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Recover	By : ramblingrobin Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 11392 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don’t own Ouran and don’t make money off of my silly little fantasies.

Chapter List
- 1-Recover Ch 1
- 2-Recover Ch 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Recover Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 9
- 10
- 11
Recover

Ch 10

Haruhi dozed lightly for a while. It was so comfortable here in Kyoya's arms. Her eyes blinked open as she felt warm fingers gently brush her hair away from her face.

“Mmm, Senpai?” Haruhi murmured.

Kyoya smiled. “I didn't mean to wake you.”

“It's ok.” Haruhi said as she rolled to her back and stretched. Her back arched, drawing Kyoya's attention to her soft breasts. She relaxed and turned to him with a smile that made his heart do an odd flip in his chest. “Is it desk-time?” She asked.

“That's up to you. If you're tired I can put you to bed.” He kept his hands from her breasts using his considerable willpower. The desk would still be there tomorrow.

“Nah.” She grinned and blushed. “Let's play.”

Haruhi blinked with surprise as Kyoya suddenly rolled on top of her. He pushed up on his hands and gazed down at her. Her wide chocolate eyes had lost that troubled look she had worn so often lately. He thought he might do nearly anything to keep that lost look from her eyes. He knew that her fear and worries would return later. But for here and now, he would do what he could to keep her demons at bay. He cupped her breast and leaned to kiss her. Besides, making her feel better was extremely diverting.

Kyoya ended up carrying Haruhi from the bed wrapped around him like a monkey while she laughed endearingly. He tugged a pillow along with them and dropped it on the chair by the desk. He set her carefully on the edge of the desk and stood between her knees.

“Don't you want to get a towel or something, Senpai?” She asked him. “My butt's all over your nice desk.”

He stepped in closer and rested his hands on her thighs. “It's a good desk. It can handle your ass.” His hands slid higher and squeezed, his thumbs so close to her core she moaned. “Besides that, when I'm shuffling papers around on this desk later, I want to imagine your skin against it and all those noises you make when I touch you.”

Haruhi leaned back on her hands. Her breast thrust upward by her slightly arched back. “I don't make that many noises.” She grumbled.

“You noises are quite pleasant, Haruhi.” His head dipped to flick a tongue against her nipple. Pulling a gasp from her. “And yes, you do.”

Haruhi fought the urge to stick her tongue out at him. He'd probably just suck on it. Wait, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Kyoya reached over to the open briefcase. “What sounds would you make if I used this on you, I wonder?” His hand lifted, holding one of the canes. It was black and as long as her arm with a thick resin handle at the base.

He moved his hips to her, his cock pressing against her tummy. His fingers twined into her hair then squeezed into a fist, gripping the soft locks tightly and tugging. “I'm a little sore from you fucking me, Haruhi. But I believe I'll like that every time I sit down tomorrow I'll think of you. Would you like to think of me every time you sit tomorrow?”

Haruhi gasped, her nipples tightening. “Yes.”

Kyoya stood her up, his grip in her hair not loosening, forcing her to stretch to her tip-toes. He was careful to only pull her hair back, and never push her head forward. It amazed him how one action so similar to the other could lead to such different reactions. One left her wet, one left her terrified. His other hand stroked her ass, he'd left the cane resting on the edge of the desk.

“Just to clarify,” Kyoya shifted his grip to tilt her face to look him in the eyes. “You want me to take that big black cane and whip you with it. I would use it in this area, most likely.” His stroking fingers withdrew to return a moment later, delivering a stinging slap. Haruhi's eyes fluttered closed as she moaned. Her pussy clenched. She would have melted into the floor if Kyoya weren't holding her up with his fist clenched in her hair.

Kyoya's calm, even voice continued. “I can lay lovely red stripes across your ass, and then I can fuck you. I could leave you facing away from me, in the same position that I will cane you, and when I thrust hard our bodies will smack together. I'll feel your skin, hot from the cane, and you'll feel a delicious sting from your tender ass every time I get nice and deep inside you. Would you like that, Haruhi?”

Haruhi was panting, her heart racing. “God, yes.”

“And should things become too intense, if something doesn't feel right, or if you're frightened or worried what will you say?” Kyoya demanded as he brought his hand down on her other ass-cheek, the smack seeming to reverberate in the large room.

