh yeah?" Sho crossed his arms again. "He wouldn't? You think he's in love with you?

"He's just my teacher, Sho—"

"Uh huh. So…you're not going to see him today?"

She blanched. This time, she knew she was blushing. "I…was just going to look up some resources for—"

"For what? I know you don't have a paper due. I know you weren't up late last night trying on outfits just so you could go to the library." She was surprised at how serious he looked—too much like his mother, really, right before she launched into a lecture. "So he finally made his move, huh." His disapproval was clear. "Look, he's good, I'll give him that. I should probably ask him for pointers sometime. But in all seriousness, I just don't want to see you get hurt."

She was speechless. "Please don't—"

"What, don't tell mom?" He threw up his arms. "He's got you wrapped around his little finger, doesn't he. Fuck. Fuck, Kyoko. I mean, I know you've already made up your mind but couldn't you hook up with someone normal? Hinata or something?"

She must have looked appalled because he saw her face and chuckled. "OK, fine," he said, resigned. "It's your life. You don't have to tell me shit if you don't want to. I just want you to know—if you get in trouble, call me." He paused. "And if he hurts you, I'll kill him."

She looked down into the sink. She was sure she wanted to do this, right? Never more sure of anything else in her life. "Sho?"

"Yeah?"

She was quiet for a second before speaking. "I…know what I'm doing."

He shook his head, resigned. "OK. If you say so."

He turned around and began walking away, but she called out to him. "Sho?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you." She took a deep breath. "I…love you like a brother, too."

He huffed. "Mattaku," he said, and threw up his hands. "Just be careful."

She nodded. She didn't want to tell him: it was already too late to be careful.

=.=.=

Tsuruga-sensei lived surprisingly close to the Fuwas. Maybe even too close—it was an easy walk, even after she'd taken a detour to put on her school uniform to avoid Sho's prying eyes. It was a surprisingly imposing house, quite large for a single man. And yet it was unmistakably his: 'Tsuruga' was emblazoned by the gate. She stood outside, thinking, finger poised over his doorbell. Her talk with Sho had sent her mind into a tailspin for a second, forcing her to consider things she had wanted to ignore.

Sho had surprised her. He'd never been this nice before. She almost believed that he actually…cared about her. They'd grown up together, and she'd had a childhood crush on him. That crush was long dead, but she still remembered how he'd recoiled with horror at the idea of marrying her. She assumed he despised her. But his confession—which was a confession, of sorts—left an odd warmth in her chest.

'I love you like a brother.'

It was the first time anyone had ever said those three words to her. Her mother did not love her, of that she was sure. Neither did Sho's parents. Sometimes she felt like an unwanted weed growing up in their household. She had no close friends at school, no grandparents, no aunts or uncles. But even if Sho thought of her as a sister, those words made her feel as if she wasn't alone in the world. It gave her comfort. She'd said 'I love you' back to him because she realized it was true. He drove her insane sometimes, but when she really really thought about it, she knew he'd stand by her. He was like an unruly, rude, obnoxious little brother, exactly the kind of person who would steal your diary and run off with it—and then turn around and beat up the bullies who bothered you at school.

That he'd been this observant was a shock—if Sho had noticed, had anyone else done the same?

She worried about it.

And…she worried over his warnings, too. She didn't want to think of Tsuruga-sensei as someone who merely used people. She wanted to think he was better than that—that maybe, just maybe, he cared for her just a little. Hadn't he said so?

Realistically, though, she knew Sho was probably right. She could not imagine Tsuruga-sensei confessing his love for her. Caring for her, maybe. But loving her?

No. He couldn't possibly.

That left her with uncomfortable questions.

Was she being used? Was it all just about 'getting in her pants'?

Or.

Perhaps she was using him?

After all, she couldn't say she loved him either. Well. Not yet, at least.

He'd avoided her for a month after taking her virginity. In the intervening time period, she'd been an unslaked mass of need, fantasizing about him day and night. Maybe she ought to be ashamed of herself for being an impure and lewd woman, but the feel of his cock driving into her had subsumed all other thoughts of him. Of them. If she was honest, she'd admit that lust had driven all of her actions since he'd taken her.

Maneater panties? Lust. The letter she'd written him? Lust. Her IUD? Lust.

