Chapter 352: Chapter 352- Clit Hook

The steam hit her face first.

Dense, suffocating, the kind that pressed behind the eyes and made thought slippery — and thought was the last thing her body was cooperating with right now.

’Who is this.’

Not a question. A fragment. Her mind kept producing it like a hiccup — ’who is this who is this who is this’ — and then his cock dragged back out with a wet pull that erased the whole sentence before it could finish.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

“Aahngh~!! Hnn— NNGHK~!!”

Her spine bent without her asking it to.

Back arched, shoulder blades pressing back into a chest that was not Kenji’s — Kenji was narrow, nervous, always asking if she was okay with his voice shaking before he even touched her. This chest behind her was ’solid’. Dense like carved stone. Hot even under the shower spray that cascaded down both of them in a white curtain of noise.

Her wrists were locked together behind her back.

She tested it once and his grip tightened, not cruelly — just ’conclusively’, the way a door settles into its frame and you understand it is not going to open.

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

“Eehk~!! O-Oungh~!! HIEKK~!!”

’It’s too deep. It’s still too deep. Why does it still fit.’

That was the thought that kept betraying her — not the pain, not the shame pooling behind her sternum — but the ’fit’. The way his cock found the exact same angle every time, the same ridge dragging across the inner wall she hadn’t known existed until an hour ago, bullying it like it had ’always known’ where it was.

Her pussy walls clenched around him without her permission.

She felt it happen. Felt herself grip and pull and ’clench’ like her own body had decided he belonged there and nobody had asked her.

’No. No, stop. Stop doing that.’

But her cunt didn’t speak her language anymore. It spoke his.

The water beat down in sheets.

Milk leaked from her nipples in thin white trails that the shower immediately stole, but the warmth of it, the ’weight’ that preceded each drip, she felt that — felt her own breasts heavy and tender, swinging with each thrust, the nipples swollen past the point of dignity.

He turned her face.

One hand. Wet fingers against her jaw, firm, angling her mouth toward his — and she turned because her neck ’moved’, because her body was already his in every mechanical sense even if her mind kept screaming otherwise.

His mouth crushed hers.

His cock did not stop.

’Kenji would have stopped. Kenji always stopped.’

That thought was the sharpest one yet and she hated it — hated that comparison was sitting anywhere near this moment — but her mind kept searching for the reference point, kept trying to measure what was happening against what she knew, and every measurement came back ’wrong’ in a way that was somehow worse than wrong.

He pulled back from the kiss slowly, dragging his lower lip across hers like he owned the motion.

She gasped. Eyes still half-rolled. Water dripping off her lashes.

“Who…” Her voice sounded like it belonged to someone at the bottom of a well. “Who are you.”

PAH! PAH!

“Mnhh~!! Nnn— Ahn~!!”

The thrust that followed the question was ’deep’, grinding the thick crown of his cock into her cervix with a pressure that made her vision white-out at the edges, and his chuckle vibrated through his chest and directly into her shoulder blades.

“At least you know it’s not that idiot.”

His lips grazed the shell of her ear.

“Good girl. Starting to wake up.”

’Starting to wake up.’ She turned that over. ’Starting to wake up’ like she was the one who had been asleep, like she was the one at fault for not knowing sooner, and the arrogance of it — the ’casual’ arrogance — made fury spark somewhere under the overwhelm.

The fury lasted about three seconds before his hand slid down her stomach.

His fingers parted the wet, dark curls of her pussy and found her clit with the precision of a man reading a map he’d already memorized. He rubbed. Slow. Firm circles that pressed the swollen flesh in a way that short-circuited the fury at the source.

’Don’t. Don’t you dare. Don’t make me—’

Her hips rolled forward.

Involuntary. Animal. The same hips that had been trying to pull away now pushed ’into’ his hand, and he made a low, satisfied sound against the back of her neck that she felt in her tailbone.

“This bitch pussy took my cock so many times already. Look at it — still clenching. Still hungry.”

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

“AAANGHH~~!! N-no— it’s— it’s filling me—!!”

He plunged to the hilt.

The flood that followed was total — thick heat pouring directly into her womb like he had decided that was where it belonged, and the insignia on her mound blazed crimson so bright she could ’see’ it even with her eyes squeezed shut, could feel it pulse in time with his cock pumping the last of it into her, a mark that wasn’t just on her skin anymore but ’inside’ now, soaking in.

She squirted around him and didn’t even register it until her knees buckled.

He held her through it.

That was the detail that didn’t fit — that he held her upright, iron grip around her body, through the convulsions and the crying and the shaking legs, until the last tremor passed and only then, ’only then’, did he pull out.

The pop the withdrawal made echoed off the tiles.

She sank.

Knees hit wet stone. Water cascaded over her skull, over the ruined blindfold, over the tear-tracked streaks on her face. His cum was inside her and leaking and she was kneeling on a shower floor and none of it made sense because twelve hours ago she had been reading her texts from Kenji and thinking about whether she was going to bring dumplings to training tomorrow.

The glistening head of his cock pressed to her lips.

“Clean it.”

’I don’t know you.’ The thought was very clear, very small, like a candle left standing in a burnt-down room.

But her mouth opened.

She didn’t decide to. The decision had been made somewhere below her skull, in the body that had been recalibrated over the last hour into something that answered to him. Her tongue worked. Found the taste of herself, of him, of the faint copper thread underneath, and swallowed without flinching.

’What have you done to me.’

Her eyes were hollow.

She could feel that they were hollow — the same way you can feel yourself falling asleep, a passive awareness of your own vacancy. She bobbed her head slowly, cheeks hollowing on each draw, and the detached part of her that was still watching from somewhere above the shower spray noted with a kind of horrified wonder that she was ’good’ at this now, that her body had learned his rhythm well enough to match it.

The collar materialized.

She felt the weight before she understood what it was — cool and unbreakable against her throat, the runes on it emitting a warmth that sank through skin and settled at the base of her sternum like a second heartbeat.

Then the leash pulled.

Her eyes rolled.

The moan that came out of her around his cock was not the sound of a woman fighting. It was the sound of a hinge finding its seat — something clicking into alignment that she didn’t have language for, a response so deep it bypassed the part of her that knew how wrong this was.

PAH — one thrust. Slow. Deliberate. Her throat bulged.

“Mmmph—!! Nnn—!!”

She gagged and he held her there, the dark curls at his base pressed against her nose, and she breathed through it because her body had learned to breathe through it, and that fact alone — ’that her body had already learned’ — was what finally made the first real sob crack out of her.

“Now bend.”

The leash pulled up.

She rose. Shaky legs. Water-pruned palms flat against the tile.

She felt him reach down.

She felt the spreading of her pussy lips — his fingers clinical and certain — and then a sharp, hot pierce through the hood of her clit that turned the sob into a scream that hit every tile in the room and bounced back at her twice.

“HIEEKK—!!”

The blood was warm going down her inner thigh.

The little hook settled. The charm on it chimed softly with every shudder of her body, a delicate, obscene sound, and through the pain radiating up from her clit she felt the hook catch on nerve endings she hadn’t known existed and drag them live.

’What is that. What is that doing to me.’

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