Lurking Desire | Rindou Haitani | Ran Haitani

5|neck kisses

were powerless, trapped in a haze of pleasure and fear. Rindou's hand slipped under the lace of your panties, his touch feather-light against your sensitive skin. You felt a wetness pool between your legs, a betrayal of your body's response to his manipulation. Your mind screamed for him to stop, but your body seemed to crave his touch, the ecstasy from the drug clouding your judgment.

"Please," you managed to whimper, your voice barely above a whisper. But Rindou was in his own world, his eyes glazed over with desire. He murmured sweet nothings into your ear, calling you his "little girl" in a tone that sent chills down your spine. You felt his fingers begin to explore, the gentle strokes turning more insistent, pushing against your folds. The fabric of your underwear was the only barrier between his hand and your most intimate parts, but it was clear he had no intention of keeping it there for long.

You tried to fight, but your body was a traitor, responding to his touch despite your mind's screaming protests. The drug was working its magic, making you feel as if you were floating, your inhibitions slipping away like sand through your fingertips. His hands grew more insistent, his fingers sliding under the fabric of your panties to caress you.

Your breath hitched as his touch grew more intimate, the pleasure coiling in your stomach, tightening like a fist. His thumb brushed against your clit, sending a shockwave of sensation through your body. You bit your lip to keep from moaning, the sound lost in the haze of the room. His other hand slipped around your waist, his grip firm as he pulled you closer, his mouth finding yours in a kiss that was both claiming and gentle.

"Good girl," Rindou murmured against your lips, the pet name making you cringe even as your body responded to the praise. His hand moved faster, the pressure increasing until you were panting into his mouth, your hips rising to meet his touch. Your mind was foggy, your thoughts a jumbled mess of fear and desire. You didn't want this, but your body was begging for more.

He broke the kiss, his eyes dark and hungry as he took in your flushed face, your heavy-lidded eyes, and swollen lips. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice a mix of challenge and satisfaction. You whimpered, unable to form words as he slid your panties to the side, his fingers slipping inside you without preamble.

Rindou's touch grew rougher, his strokes more insistent as he claimed your mouth with renewed passion. You could feel yourself losing control, the pleasure building like a crescendo. You didn't want this, but the drug had stolen your willpower, leaving you a pliant doll in his skilled hands. He whispered sweet nothings and dirty words into your ear, calling you his "good girl," his "little pet," his "precious toy." Each degrading term sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, making your toes curl and your breath hitch.

As the haze of the room thickened, his fingers grew more demanding, his hand pushing aside the fabric that separated his skin from yours. His touch was like fire, burning a path through the fog in your mind, leaving you gasping for air. You felt the pressure of his erection against your thigh, a stark reminder of what was to come.

With a swift motion, he pulled your panties aside and positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock nudging insistently. You whimpered, trying to find the strength to push him away, but your body was a traitor, aching for the release he promised. His eyes searched yours, looking for submission, for the go-ahead that you couldn't give.

As he pushed inside you, the world around you sharpened for a brief moment, the pain cutting through the fog of the drug. You felt every inch of him, his girth stretching you wider than you had ever been. Your eyes widened in shock, your mind screaming in protest, but your voice was lost in the haze. Rindou groaned in satisfaction, his hand moving to your neck, his grip firm but not painful, as he claimed your mouth again, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his hips.

With each thrust, he grew more aggressive, his curses growing louder as he lost himself in the moment. The sweet boy from the cafe was gone, replaced by a creature of raw desire and dominance. His eyes gleamed with something dark and primal, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as he snarled, his movements punishing and relentless. You could feel yourself being split apart, the pleasure and pain becoming indistinguishable as he claimed you over and over again.

"You're mine," he grunted, his voice gruff with passion. "Say it."

Your mouth was dry, your voice barely a whisper. "I-I'm yours," you managed, the words sticking in your throat like a knife. Rindou's grip on your neck tightened, his eyes gleaming with a mix of victory and lust as he drove into you harder, his breath coming in harsh pants.

The pain grew with each thrust, the drug-induced pleasure a distant memory as reality set in. You were being taken by force, the sweetness of the earlier moments replaced by a sadistic hunger in his eyes that sent a cold chill down your spine. The room spun around you, the only constant the feeling of his body pressing against yours, his weight pinning you to the couch.

"You like this, don't you?" Rindou growled, his teeth grazing your neck, his breath hot against your skin. You could feel the veins bulging in his arms as he held you down, his grip tightening until it hurt. "You're such a little slut," he spat out, the words a stark contrast to the tender whispers from before. His movements grew erratic, his breathing ragged as he fucked you with a ferocity that was almost animalistic.

You tried to push him away, but your body was still under the sway of the drug, your muscles refusing to obey your commands. You felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes as the pain grew more intense, your voice a broken whisper of protest. "Rindou, please," you begged, your voice barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin.

He ignored you, his movements growing rougher as he slammed into you, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. You could feel his breath on your neck, hot and ragged, his teeth nipping at your earlobe as he murmured obscenities. The sweetness from before was gone, replaced by something dark and twisted that sent a shiver down your spine. "You're so tight," he hissed, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking tight around me."

You whimpered, trying to find the strength to push him away, but your body was a traitor, clenching around his invasion, begging for more even as the pain became unbearable. His curses grew louder, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he lost himself in the brutal claiming of your virginity. The room spun, the only constant the feeling of his teeth grazing your neck, his grip tightening around your throat as he fucked you with a ferocity that left you gasping for air.

The once gentle Rindou was gone, replaced by a sadistic creature driven by an insatiable hunger for control. His nails dug into your thighs, leaving half-moon marks that stung with every movement. You felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your ear as he whispered more vile things, his voice a stark contrast to the tender whispers from before. "Such a good little slut," he murmured, his tone mocking and degrading, making your stomach churn with a mix of fear and disgust.