All the things she'd felt about him before had faded into the background, right? Perhaps she'd misinterpreted her body's unmitigated cravings for him as more. Now, she knew better. She wasn't in love. She was in lust, and there was quite a large difference between the two. At least she knew she wanted him. She wanted everything he would or could give her. She'd seen the articles online and in magazines, breathlessly written in a cheerful and sanitized tone—all of them had talked about consent. Boundaries. Safewords. But the hunger inside her couldn't be so easily encompassed by dry discussions. She knew who she was, and she was his. Submitting to him was as easy as breathing.

So why did it matter if he cared about her or not? She'd begged him to use her. They were both getting what they wanted.

She took a deep breath, found her courage, and then pushed the button.

She nearly jumped when the speaker squawked.

Come in, his voice said, the door is unlocked. The gate buzzed open, and she crossed a small patch of front lawn to his door.

Her heart was pounding. She felt a little bit like a lamb being led to slaughter, though she had no idea why—she was here of her own volition. She knew what she was here for. There was nothing more he could do to her body that he hadn't already done.

You've come *this* far, Kyoko. She was prone to lecturing herself, and she needed to do so just to cross his threshold. She was a mere breath away from running off in terror. Hesitantly she opened the door—a totally normal door, as it turned out, and crept inside.

It was empty. He wasn't there to greet her.

The house was decorated in a minimalist style, all straight lines and monochrome. Not quite the 'bachelor pad' she'd been expecting. It was unexpectedly luxurious, too, though understatedly so. It was clear that a lot of thought had been put into the furnishings; there were no mismatched tables or off-color couches. There was no clutter on the spotless floor. It felt a little cold, though. Impersonal. Almost as if no one really lived there.

She was half afraid she'd come to the wrong house—except he'd very clearly answered his doorbell. And his shoes were on the mat by the door.

Does he really live here? she asked herself. There was very little of him in the space. She'd expected—well, she didn't know what to expect. Perhaps a place just like this, but with more books lying around. Perhaps some pictures of his travels. Or of his family. Something comfortable as well as stylish, just like him.

"Ojamashimasu!" she called out. Her voice echoed.

She hesitated again. Should she go? Or should she stay? Perhaps she really had taken this too far. Maybe she should go slink back home and resign herself to being nothing but Tsuruga-sensei's…student.

"Kyoko."

His voice raised goosebumps on her skin. Even her name was intoxicating on his lips. She felt as if she ought to be appalled at how familiarly he addressed her, but it was far too late to be embarrassed over that. She knew it would only be a matter of time before he called her Kyoko. He'd started doing so a month ago, hadn't he? It was hard to ask him to call her Mogami-san when his mouth tasted of her ecstasy.

He walked into the living room, dressed in jeans and a v-necked sweater—a casual ensemble that only highlighted his natural elegance and the muscles of his body. Grey merino, blue jeans. His dark brown eyes looked into hers as she sucked in a gasp. Already, she was breaking out in goosebumps.

"You came," he said quietly. He wasn't entirely sure that she would. He wasn't sure whether he would be heartbroken or relieved if she didn't come, but now that she was here, he knew: he would've done anything to make this weekend happen. She was trembling like a doe caught in headlights. Her school uniform underscored the wrongness of this act but it heightened his lust, too.

"Yes." The words were unnecessary. Mere nothings to fill space. She was blushing, and he loved her for it. She was trembling, too.

They both knew this was the point of no return.

The things that had happened between them before—they'd been impulsive incidents. Unexpected, unintended—they'd caught fire like dry tinder, and things had just happened. This time, their actions were deliberate. He was committing a crime of intent, not merely of passion. Both of them had planned to be here. There had been a schedule. An agreement. He knew how risky this game was, but he simply didn't have the ability to resist any more.

Kyoko ran her tongue alongside her bottom lip. The fact that she was even here was still surreal to her. She abandoned her shoes by the door, intending to walk to him. He stood in the center of the room, a silent, commanding figure. He closed the distance before she could, stopping mere inches away. She could smell him, the not-quite-familiar scent of his skin like a narcotic to her. He moved forward against her slowly, finally stopping when he trapped her in his arms by the wall, almost as if to continue what they'd started at school earlier that week. This time, she kissed him first, unequivocally. Standing up on her tip-toes, she put her arms around his neck to reach his lips. Soft lips met hers, accepting the tentative flick of her tongue against them and then opening to let her in. He allowed her shy exploration, entwining his tongue with hers languidly, as if they had all the time in the world. His passiveness brought out a hunger in her. She heightened the intensity of her kisses and he followed, kissing her back as a small mewl escaped her.

