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gingerteafairy · 13 days ago

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𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

Your tears fall, Kai gathers them all.

tags n warnings: trauma, bullying past, manipulation, sub!reader, slut shaming, spanking(?), dacryphilia, semi-public sex, unprotected piv, porn w plot, slut shaming,use of his divine ruler title, red flag bye. word count: 5.3k

Monday. 5 PM.

You stand in front of a door that feels larger than life. Once, this place was your sanctuary, a haven for your love of books. Then it became a cage, suffused with whispers, ridicule, and three years of relentless bullying. You never fully understood why you were singled out, but you knew enough to swear never to return.

And yet, here you are. Blue jeans, an overly formal black coat you regret wearing, and nerves tied in knots. The invitation email had promised change: new members, a new leader, a fresh start. But doubt lingers as you stare at the heavy wooden door, questioning every life decision that brought you here.

“Ah, you came,” a voice pierces through your spiraling thoughts—low, magnetic, and strangely commanding.

You turn, startled, to see him. Kai Anderson. His dyed blue hair is tied back loosely, and his piercing eyes scan you like he’s already figured out your life story. There’s something both disarming and unnerving about his presence, a calm chaos simmering just beneath the surface. His lips curled into a faint smirk as he said your name.

“Uh, yeah,” you stammer, unable to hold his gaze for long.

He gestures toward the door. “Well, are we going in, or are you going to stand there contemplating the meaning of life?”

You hesitate, then take a deep breath and follow him. The door creaks open, revealing the familiar space—bookshelves reaching for the ceiling, soft cushions scattered on the floor, and a mismatched collection of chairs. But something feels different, charged, like the air itself has been altered by his presence.

Kai strides to the center of the room, claiming a seat with an authority that no one questions. The others—four or five people, all oddly quiet—watch him with a mix of reverence and wariness.

“Alright,” Kai begins, his voice sharp but enticing. “Let’s skip the small talk. This group isn’t about pretending to be something we’re not. It’s about truth. Raw, unfiltered truth. If you can’t handle that, the door’s right there.”

No one moves.

“Good,” he continues, leaning back in his chair. “Today, we’re diving into the mind of Tolstoy. War and Peace. Who wants to start?”

A tall, pale guy raises his hand hesitantly. “I made an essay about the male characters.”

Kai nods, taking the handwritten pages without a word. As he skims them, his eyes narrow in concentration. “This is good,” he says finally, his tone neutral. “But next time, don’t hold back. You’re smarter than this, Hemingway.”

The guy—Harrison—flushes but nods.

“Great job, Harrison. You’re our resident genius, after all,” a curly-haired woman teases, earning an exaggerated eye roll from him.

Kai’s smirk deepens. “Enough. Let’s get back to the point. Beverly, what have you got?”

Beverly, with nervous energy, stands and presents a detailed drawing of 19th-century St. Petersburg. Kai studies it intently, his expression unreadable.

“It’s good,” he says finally, his tone softer than before. “But tell me—why’d you choose this scene?”

Beverly falters, then answers, “It felt... alive. Like I could step into it.”

Kai nods approvingly. “That’s what art should do. Nice work.”

As the meeting progresses, Kai outlines the group’s next focus: philosophy. He holds up a copy of Sophie’s World.

“This book will challenge you,” he declares. “If you’re ready to think for yourselves, that is.”

Your heart skips. Sophie’s World. Your favorite book. Before you can second-guess yourself, you raise your hand.

Kai’s gaze snaps to you, his eyes narrowing slightly as if sizing you up. “You’ve read it?”

“Yes,” you reply, your voice steadier than expected.

“Excellent,” he says simply. “Then you’ll lead the discussion next time.”

Your stomach flips. Lead the discussion? But before you can protest, he moves on, his attention already elsewhere. As the meeting concludes, the others disperse, murmuring about travel plans for a literary conference Kai has planned. You linger, torn between intrigue and unease, until Kai approaches.

“How was your first day?” he asks, his voice low but direct.

“Different,” you admit cautiously. “Safer.”

His lips twitch into a faint, almost mocking smile. “Safe isn’t the word I’d use. But don’t worry—I won’t let anyone mess with you. Not here.”

The promise feels both comforting and unsettling, his intensity wrapping around you like a storm cloud. You look up at him, trying to read the man behind the enigmatic smile, but all you find is mystery.

“I appreciate that,” you say softly. “It means a lot.”

