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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
- 4
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- 6
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Ch 5

Haruhi sat next to Kyoya on the bed and clenched her hands together. Kyoya had wanted no misunderstandings. She had hid her face against him as she had whispered what she wanted from him. Her cheeks had flamed hot. When she had finished Kyoya had scooted up into a sitting position. She had pulled the sheet up to cover her breasts and tried not to huddle against the headboard as she sat up as well.
"So you want what?" Kyoya shook his head as he casually leaned back on his arms. "You want me to fuck you?"
Haruhi bit her lip and nodded jerkily.
"And you want me to hurt you?"
Haruhi let out a breath. "Just a little hurting."
Kyoya raised an eyebrow. "Right, just a little hurting."
Silence stretched between them as Kyoya watched Haruhi and Haruhi looked everywhere but at him. Her cheeks burned.
She suddenly shifted to try to stand, pulling the sheet with her. "Just forget it. It's fine if you don't want to. I..." She shook her head and stood up straight. "It was a dumb idea anyway, right? I'm sorry, Senpai, I never should have said anything." What had she done? What would he think of her now? She had clearly misread the situation and had probably completely ruined her friendship with her senpai.
She was about to take herself and her embarrassment right out the door when she felt cool fingers close around her wrist. He tugged and she tumbled into his lap. She grasped his shoulders to keep from falling. She suddenly felt a clear indication pressed against her that he was happy to have her there.
He caught her gaze and held it. "Did I say I didn't want to, Haruhi? Did I say it was a dumb idea?"
She sucked in a surprised breath. "Senpai?"
"Besides," he grasped her waist and let himself fall back on the bed, "I think I have an idea of why you want to."
Haruhi frowned thoughtfully as she wriggled into a more comfortable position, sprawled against him. "I'm not sure I understand it." Her deep brown eyes were confused. "It seems wrong. I feel like it should be the opposite of what I want. Maybe I'm sick or something."
Kyoyo brushed a lock of silky hair out of Haruhi's eyes. "I could be wrong, but it seems to be you are looking for control and power over the memory of what happened."
Haruhi looked surprised. "Maybe." She thought for a moment. "I'm not entirely sure, but that could be right. It sure sounds better than me just turning into some kind of perv." She looked down at Kyoya and smiled. "Wow, senpai, that was really insightful."
"Hmm. Well I actually can't take credit for that one." He stroked a finger down her smooth cheek. "Honey was worried about you and talked to me. He was the one who said something about it. It would be interesting to know where he learned something like that."
Haruhi shivered. "Hopefully, it was just a psychology class or something."

Kyoya's eyebrows drew down with a frown. “Indeed.” He shook his head and put his hand gently to Haruhi's soft cheek, forcing her to look at him. “Is this something you want to do now, or would you like some more time? To think about what you want and if this is really something you want?”

Haruhi felt a blush singe her cheeks. “If you want to... now. I mean, if you aren't busy now. If you have things to do, I know you have a lot going on. I don't want to keep you from anything.” Kyoya's finger to her lips stopped Haruhi's nervous rambling.

“I think I have an opening in my schedule.” He scooted her so she sat next to him on the bed then he stood. “I'll just make sure we don't have anyone surprising us the way I surprised you in the bath.” He pulled out his cell and sent a quick text to cancel his appointments as he strode to the door and flipped the lock.

He turned and looked at Haruhi for a moment before returning to her with an effortless grace. Haruhi was suddenly reminded she wore nothing but a mussed sheet, and it wasn't covering her well. Kyoya stood at the edge of the bed gazing down at her, his face never betraying the war raging inside him, his uncertainty about what he was about to do. Haruhi looked fragile, breakable. But, her lips were parted sensuously and her eyes were were filled with more desire than fear.

It seemed wrong to hurt her when she'd already suffered so much. But denying her surely would have consequences as well. His gaze fell to the scratches on her breast and the drying smears of blood on his shirt. If she didn't have an outlet would she hurt herself? Would it be worse than what he would do to her? And if she hurt herself that way she would be alone with no one to comfort her after or reassure her. He had seen how she had seemed to fold in on herself in the tub after she'd come down from her climax. He didn't entirely understand the look in her eyes when he'd made himself known, but it certainly wasn't a look a woman should have after an orgasm. It had been pained and confused.