He drew back. "Why are you here?" he asked.

She gulped. He knew why she was here. He knew perfectly well. For you, she wanted to say. To give myself to you. But the words wouldn't come out. She was frozen within the circle of his arms, eyes dilated, heart racing. Like a trapped animal.

"So brazen at school," he mocked, "Brazen now. Brazen enough to come to my house and kiss me." He tilted up her chin and spoke softly into her ear. "But suddenly so quiet. What's the matter, Kyoko?" he teased. "Cat got your tongue?"

He began again. His tongue darted out to lick her earlobe and she gasped, but he was licking a long stripe down, tracing the line of her jugular before settling in the hollow of her neck, kissing and nipping at her teasingly. His arms were winding themselves around her, and all of a sudden his hands were everywhere. He was holding her by the small of her back as a hand found its way to her breast and cupped it, rubbing gently against her hardened nipple.

She held on for dear life, not wanting to lose this closeness.

"You will answer me, Kyoko. I want you to be very clear about what you want," he growled. She felt his breath tickle against her neck and clenched as he said her name. Those long fingers of his were underneath her shirt now, tracing patterns of fire on her bare skin.

"Tell me," he said, undoing her blouse's first button.

She moaned and canted her hips towards him, but he kept going.

"Tell me," he insisted, undoing her blouse's second button.

He gave her neck one last kiss and then loomed over her as her blouse came completely undone.

Her skin tingled where he'd left it, but there was new flesh for him to consume. She arched towards him as he caressed her, running his fingers down the center of her body. From her pouting kiss-swollen lips down to the waistband of her skirt, he touched her as she worked up the courage to speak.

"I came…because I want to be your dirty slut. Sir." She trembled. She was afraid of her own words. "You said…you said if I wanted this, then I needed to come here. So I'm here…"

She trailed off, embarrassed. Blushing.

"Good girl," he said, and again his praise caused an answering twinge in her core. "Remembering her lessons." He looked down at her and smiled. She was so innocent. Despite the dirty words coming out of her tongue and the wantonness of her actions, she was pure. Nearly untouched. She could pretend to know what it was to be a whore, but she didn't know, not really. She was a smart girl; he had no doubt she'd done her fair share of 'research.' But none of that mattered. The pleasures of the flesh could not be learned through theory. She could watch all the porn she wanted, read whatever trashy tips the magazines were publishing. None of that would prepare her.

He would teach her.

He would carve his lessons into her skin and brand them into the core of her being.

He would make sure she couldn't live without his touch.

All of his doubts had died as she'd cried out and orgasmed on his fingers mere days ago. It was the way she fit into him like a missing puzzle piece; the way she sought out the hands that punished her. She'd taken the full force of his blows with an unexpected eagerness, and he hadn't held back, either. Her explicit wish—to be his dirty slut—silenced everything inside him that told him how terrible his behavior was.

Someday, he reasoned, it wouldn't matter that she was a few years younger. It would only matter that she was his. She'd confessed to having feelings for him, hadn't she? He would nurture those feelings, and his, too. No one would question the fact that they belonged together.

Until then, he was resigned to going through hell, if hell was where this path led.

"Mogami Kyoko," he mused. "Honor student. Miss Responsible. You're sure you want to be my slut?"

She didn't hesitate. "Yes," she whispered.

"Do you know what it means to be my slut?" he asked. Corrupting her meant more than corrupting her body. It meant corrupting her mind.

He was holding her gaze as his hands pushed her blouse off of her shoulders. He drew it down past her arms, leaving her in her bra.

She shook her head. "No…sir…"

"It means being mine, Kyoko," he said. "It means saying no to everyone else." He grabbed at her bra and pulled, harshly, watching the clasp give way. It forced a gasp out of her. "It means learning how to please me. Letting me use this body of yours anytime—" His fingers tugged at her nipples, forcing her to wriggle and then arch towards him. "—Anywhere."

He hooked a finger onto the waistband of her skirt, undoing the button and then drawing it down her legs. "I am going to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours wide open. Break you in so you can't cum without me."

His hands palmed the globes of her ass and then pushed her body towards him. "Gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop, and then I'm going to keep going."