Kai rests a firm hand on your shoulder, his presence both comforting and disconcerting. “You’ve endured more than most people could handle,” he says, his voice calm but with an undercurrent of authority. “That takes strength. You don’t have to carry it alone anymore. If something’s wrong—anything—come to me. Do you understand?”

You nod, words failing you under the weight of his intense gaze.

“Good,” he says, his lips curling into a faint, almost wolfish smile. “Now, about the trip. Will you join us? We need you there. I need you there.”

“I’ll think about it,” you reply cautiously, the doubt lingering in your tone despite yourself.

Kai leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You’re safe now. With me. Whatever decision you make, I’ll make sure of it.”

For the first time in years, you entertain the thought that his words might be true.

“I’ll think about it,”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. “Here,” he says, holding it toward you. “My number. Call or text me anytime—day or night. No hesitation.”

You type the number into your phone, your hands trembling slightly as you save it under his name.

“We meet every Monday, Tuesday, and Friday,” Kai continues, his tone growing lighter, almost casual. “Be there. You’re part of this now.”

By the time you’re home, the weight of everything is still pressing on your chest, but a decision begins to crystallize in your mind. Maybe this trip is the first step toward reclaiming your life. Kai's words, though sharp and commanding, carried a conviction that felt solid—unshakeable. Maybe, just maybe, this time things could be different.

The next day arrived, and to your surprise, you found yourself striking up a connection with two members of the group—Ally and Winter. Their warmth and kindness is a stark contrast to the rest of the group’s hardened edges. They asked about your story, how you ended up there, and seemed genuinely interested. Their easy laughter and acceptance were disarming, and for the first time in years, you felt a glimmer of belonging.

But even as you laughed with them, your eyes kept drifting toward Kai. He stood at the front of the room, commanding attention without effort, his voice steady, words sharp and deliberate. He spoke of loyalty, trust, and a brighter future with a fervor that ignited something in everyone present. His presence was magnetic, and every subtle gesture seemed calculated to draw you in—the way he brushed his hand through his blue hair or tilted his head slightly as he listened. The way he narrowed his eyes and relaxed when you spoke the most insignificant comment.

It was then that you noticed his hands—more specifically, the absence of a wedding ring. Was he single? Did he want to be? You felt an ember of hope spark within you, one that you immediately tried to extinguish.

You cursed yourself for it. This was supposed to be a fresh start—a chance to rebuild, to let go of old patterns and distractions. But Kai… there was something about him that made it nearly impossible to look away. You just wanted the same fingers he flicked the pages so deep that he's knuckles could fuck you just right. Like only Kai Anderson would provide.

And as you watched him meet your gaze from across the room, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his lips, you couldn’t help but wonder if he already knew.

The day of the trip arrived faster than you’d expected. You packed your things carefully, boarding the bus early to secure a seat near the middle. Ally and Winter sat a few rows ahead, laughing softly, completely absorbed in each other. To maintain your solitude, you placed your backpack on the seat beside you, an unspoken barrier to anyone who might attempt to join you.

As the bus rumbled to life, Kai began moving down the aisle, his sharp eyes scanning the group. When he reached your seat, he stopped, his gaze lingering on you. “Comfortable?” he asked, resting a hand on the back of your seat, his voice low and measured.

“Yes, thank you,” you replied, startled by his sudden proximity.

He tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “You don’t look comfortable. Something on your mind?”

“No, it’s fine,” you sat quickly, trying to steady your voice.

Kai’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable. “You know,” he said softly, almost conspiratorially, “it’s okay to feel uneasy. But remember, you’re here for a reason. And so am I.”

Before you could respond, he straightened and moved on, leaving you with a mix of unease and curiosity.

The trip unfolded smoothly. You were assigned to share a hotel room with Ally and Winter, their easy humor and affection making the unfamiliar setting more bearable.

The presentation at the school was a success—Beverly took charge with her natural charisma, while Ally impressed the audience with her insights. You watched from the sidelines, clapping when appropriate, but a sense of detachment lingered. Even as others celebrated, you felt like an outsider, still unsure of your place within the group.

On the way back to the hotel, the bus buzzed with laughter and conversation about the day’s accomplishments. You sat quietly, staring at your hands, your thoughts weighed down by doubts and memories you couldn’t quite shake.

Kai noticed. As the group disembarked and began heading inside, he fell into step beside you, his hands casually tucked into his jacket pockets. “You’ve been quiet,” he remarked, his tone calm but probing.

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. “It’s nothing,”

Kai stopped walking, turning to face you with an intensity that made your chest tighten. “It’s not nothing,” he said firmly, his eyes locking onto yours. “Tell me.”