And who would do this instead of him? Takashi and Honey were both trustworthy, but wouldn't have the heart to do what needed to be done. Tamaki? The idea was too absurd to even consider. Casanoda might be a possibility, but Kyoya didn't know if he could be trusted with what could be a very delicate task, let alone if the young man would be willing. Bringing in a professional was also out of the question. It had to be someone Haruhi knew and trusted. Kyoya'd had no idea she had trusted him quite this much, though.

Besides, just the idea of what she wanted him to do to her left him achingly hard. He'd researched and explored a bit of the kinkier sides to sex. It had been as interesting as most other areas of the erotic. Until Haruhi had asked it of him, he'd had no idea how much it could arouse him. He was glad for his explorations now. Hopefully it would keep him from traumatizing Haruhi further. That was the last thing he wanted.

He tugged on his tie then pulled it off completely. The sight of Kyoya freeing the top button of his shirt filled her with conflicting emotions. Arousal was first and foremost, but behind that was insecurity and a little fear. She'd been a little worried he'd changed his mind, he had looked at her so intently for so long.

Haruhi startled when Koya spoke. “I want everything to be very clear before we begin, Haruhi.”

He deftly opened the rest of his buttons and Haruhi found herself fascinated with the strip of flesh it exposed. She fought to pay attention to his words.

“The most important point I wish to make is this,” he looked at her seriously, “if at any time you want me to stop you must tell me. Even if it's just that you don't like something, you must tell me right away. Usually in this sort of thing a safe-word is chosen. It's a word decided on beforehand. If either person says the safeword then everything stops until that person wishes to proceed.” She seemed to be understanding, so he asked. “What would you like for a safeword? Something you can say that lets me know you need me to stop?”

Haruhi's brows furrowed as she thought about it. It should be something clear, so there would be no confusion. “How about stop?”

Kyoya blinked at her a moment. Every safeword he'd ever heard was vaguely silly. Colors seemed to be common, or fruit. Just stop? He supposed there was no reason why not. He didn't plan on playing any games that would have her fighting him or telling him to stop as part of the game. The thought shot a blast of cold in his gut. No, that seemed like a very bad idea.

“I think that should work fine.” He absentmindedly freed his belt and popped the top button of his trousers. “Let's practice.”

“Practice?” Haruhi stammered as Kyoya leaned in to her.

Kyoya rested a knee next to Haruhi on the bed and let the pads of his fingers drift across her creamy shoulder. “Absolutely.” He said. “I need to know that you can tell me stop when you need to. We'll begin and then after a short time you'll tell me to stop.” Haruhi looked incredulous. Kyoya pushed his glasses up. “Please, humor me, Haruhi.” His hand returned to her shoulder and gently urged her to lie back.

She nodded her acquiescence. “Okay, Senpai.”

Kyoya's shirt and pants were still on him, but open as he stretched out next to her. She hadn't noticed when he took off his shoes and socks.

“We'll start slow.” Kyoya tried to reassure her. “Is there anything you definitely don't want me to do, Haruhi?”

Haruhi let out a stuttering sigh. “Don't.... don't bite me.”

Kyoya nodded. “Of course. What else?”

Haruhi thought a moment. “Don't hold onto the back of my head and push me... make me... ”

Kyoya fought to keep his face calm and accepting as he made encouraging noises.

Haruhi's breathing changed to a shallow panicked rhythm. “D-don't sit on me... straddle my chest and pin my arms down, down to my sides with your legs.”

He stroked her cheek, trying to keep her with him in the here and now. “I won't do any of those things. I'll be very careful.”

Haruhi nodded and swallowed hard, but her breathing seemed to settle. “That's all I can think of right now, Kyoya-senpai.”

“Very good. Tell me immediately if you think of anything you wish to add to that list. I want to know right away.”

Haruhi nodded again.

“Now that we have that out of the way. Back to practice.” He said calmly as he leaned forward to press his lips gently to hers.

Haruhi's breath released on a sigh and she felt some of the fear and tension ebb. She pushed away thoughts of things she didn't want Kyoya to do and thought of things she did want. She rolled slightly to face him more easily and deepen their kiss. Her fingers wrapped in his collar and held him close. Yes, this was much better. Her touch wandered to his hair, slipping the smooth strands between the pads of her fingers.