He led her away from the circle of her discarded clothing, wearing only her panties. "I'll use condoms today…but you're going to get birth control," he told her. "Because I'm going to fucking fill this cunt with my cum…and unless you want me to breed you, you're going to need to be on something—"

"Sensei," she whispered. Her eyes had closed as he'd stripped her, and now she was looking up at him through narrowed eyes. "Sensei—I—I have an IUD—Sir—"

He froze, surprised. And then a perverse satisfaction overtook him. "Do you, now?" he asked. "Why?"

She moaned as his hand slid under the elastic at her hips and pulled down. He peeled the lace panties off of her as she whimpered, pulling it down and off of her until it, too, was on the floor. "Because—ah—I want you to…cum…in me," she gasped. "Like you did last time—I went—I went to the doctor right after—"

"Good slut. You already know where my cum belongs." He cupped the mound of her sex and she bucked onto his hand. "Mmmm…fuck, I'm going to use you as my goddamn cumdump…" he said. And then he paused, feeling her body straining towards his.

Her pupils were dilated as she panted against him. He kicked her legs apart, roughly, and then pushed two fingers into her slit. He didn't need to wonder whether she would be wet—he knew she would be. Harshly, he thrust into and out of her as the lewd sounds of her wetness filled the air.

"That turns you on."

She squeezed her eyes closed and cried out incoherently, her words garbled. "Mm—yes—"

"So fucking wet," he said. "Thinking about my cum. You can't help yourself, can you?"

She groaned, throwing her head back as he began rubbing at her clit. Moans escaped her despite herself—her knees would have buckled if it hadn't been for his arm holding her up. She was going to cum on his fingers. She was close, so close—

Abruptly he pulled his fingers out of her.

She cried out, her hips rolling against empty air. "Please—no—Tsuruga-senseeei—" Her voice sounded alien to her own ears. It was desperate with want, like the cry of an animal.

He gave her a small, cruel smile, strengthening his grip on her and holding her steady. "You don't deserve to cum yet, Kyoko," he said. He held up his fingers and showed her her own slick. "Open."

She opened her mouth without thinking and he put his two fingers inside it, wet with the evidence of her arousal.

"Suck."

She obeyed. She tasted herself on his fingers, musky and sweet, swirling her tongue around them as he thrust them in further. "I'm going to fuck your mouth, too, slut," he said. "You're going to learn how to take all of me in your throat."

She pursed her lips around his fingers, sucking them in. "You're going to take my cum and swallow it—"

He took his fingers from her and then grabbed her ass as she swayed against him, delirious. "If we do this, I'm going to use you as my three-hole whore. I am going to fuck that cunt, I am going to fuck this mouth, and when you're ready, slut…I am going to fuck this tight ass."

She gasped as his hands groped her ass. He was pleased when she didn't say 'no.'

He ground his clothed cock against her. She could feel it against her skin, so close and yet so far away from fulfilling her. She whimpered, speechless under his aggression.

"So tell me, Kyoko," he said. "Just to be sure. One last time. Are you sure you want this?"

She felt her entire body clench .

She knew what she wanted. "Yes," she breathed. "Oh—Tsuruga-sensei—yes—" She was trembling against him.

"Tell me more," he demanded. "I want to know what that depraved little mind is thinking about. Say it out loud."

"I…I want you to…use me." She closed her eyes, not wanting to look up at him. "I want you to fuck my cunt…and my mouth…and…" Her mouth went dry. "My ass…if you want to." She wanted to cling to him and grind her aching core against his hard length. "I want you to teach me…more…make me your perfect little whore…"

God, she was perfect. He could see that just speaking those words out loud made her gush.

"Greedy little slut." He was grinning at her with a feral grin. His hands gripped her tight and his mouth descended onto hers, giving her harsh, punishing kisses.

"Do you want to cum, Kyoko?" he asked.

She was feverish with want, still feeling the absence of him inside her body. All she could manage were pained whimpers as his fingers again circled her clit with feather-light touches.

"Yes—yes, Tsuruga-sensei," she managed. "Please—?"

But he pulled away from her again as she cried out.

His hands were around her throat, holding her immobile. "Do you think you deserve to cum?" he asked. "Did I cum last time you exhibited this slutty fuckhole? Or were you just greedy?"