Haruhi's eyelids fluttered again as she tried to focus on the difficult task of speaking coherently and not just moaning. “Stop, Senpai.” She finally got out.

Kyoya suddenly released her. Her heels hit the floor and her body would have followed if he hadn't caught her with a strong arm around her waist.

“Shall we continue, then?” Kyoya purred into her ear. Haruhi could only nod as her scalp tingled with a fading sting. “Very good, Haruhi. Now bend over that desk and get your ass in the air.”

Kyoya helped Haruhi into a comfortable position. He tucked the pillow under her to cushion her tummy and thighs from the edge of the desktop. His offhanded comment that he planned to be fucking her hard enough she'd be terribly bruised against the uncushioned edge left her a little light-headed with arousal. She never had imagined Kyoya would have such a mouth on him, to be able to say such wickedly sinful and sometimes deliciously vulgar things so calmly was a revelation. His words left her hot and dripping with desire. She wondered if she could come just from listening to him talk long enough.

She was distracted from her thoughts by a tug on her ankle.

“Haruhi, may I tie your ankles?” Kyoya asked.

Haruhi blinked, looking over her shoulder at him. “Just my ankles?”

Kyoya nodded.

“OK.” She shrugged. How odd, she thought, why tie her ankles but leave her hands free.

Haruhi relaxed against the desk, resting her cheek on her stacked hands. She shivered as Kyoya gripped her ankle and moved it where he wanted it. He tugged it far to the side and lifted it off the floor. He tied her foot to one of the thick drawer pulls with a knot that could be quickly untied, then moved to the other leg. When he was done, Haruhi's feet were a foot from the floor with her legs spread impossibly wide. She felt exposed and could feel the room's cool air on her pussy.

Kyoya took in the lovely view. He stood behind Haruhi and stroked the backs of her thighs then up to her core. He cupped her pussy and pressed his palm to her, feeling her heat and slick juices, enjoying her gasp of pleasure. He curved one long finger and let it slip inside her, he groaned as he felt her muscles grasp him. Haruhi wanted to move, to thrust against his hand, but her position and bound ankles kept her still. Kyoya cursed softly and gave his erection a squeeze, trying to settle it down. He decided he had better get down to business before he lost control of himself and his burning desire to sheath himself fully inside her.

Kyoya stepped to one side and took up the cane. He made a few practice strokes in the air. Haruhi shivered as she heard the distinctive whistle of air as the cane sliced through it. She startled when she felt his warm hand caress her ass.

“Let's start easy, and we'll find your limits.” Kyoya said. “Ready?”

Haruhi had no idea what he was talking about for limits, but she knew she was more than ready. “Yeah, I'm ready.”

Kyoya first strike was so light it didn't even hurt. But the noise of the cane's whoosh and soft snap as it connected made Haruhi wriggle and moan.

“Do you want it harder, Haruhi, or is this a good level?” Kyoya asked gently.

“Harder, Senpai.”

The whoosh was more pronounced the second time. The impact still wasn't particularly painful.

“Haruhi?” Kyoya asked.

“Harder.” Haruhi gasped.

The next snap she felt. It left a tingling sting behind. Kyoya doubted it would leave any kind of mark.

Haruhi shifted on the desk, she was getting frustrated. It wasn't enough. “Please, more, Senpai.”

The cane came down twice more, just slightly harder than before. Haruhi strained against her bonds and pushed up on her elbows. She was starting to feel frantic. “God, stop fucking around, Senpai!”

Kyoya paused, silent. She thought maybe he was going to quit and untie her. The silence was suddenly cut by a whistle in the air followed by a resounding crack. Haruhi let out a small yip as the hot sting curled across the stripe across her ass. She moaned and lay her cheek back down on her hands.

“Haruhi?”

Haruhi swallowed. “Harder.”

The cane whistled again, she cried out as it connected. The sensation started out as a cold-sting this time, quickly followed by a burning ache. “Perfect.” Haruhi whispered.

Haruhi moaned as Kyoya ran his hand over the red welt across Haruhi's ass. It didn't look like it would bruise. The red was already cooling to pink. It would likely leave a red mark for a day and then disappear. This would be fine. He gently stroked the welt and leaned over to drop a kiss on her lower back before straightening.