Haruhi seemed to be doing fine with the kiss, so Kyoya touched her gently. He rested his hand on her hip for a moment before slowly sliding it higher to her ribs. Haruhi's soft gasp that sounded like pleasure encouraged Kyoya to allow his touch to trace the side of one breast. He wasn't sure when he had ever felt something so pleasantly soft. Haruhi moaned softly and moved her arm, giving easier access to her breast. Kyoya took the invitation and cupped her warm breast, fighting a moan of his own as he felt her nipple harden. Kyoya broke the kiss as he plucked her nipple between his finger and thumb. She fell to her back again. His first ungentle touch leaving her hot and gasping.

“More?” Kyoya enquired.

“More.” Haruhi answered immediately.

Hot desire flashed through Kyoya as he pressed his palm to Haruhi's breast. The modest mound compressed and flattened against the ribs beneath and Haruhi groaned. Kyoya pushed harder until Haruhi cried out. He changed his grip so his fingers wrapped around her breast. He squeezed her tightly then pinched her nipple hard. Haruhi shuddered and moaned, her thighs pressing together as her arousal grew. Kyoya switched to the other breast, cupping it gently before twisting his hand and tightening fiercely. He released his hand then copied a movement he had seen her do in the tub. He held his middle finger to his thumb to make an O, he released his finger with a hard flick, snapping Haruhi's nipple cruelly. His flick was harder than hers had been. Haruhi's back arched and she moaned as the sensation shot fire through her body to low in her belly.

Kyoya rolled himself to kneel over her on all fours. His knee pressed between her thighs. Haruhi gasped, running her nails down his chest. He pushed his knee harder to the heat between her legs as he loomed over her.

“Do you like this, Haruhi?”

“Yes.” She moaned.

He gripped her wrists and forced them above her head. “Do you want more? Do you want it harder?” He ground his thigh into her crotch, making her cry out.

“Yes!” She hissed. “Harder, please, please, harder!”

“Then you must show me you can tell me stop.” He breathed next to her ear. She shivered as she felt his erection press into her hip.

“Don't stop.” She moaned.

“Tell me stop, Haruhi.”

But she seemed to not be listening, lost in a swirl of sensations. He brought her arms down from above her head and let them rest at her side. She seemed to like the feel of his hands as his fingers locked around her upper arms. She liked it less when he used this grip to press her into the mattress. He pinned her that way, using more and more of his weight to force her there. He rubbed his erection against her hip and his thigh against her core. The pleasure was still burning in her, but something was wrong.

His hold. It was too much like... An image flashed before her eyes. Satou kneeled, straddling her chest, her arms pinned to her sides, her back to the floor. She tried to buck him off but she wasn't strong enough and he was too heavy. Likewise, her arms were held fast. Satou delivered a stinging slap to her cheek she had no chance to deflect. His backhand caught the other cheek with a returning blow that whipped her head to the side. His grin was evil as he slowly slid his zipper down.

“Stop. Stop!” Haruhi gasped. “God, stop!”

The weight holding her down was immediately gone. Kyoya had rolled off her until he was an arm's-length away. He was afraid to touch her. Afraid he'd taken it too far as he'd tried to push her into a less pleasant sensation. Something that would pull her from her masochistic pleasure and help her tell him to stop.

Haruhi blinked rapidly as her chest heaved, reminding her she could breath, no one was crushing the air out of her. Kyoya hadn't even been pressing on her chest. His hold had only been on her arms. When she felt her panic begin to recede she turned her head to Kyoya.

“You stopped.” She said with wide eyes.

He brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. “Of course. You shouldn't sound so surprised, Haruhi. You said stop, so I stopped.”

Her head turned back and she gazed at the fancy plastered ceiling. “You stopped.” She repeated.

“Are you alright?” Kyoya asked gently.

She looked at him again and was quiet a moment before a wide smile graced her lips. “I'm fine. You stopped. I said stop and you stopped.”

The look of wonder on her face stabbed a pain into his chest. But then, maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all. Perhaps Honey was right.

“I will add holding you down that way to my list of things to avoid.” He stroked her cheek. “If that's enough practice, would you like to continue?”

Haruhi's smile turned wicked. “Oh, definitely.”

Haruhi thought how strange it was, that she should feel safer now with this man who was going to bring her pleasure and pain than she had since she had been rescued. She couldn't hold the thought long, her attention was thoroughly taken by her senpai slowly tugging off his shirt then his pants. She licked her lips, wondering how his skin would taste.
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