She couldn't help herself from seeking his touch. Her hips canted upwards, remembering the rhythm of his thrusts.

He held her immobile as she clenched, wanting relief from him. But she had to acknowledge it: he had been the one giving her orgasms. Not the other way around. "I—I was greedy," she said, mortified. "...Sir."

He slapped her across her breasts, the force of it making her gasp. "Good girl," he said. "I like it when you're smart like that."

The hand around her neck tightened. She clutched at his wrist in surprise but realized he wasn't going to choke her—instead, he pushed her downwards. "On your knees, slut."

She fell to her knees willingly. Instinctively she looked upwards into his eyes. "Put your hands behind your back."

She obeyed, holding her arms wrist-to-elbow. He gave her a feral grin. "I am going to give you your first lesson," he said. He undid his belt first, and then his zipper, drawing out the hardened length of his cock.

Her eyes widened as she looked at it. "That's right," he mused. "You haven't gotten much of a chance to really look at this, have you?"

"No, sir," she said meekly. Seeing him up close like this made her wonder how she'd even managed to take him into her body at all.

"Open your mouth," he said. She did—as wide as she could. "I do not have the time to teach you the finer points of cocksucking today, Kyoko." He grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her forward until his glans was at her lips. "But I will fuck your mouth—and you are going to fucking swallow my cum when I'm done using you."

She was a quick study. She knelt in front of him, obediently; she opened her mouth, obediently—he kicked her legs open.

"I want your pussy accessible," he said. "I want you to feel how empty that cunt is without me."

Tentatively, she stretched out her tongue, tasting him for the first time. She tasted the salt of his skin, the metallic tang of the pre-cum as she ran her tongue over the head of his cock. He was throbbing but forced himself to stand perfectly still as she explored his length.

"Do you like the taste of my cock?" he asked.

He pulled back, tilting her head backwards and waiting for her to speak. He pulled himself away and her body went to follow him instinctively.

His cock bobbed along her opened lips. She didn't want to stop—she wanted to keep doing this, to hear him sigh and moan against her. She wanted to run her tongue along his veiny shaft, trace along the ridge of his glans—she wanted to take the time to memorize the thing that had given her so much pleasure…and in equal measure, she wanted to give him pleasure, too.

But he was impatient. He thrust his length inside her mouth, sighing in pleasure. He held her still as she sputtered and choked around his length. When he thrust into her she knew he would not be gentle. She'd read about 'giving oral' before but everything she'd read fell out of her head. She acted on instinct—and it was her instinct to take him in her mouth.

"You look so lovely like this," he said. "So pretty with my cock in your mouth. Just a fucking hole for my use—"

She swirled her tongue around him.

He hissed.

"That's right—keep looking at me." He was pushing in and out of her. "Just keep that mouth open for me—yes—use your tongue—oh fuck—" His hand was low on her neck, grasping her hair firmly. He pulled at it and she moaned deep in her throat as he did. She'd expected this to feel sharp and unpleasant—it didn't. It forced her to cede control to him…and he took it. She choked on him as his thrusts grew faster and more erratic—he was moving so quickly she lost her balance and abandoned the voluntary restraint of her arms. She clung onto his thighs, moving with him—she looked him in the eyes until he closed his own and held her still, pushing into her as far as she could take him. Her hands had traveled up to his hips; she could feel how his cock grew impossibly harder, how his entire body clenched as his balls tightened—and then he was pulsing into her mouth, filling her.

"Take it—take it—take it," he groaned. "Kyoko—fuck—" She swallowed his cum, trapped and unable to do otherwise. His eyes opened as she did, looking down into hers with an unexpected intensity. He was panting when he finished, closing his eyes once again as his hands released her hair.

"Good girl," he said. "That's a good fucking slut—"

She kept her hands on his hips, kneeling on the floor with her legs spread.

He tore himself away from her and she nearly fell over onto the floor. Her cunt was throbbing with need—she could feel her slick drip out of her and run down her thighs.

"Tsuruga-sensei," she whimpered. "Please—please don't leave me like this—"

She looked up only to realize that he hadn't left her. Instead, he was looking down at her with undisguised lust. The cock she'd just sucked was hard again.

"Don't leave you like this?" he asked. "What do you mean, like this?" He gave her a cruel grin, grabbing her by the wrists again and pulling her back onto her knees.