The strikes started slowly. Coming faster as Kyoya got comfortable with his swing. The sounds were amazing. There would be a whistle and the sound of the cane finding her flesh, then a yip or gasp followed by a moan. Haruhi's breath came in pants and her vision was getting fuzzy around the edges as she squirmed and cried out. Her fingers found the far edge of the desk in front of her and she gripped it tight, anchoring herself as she rode the delicious pain. She didn't notice her tears dropping from her cheeks to the softly varnished wood. Kyoya's final blow was a whistle and a crack, pulling a yell from Haruhi. His hand stroked her hot ass-cheeks then dipped lower.

“You're so fucking wet.” Kyoya growled.

He flipped his grip on the cane, holding it by the shaft several inches from the handle. He pressed the thick grip to her dripping entrance then pushed it roughly inside her. Haruhi's back arched as she shrieked. With her fingers holding tight to the edge of the desk, she was able to get just a little leverage. She used it to push back as much as she could, trying to get the handle deeper inside her. God, she needed, she burned with it.

Kyoya gripped the shaft tighter, tugging it so the handle slid out then waited for Haruhi to wiggle with frustration before he thrust the thick handle back inside her. He thrust it again and again, until her moans became short gasps and cries. He finally shoved it hard inside her then yanked it out, flipping the cane in his grip to bring it down forcefully across her ass. Haruhi yelled and bucked in her bonds. Alright, that one would probably bruise.

Kyoya hastily slapped on a condom and slammed inside her. God, she felt good. She was so hot and wet. Her walls gripped him and quivered as she nearly came right then. She was spread so wide, he could get so deep inside her. Kyoya ground his hips against her then drew back, to slam into her again. Kyoya's arms slid under Haruhi to pull her shoulders up. Her back arched and he stroked and kneaded her breasts. Then he gripped them hard and began fucking her in earnest. His thrusts were fast and deep and she had no control of what she took, in the position she was in. He held her still and she took what he gave. He hit a spot inside her that made her cry out in pleasure. He grinned ferally as he found the spot again. Every time he hit it she would nearly scream and her pussy would lock tight around him. It was likely a good thing he'd come twice earlier, or he wouldn't have lasted.

Haruhi thought she was probably hyperventilating. Kyoya's rhythm never slowed or wavered. He suddenly added a little roll of his hips when he had fully thrust within her, rubbing against her clit. It was too much and she went over the edge of orgasm with a strangled shriek. The bliss crashed over her and swept her away. She thought she might pass out.

Haruhi's pussy tightened on Kyoya's cock then began to spasm around him. He fought his own completion as long as he could. Trying to force Haruhi's orgasm to last as long as possible. He finally surrendered, slamming into her fully and holding her tight as he came with a shout.

Kyoya collapsed over Haruhi's back, his heart thundering in his ears. His breath came in hot pants as he tried to push up a little to keep from crushing Haruhi. He finally caught his breath, set a gentle kiss in the middle of Haruhi's back and pushed himself up. As he stripped off the condom and knelt to free Haruhi's ankles she started to shake. Kyoya frowned as he whipped the soft rope free and then quickly untied the other one. Her legs fell limply to the floor with a quiet thud. Haruhi took a shuddering breath as Kyoya grabbed her, keeping her from sliding off the desk to the floor. Shit.

He tucked her in his arms and strode to the bed, tugging the comforter and sheets back and sliding both of them in. He whipped the blankets over them and pulled Haruhi close just as she crumbled. Her sobs shook them both, and he held her tight. She had cracked open and it felt like everything inside her was spilling out. She clutched Kyoya, the only thing solid. She shivered and keened her fear and anger and shame as her head buzzed incoherently. Finally she was empty. Her sobs slowed to hiccups and the occasional gasp as she floated away from herself to where she could feel nothing. The fog enveloped her and she welcomed it. She sucked in a deep breath and let it out. The roaring in her ears receded and she could hear Kyoya.

He was stroking her back and shushing her gently, telling her everything would be alright. Haruhi cuddled into his chest and enjoyed her numbness and his sweet words. As her fog began to recede and she had to feel again, she took his comfort and wrapped it around her heart.

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