“It’s just… people,” you admitted after a pause, your voice barely above a whisper. “Being around them. It’s hard to let go of… everything.”

Kai stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Listen to me,” he ordered softly, his hands resting firmly on your shoulders. “Whatever happened before, it doesn’t matter now. This group—I—will protect you. No one will hurt you again. You’re here because you’re strong, even if you don’t see it yet. Do you understand?”

The sincerity in Kai's voice broke something inside you. The walls you’d so carefully built cracked, and the tears came before you could stop them.

“I was so scared,” you choked out, the words spilling freely now. “I’m still scared. Every time I think about it, it’s like I’m back there. I get so anxious, so nervous...I cry all the time and I don't even know why. I developed depression, panic attacks. All the fucking shit.”

Kai stepped forward without hesitation, pulling you into an embrace that was firm and almost possessive. His arms wrapped around you tightly, grounding you in the present. “It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice steady and low. “Let it out. You’re not alone anymore. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against his chest. His shirt smelled faintly of cologne and something earthy, the scent oddly comforting.

He rested his chin lightly on your head, his fingers running gently through your hair. “You don’t need to thank me,” he said softly, his voice carrying a dangerous kind of warmth. “You’re mine to protect now, and I’ll do anything to keep you safe. My little angel.”

You stiffened slightly at the term, unsure how to respond. “I’m not used to this,” you admitted, your voice barely audible. “I don’t even know how to handle it.”

Kai leaned back just enough to meet your eyes, his hands gripping your shoulders with a calculated tenderness. “Then start getting used to it,” he lit, his gaze intense and unwavering, almost fatherly. “You’re strong, smarter than most people here, and whether you see it or not, you’re special. You deserve more than the scraps life’s thrown at you.”

“Why?” you whispered, your voice trembling with confusion. “Why are you doing this for me?”

Kai’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. His hands moved to gently cradle your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks in a motion that was both soothing and deliberate, almost like his life depended on your tears being collected only by him “Because I see potential in you. You belong here—with me. I don’t just let anyone in, you know. You’ve earned this.”

You felt your heart race as his words sank in. His unwavering focus was overwhelming, and yet, part of you didn’t want to look away, as he was inside your soul.

“You’re too hard on yourself,” he continued, his voice softening slightly. “You’ve already proven you’re more than capable. I admire that.”

You managed a weak laugh, brushing at your damp cheeks. “I’m just… me. I don’t think I’m anything special.”

Kai’s gaze darkened slightly, a flicker of frustration crossing his features. “Don’t you ever say that again,” he muttered firmly. “You’re more than you know. And I’ll make sure you see it, too.”

The air between you shifted, thick with an unspoken tension. His hands lingered on your face, his eyes flickering down to your lips and back up to meet your gaze.

“Kai…” you started, unsure of what you were even trying to say.

You couldn’t help but glance at his lips, and you knew he noticed. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned in closer, his movements calculated yet unhurried. All he did was control. His nose brushing against yours, eyes focused as a silent question remained in the atmosphere. Your breath hitched, but you managed to nod, the air inexistent. Permission conceded, but he knew before even you were aware of that.

Kai’s smile deepened, his gaze locking onto yours as if he was daring you to look away. Slowly, he closed the distance, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was both gentle and possessive. His hand moved to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss slightly. It was better than you imagined. It was perfect, passionate, Kai.

You gripped his jacket instinctively, your mind spinning as you surrendered to the moment. The kiss was charged, filled with a quiet intensity that made it impossible to think of anything else.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his eyes searched your face, reading your reaction. A flicker of something softer crossed his expression—a rare glimpse of vulnerability.

But just as quickly, it was gone. He smirked faintly, his thumb brushing over your jawline. “See?” he said, gently. “You’re stronger than you think. You’re meant for more than just surviving.”

He stepped back slightly, leaving you breathless and unsure of how to respond. You couldn’t tell if his words were meant to comfort or control. Perhaps they were both.

Eventually, you forced your legs to move, retreating to your own room where the girls were already chatting about the day. You barely heard them as you sank onto your bed, your mind racing.

“Hey, are you okay? Saw you talking to Kai and got worried,” Ally added, concerned.

“Yeah, I just… need to sleep,” you replied sadly, turning your face to the wall.

Flabbergasted, you touched your lips, feeling the faintest trace of a smile pulling at the corners of your mouth despite the whirlwind of emotions. What had just happened?