"You know," she said hoarsely. "Please, sensei—I'll be good, I'll be so good—"

"I 'know' what?" he asked, mocking her.

"I…need you," she told him. "I want…I want…to…cu-cum—"

"Mmm, I see." He pulled her so that she arched towards him, her bare breasts peaking upwards as he teased them with his fingers. "My Kyoko wants to cum. Have you earned the right to cum yet?"

She whimpered in response, pleading with her eyes and her body.

"I don't know if I deserve it, Sir," she said. "But I think I need it—ah!"

He pulled her to her feet and then swept her up into his arms. She clung to him in surprise as he kissed her. "Put your legs behind my back," he said. She locked her ankles obediently behind him as he began to carry her further into the house.

He kissed her as they walked through the hallways past his dining room and kitchen, finally making it to his bedroom.

He threw her onto his bed. She held herself upright and watched as he threw off his sweater and shucked off his jeans. Her eyes must've widened because he chuckled at her reaction. "Do you like what you see?" he asked.

It was the second time he'd asked her, and this time, she answered with a blush. She'd already given herself to him. She'd taken him in her mouth and in her pussy, but all this time—he'd been clothed. She had been stripped naked and consumed, he'd given her no such opportunity. Her eyes traveled over the length of his body, finally seeing him unclothed for the first time.

He was beautiful—so beautiful she wondered if he could possibly be real. She'd felt his muscles underneath his shirt before. She'd gripped onto his arms before. But the sight of him made her mouth dry. She could see every breath he took as his chest rose and fell. Every part of him was well-defined, each muscle ridged and toned and hard. She gulped as she saw the muscles of his abdomen tense and then release, imagining how he would feel when his raw skin was against hers. She followed the light trail of hair from his belly button down to his—

Cock.

She made herself think the word out loud.

He lunged towards her and she fell onto her back beneath him. He parted her legs with his knees and then with his hands, teasing at her slit before withdrawing. She watched him with dazed, dilated eyes, wanting to beg for more, knowing that whatever he did would be entirely at his pleasure. He descended, kissing her greedily as she writhed upwards to grind on him.

Feeling his bare skin against hers was nearly enough to short-circuit her mind. His hands had touched her everywhere before, but his body—his body had always been denied to her. But now she could feel him, so large, so strong.

Kisses.

He held himself above her face with his arms. Her head was cradled in a fluffy pillow; he laid to her side, placing one leg between hers and then leaning in to capture her lips with his own. He confused her—he was so gentle now. He felt like a completely different person from the man who'd ravaged her just moments before. But the contrast simply made her want him more. He cradled her face, looking into her eyes and caressing her cheek; she placed her hand over his. Soft kisses fell on her forehead, on each of her closed eyes—he nipped her bottom lip before closing his mouth over hers hungrily. His tongue teased into her and she met it—softly, at first, they intertwined.

But their kiss quickly grew in intensity. Over and over again, he entered her mouth—his hands were teasing at her breasts all the while, cupping them and then tweaking her puckered nipples. His muscled thigh was between her legs and soon she was moaning into his mouth, her hips grinding against his flesh. His hold on her grew tighter as her lust took over—he goaded her by meeting her rhythm with his leg, pushing into her as her wetness covered him. They moved together as she pleasured herself with his hard flesh..

He knew it wouldn't be enough to satisfy her.

"My little whore," he whispered. "So hungry for cock." Her thighs tensed around him and attempted to find leverage on her clit. "Oh no," he said. "No, no, no…"

He extricated himself from her, drawing out her moan. "You forget yourself," he admonished.

All of a sudden, his hands were on her ankles, dragging her down towards the center of the bed. Unceremoniously, he flipped her onto her stomach and then lifted her by the hips until she was posed like a bitch in heat.

It was the pose she'd been in the last time he'd seen her, face down onto the bed and the pink of her slit peeking through her parted legs.

He could see her ratcheting up her courage. "I need you inside me, Sensei," she whispered. "Use me. Cum inside me—ahh—!"

"Is that what you want, Kyoko?" he asked. "You want me to cum inside you?" Idly, he spread apart her nether lips while stroking his cock. She moaned.

Her arousal at his words was evident. She trembled as her body tensed. "Yes," she breathed, her voice rising in desperation. "I do—I couldn't stop thinking about it. I need it, sensei, please—"

He drove into her without warning.

She screamed and clutched at the sheets as his first few inches entered her—she was so tight he had to pull back and start again, driving a wedge into her slowly until she'd taken his entire length.

She was panting. He felt—deeper than last time. Bigger than last time, too. He'd been less gentle and taking him was a pleasure laced with pain.

"There you go," he said. "Taking all of my cock like the very best of sluts. This is what you wanted, right?" She clenched her muscles around him, groaning. He held still as she whimpered. This was everything she'd wanted for a month. This…stretch. The way he filled her. It was satisfying the craving that had plagued her for so long.

"Ye-e-es," she whimpered. "Please, Sensei—ahh, it's so big—"

He gripped her hips tight and pulled them towards him. "Ask and you shall receive—"

He pulled back and used the momentum to push himself harder into her—she cried out at the force of it. He didn't stop. He fucked into her, letting go of her hips to grab at her arms instead. He pulled them back towards him, forcing her to arch backwards as she shook with the force of his thrusts. The sound of her wet cunt made him grin, but she was babbling incoherently on top of it.

God, she was so tight. The perfect cunt. So wet, so willing. She was made for him. He knew instinctively that they fit together—that she would take everything he wanted to give her and then ask for more. He'd had partners he'd fucked bareback before—it had always been a matter of careful negotiation. But fuck. He intended to keep this one forever.

He felt himself getting closer and considered, for a moment, cumming inside her and denying her her orgasm. It would be his prerogative as her master, of course—though he hadn't yet broached that topic with her. It would be so easy. So good to hear her cry out for it. But he decided against it. Until she was more comfortable with him…until she knew more about sex…or her body's tolerances, he would be gentle.

Well, relatively gentle, at least.

He stopped, hearing a frustrated moan from her. He grinned. She was worth teasing.

"Mmm, poor baby," he said. "Were you getting close?"

"Yes—please—let me cum—I need to cum—"

"Not yet." He took his cock out of her and she cried out at the sudden emptiness. "Shhh, don't worry, little slut," he said. "Some things are worth waiting for."

He flipped her over to her back again, kissing her until her hips instinctively began moving towards him. And then he took her legs by the ankles and bent them backwards, stopping when he had them by her ears. She writhed against his hands, frustrated by his absence. She could feel the cold air on her pussy and squirmed, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

The sight of her open cunt was too tempting not to tease. He licked her exposed clit before fucking his tongue into her cunt, holding her legs over her head all the while. She was past all coherent thought now, a begging mass of need. All she knew was that she needed him inside her.

He replaced his tongue with his cock without warning, pushing into her all over again as she jolted in surprise. This time, he fucked with a single-minded purpose, thrusting into her hard and fast, fucking her as she cried out and begged.

He was waiting for those tell-tale signs of her orgasm—the tenseness in her legs…the pulsing in her cunt…the sudden wetness as she gave in to the impulse. He kept himself from cumming until he felt her going over—she was clutching at his arms again, saying his name like a prayer as she squeezed him like a vice.

He was close but he wanted to wait a little longer—fuck her a little more—before he finished. But then he heard what she was saying. "Cum inside me, Tsuruga-sensei…cum inside me…please…need your cum…"

He gave a great cry and emptied himself into her, pushing deep inside her as he felt himself pulse ropes of seed into her cunt.

He fell on top of her, limp, as she said his name. I love you, he wanted to say, but it was too early. He looked at her fondly as she murmured weakly. "Your first and second lessons as my slut, Kyoko-chan," he said. He pulled out of her gently. She moaned as she felt his cum leaking out of her—it was so hot against her skin.

He watched, transfixed, as it dribbled from her open lips and then down onto the bed—and then he watched, amazed, as she dipped her finger into herself and tasted it.

"You taste so good, Tsuruga-sensei," she said.

"And you are a nasty slut," he responded. She smiled and clung to his arm but he shook her off. "Let me get you cleaned up," he said.

"Thank you." She sounded weary, but he smiled back at her.

He went to get her wet towel to clean the mess between her thighs and came back to find her sleeping on his bed. Gently, he wiped the slick of cum and juice from her core and from her legs, kissing her on her forehead before cleaning himself up.

She was sleeping on top of his sheets so he found her a blanket, draping her in it before covering himself.

He settled himself underneath it with her, determined to hold her until he, too, fell asleep.