The way back on the bus felt like torture. Kai’s eyes lingered on you too often, yet every time you met his gaze, he turned away, as if the weight of the previous night hung between you like an unspoken secret.

To distract yourself, you talked more with Winter. She was incredibly kind, the type of person who made you feel at ease. Most of the trip, he gushed about her girlfriend, his tone light and affectionate, which made you giggle at the lovergirl. Still, the conversation only made your heart tremble more—how could you sit here, laughing with Kai’s sister, knowing you’d kissed him the night before? That you wanted more than this.

By the time you returned to the book club room, exhaustion and unease had taken over. You collapsed onto the soft, red-carpeted floor of the room, feeling nauseous from the trip. Ally and Winter stayed behind for a while, hovering with concern. Harrison even stopped by to hand you some medicine, Beverly surprised with a snack he bought.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” Ally asked as she stood by the door.

You nodded weakly. “Thanks, Ally. I just need to rest a bit.”

One by one, they all left, leaving you alone in the quiet room. The warmth of the carpet under your cheek and the hum of the air conditioner lulled you into a restless sleep. You didn’t even notice when the door opened again, the faint creak blending into your dreams. It wasn’t until you felt a hand lightly touch your shoulder that you stirred awake.

“Hey…” A familiar voice broke through the haze. “Feeling better?”

You blinked groggily, your vision focusing on Kai, who was crouched beside you, his face etched with worry as he caressed your hair lovingly.

You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes. “… kind of,” you murmured, though your voice betrayed your lingering fatigue.

His presence sent a jolt through you. The memory of his lips on yours the night before flashed vividly in your mind, and your eyes instinctively darted to his mouth.

He noticed, quickly ran a hand through his hair, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before vanishing. “We, uh…” He cleared his throat, his voice unusually hesitant. “We need to talk about… about last night.”

The air in the room grew impossibly still. Your heart pounded in your chest as his words hung between you. You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.”

Kai shifted, moving to sit on the carpet next to you. His hands rested casually on his knees, though his posture was tense. His dark eyes bore into yours with a mix of intensity and something else you couldn’t place.

He started, his tone measured but low. “I don’t usually do that. I shouldn’t have. You’re…” He trailed off, searching for the right words. “It wasn’t fair.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he held up a hand, his fingers steady yet commanding.

“I don’t want you to feel confused or cornered,” he continued, his voice softening slightly. “I’d never hurt you. That’s not my style. But last night… that was on me. I pushed too far. I need meditation to control myself.”

His words were sincere, but they felt like a storm brewing inside you. You clenched your hands together, unsure of how to respond.

“I didn’t feel unsafe,” you add finally, your voice steady but quiet. “I—” You hesitated, the confession trembling on your lips. “I… wanted it.”

Kai’s expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before his usual composed mask returned. A slow, deliberate smile curved his lips, but this time, it felt like it held a darker edge.

“You wanted it,” he repeated. He leaned closer, his gaze never wavering. “Interesting.”

You nodded, your cheeks heating under his intense gaze. “I didn’t want to say this, but… I’m attracted to you, Kai,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I'm sorry.”

His breath caught, and for a moment, the tension between you felt electric. But then he chuckled softly, a dry, almost bitter laugh as he stood abruptly. “That’s… complicated,” he said, pacing a few steps away. “You’re here to find yourself, to rebuild, not to—” He stopped mid-sentence, his back turned to you.

“Not to what?” you pressed, rising to your feet despite the lingering dizziness.

He turned back to you sharply, his eyes blazing with conflict. “Not to get tangled up in… this,” he said, gesturing between the two of you, his voice firm but laced with something unspoken.

You stared at him, your emotions swirling uncontrollably. “You mean… whatever we are?”

His eyes searched yours, his desire evident. Finally, he sighed, his shoulders sagging. “Who cares about what we are, labels are for the weak.” he admitted. “But I do know this—you mean more to me than you think. I want you, and it's not in a professional way, just I wanna fucking kiss you on this carpet.”

His words left you breathless, and for a moment, you both stood in silence, the weight of his confession settling over the room. His curse echoing in his mind, it went off the lips of the most cultured man you’ve ever met.

“I don't care about it,” you said softly. “But I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen.”

Kai closed his eyes briefly, exhaling slowly. “Neither do I,” he said, his voice barely audible. “Fuck, I really don't.’

The room felt charged again, but this time, he didn’t linger. Kai’s hand lingered on your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin. His gaze searched yours, not for permission—he’d already asked in his own way. He took a step closer and cupped your head to catch your lips in a rough kiss.

You corresponded, anchoring your body on his, kneeling on the carpet while he bent, devoured your lips carnally, biting as he wrapped your hair on his hands like a messy ponytail, pulling it to show your neck for his teeth to mark the sensitive skin.

“You know how much I wanted to feel you?” He groaned on your ear, biting your earlobe as he squeezed your hip. “I had to jerk off after our little kiss, thinking about your pretty mouth on my cock.”

He whispered his lewd confession while his hand snaked from your hip to your throat, digging his fingers making you gulp for air. “Yeah, I imagined you choking on my cock while doing it, just like this.”

“Kai…” you mewl, his hand instantly moving from your throat to get your oxygen back while it moved to the back of your neck.

“m sorry, my dear.” He whispered with a dangerous sweet voice on the crook of your neck, kissing gently as an apology carried in his strong words. “I forgot how fragile you are. I'll take proper care of you, you want that?”

“Uh-huh” you cooed, looking at him with narrow eyes filled with desire. You wanted more, infinitely more. You wanted those fat fingers dug in your ass reddened by his slaps. Raw, like your desire for him. “Please”

Instead, he kissed you gently, his tongue catching yours in a slow soft dance, interrupted only by him passing your shirt over your head. Coming back while he unclips your bra, letting it sit somewhere on the floor. Irritated by his delicacy on your breast, you break the kiss to add.

“I'm not a porcelain doll, Kai. I want it—”

“Shhh” he shushed with his fingertip with a mocking chuckle that made you feel self-conscious.“You really think you can handle it? Please, my darling. You were a cry baby all the trip. I had to look after you all the time like your daddy, I had to ask my sister to be your friend so I had another eye on you. You just can’t help yourself.”

Embarrassment took care of you with his note. A cry baby, that's what you were and always will be. Taking all his time and attention to you. “I'm sorry if I bothered. I didn't mean it…”

“No, my dear. You didn't bother me.” he interrupted again, pecking your lips. “I love to spoil you. Such a good girl following my instructions. So beautiful and obedient coming with swollen doe eyes and a heart in your hands.”

“Beautiful?” You echoed, furrowing your eyebrows.

He proceeds, pecking your forehead. “Lay, my dear. I'll show you my admiration for you.”

All you could do was nod, your voice caught in your throat, the tears threatening to fall over again. You lay on your back, watching him spread your legs to fit himself as he reached your face again to kiss your tears, humming when he stuck his tongue savoring the salty liquid. A fire flicking on the edge of loving care and primitive lust.

Finally, you managed to whisper, “Thank you… for seeing me.”

“How could I not see? You're so pretty when you cry.” He breathed.

He leaned again, the kiss deepening as his hand slid to cradle the back of your neck, the other unbuttoned your jeans, getting you rid of the fabric by tossing on the floor. His forefinger touched the wet patch in your panties, grinning when you swallowed to hold the urge to cry, so pathetically opened for him. So easy for the only man who took care of you.

“You wont call me daddy, this shit if fucking weird.” he inquired, peeling off the fabric to move in your glasting folds. “You’ll call me your divine ruler and take everything like a good girl, okay?”

“Okay…” You replied, receiving a harsh slap on your left thigh, ripping a dying squeak out of you.

“I didn't hear it.” He mocked, caressing your red mark as he bit your jaw so hard that his teeth remarked as your answer.

“Okay, divine ruler.” you breathed, nodding and gulping.

“Yes…yes…that's it.” He smiled, lifting his face to kiss your eyes. “Now, could you tell your ruler how much you wanna be spoiled?”

“Yes, ruler.” You replied, the tears flowing between happiness and shame for your masochism, sinfully wet. “Please, take care of me.”

“That's my girl.” His thumb brushed away a stray tear, his touch was tender even on your clit stimulated by small circles, chuckling when you shivered. “So worked up, already? Cute.”

Kai leaves your needy bud to reach his belt buckle, giving enough space to his cock to sprung out of his dark jeans, pumping himself a few times before placing his tip, stretching you perfectly with resistance, because, well… he was painfully thicker than any other partner. You arch your back crying out again. “Ruler, it's too much.”

“Just relax for your master, hm?” he groaned, kissing your forehead, sustained by his palms on each side of your head on the carpet. “fuck, you're so tight, princess. You know how much I thought about you crying on my cock while I'm stretching your pussy? ”

He went deep inside you enough to feel your cervix or even your core. You sob under him with more and more crying, that only made him push even harder inside you. You became a mess, moaning on his cock ripping your walls, shutting your eyes to get more of this painfully pleasure sensation. “It's so good, so good. More, please.”

He kisses you, chuckling with your hiccups and whiny moans. “God, princess. You're so spoiled, begging for my cock. A man gives you enough attention and you let him stretch you? What comes next…fuck…begging my cum to cure your fucking depression? Is that what you want?”

“I’m sorry, I'm so sorry.” you squeak, your mind and body losing all its ability, surrendered by pleasure.

“uhm… so polite. You're so beautiful, so delicious with this tight pussy” He praised, caressing your thighs as his cock strokes in a faster rhythm.

You scream, taking your thighs in your hands to get open for him, to get more pleasure, more pain, more him. Rolling your eyes back when he rocks your sweet spot, mumbling kittenish. “cum inside me, please.”

“Fuck, don't ask like this, almost came.” he grunts, his veiny cock being wrapped carefully by your needy velvety walls.

“Uhm…Don't ask what? To fill your princess?” You teased, squeezing his cock, a pretty squelching sound coming out that made him slap your ass. “God… like this.”

“I can't believe it. My baby likes to feel pain.” He noticed, feeling you clench your walls on his cock by his talk.

“Yes, yes, yes- hmmmm, fuck,” you screamed, giggling when he tapped your cheeks, closing your eyes to catch more of the pleasure of your cheeks burning and rough stimuli in your cunt.

“Open your fucking eyes.” He ordered, slapping your face again as he gripped on your throat. “You wasted my precious time” another slap, releasing your neck to slap your tits multiple times. “Pretending to be a fragile girl when you were just a slut?”

“Right there, I'm so close, Kai.” you whined, you were sure that at this point anyone could hear and you loved this. Somehow you wanted to be seen, people watching all the marks, reds and hickeys he planted on you, claiming you his.

“What? My princess is gonna cum? That's what you want? Cum in the fucking carpet of your book club?” he cooed, slapping your thigh when you closed your eyes, squeezing your face when you opened it. “Keep looking at me, God, I wish your mates could see the cunt you are.”

“yes-i wanna cum here. Please, let me cum.”

“Cum on my cock, crying like the fucking cry baby you are. Hmmm, so pretty, need to fill your pussy” he groans, spanking your ass, moaning by the sensation of your velvety walls clenching him. The slapping sounds, music in the room.

“m gonna cum m gonna cum” you scream, coming undone on his cock while he continually fucks you sloppy.

“Yeah, just like this.” He teased, rubbing your pearl as you toss and turn under him desperately.

“No, please. Too much…No, I can't- I can't take it, no-” You begged, trembling, interrupted by the same two fingers he got on your clit, inserted in your mouth.

“You'll fucking take it” he hisses, increasing his path. “Just shut up as i…fuck…fuck you right. And you're gonna cum again, you hear me?”

He commanded before taking his fingers soaked in your drool to rub your pearl again. You nod aggressively, purring, crying and shivering as you feel the wave again, like your whole body obeyed every single order of Kai.

“fuck I'm cumming.” he groans, fucking your pussy with his seed deposited deep on your cervix. After one more deep thrust, digging the last strand of his cum, he grinned, touching your foreheads together. He panted before pushing it back, laying by your side, the carpet drowning in fluids, pushing back his jeans.

“Kai.” You call, turning to face him. “I'm sorry.” The silence that followed was heavy, but when Kai finally spoke, his words were deliberate, his tone unwavering.

“I am the one who needs to apologize,” he said firmly, turning to face you fully.

Your breath caught at the sincerity in his voice, your heart pounding in your chest. “Why would you want to?” you whispered, your words barely audible.

He smiled faintly, leaning closer “My actions, I didn't treat you like you deserve. Shit, I fucked you on the carpet of the book club room, didn't even take you home.”

You hesitated before the words spilled out, unbidden and raw. “You do take care of me, more than I deserve.”

“Don't you ever say that again ” He commanded in a frown, softening his eyes as hugging your still naked figure. “You deserve much more. All the good things in the world. I'll work to make sure you get all of that.”

“Okay…” you grinned as a happiness unknown by you filled the void inside your soul.

“I won't let anyone make you cry again. Even if I had to kill one of them.” He promised, lifting his pinky, smiling when you interlaced yours on his. “And if you need to cry, just cry on my cock. Pleasure tears are the one I allow and i'll make a collection of them. "

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