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Recover	By : ramblingrobin Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 11392 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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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
- 7
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Ch 8

“Have a seat there, please, Haruhi. In front of the desk.” Kyoya left her there and stepped into what appeared to be a massive walk-in closet.

Haruhi settled into the soft leather chair and rolled it forward then backward playfully. She noticed the solidly-built desk. It looked as big as her bed at home. It was a warm rich brown that brought out the waves and whorls of the grain. It was varnished but not heavily. When she touched it she could feel the slickness of the varnish, but also the slight variations of the wood beneath. Each drawer had an intricate brass handle and a lock. The edges were all slightly rounded giving it an almost organic feel. Haruhi wondered how old it was. There wasn't a scratch or a ding anywhere she could see, but it felt old. She would have expected Kyoya to choose something sleek and modern. She ran her fingers over the corners and desktop. She didn't hear Kyoya come up behind her.

“Do you like it?” He asked softly.

Haruhi jumped. “What?”

“The desk, do you like it? It was quite a find.” He said as he set a large briefcase on its surface.

“Oh, yeah. It's really neat.” She said absently, wondering what was in the case.

“Good.” He said, leaning over to lay a kiss on her neck, whispering in her ear, “Because I plan to have you bent over it soon.”

Haruhi couldn't hold back a soft moan at the thought. She imagined herself spread out on its cool surface, positioned as she had been when he'd taken her on the bed in her suite. Her breasts would be tight to the desktop, the gently rounded edges pressing into her belly or thighs.

His touch trailed over her shoulder and down her arm then off her hand as he reached for the shiny black briefcase. He flipped it down so it laid flat on the desk then clicked the latches free, but didn't pull it open.

He turned his head and looked at Haruhi. “You have some decisions to make.”

She blinked at him in confusion.

Kyoya smirked and resettled his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “What we've been doing, where you enjoy when I hurt you in a sexual context and it increases your arousal, is called S and M. Have you heard of it before?”

Haruhi thought for a moment, ignoring the tingling feeling when he mentioned hurting her in a sexual context. “It's familiar, but I'm not sure I know just what it means.”

Kyoya was a little relieved, if she hadn't experienced what she had during the kidnapping, this would have been an area she may never have explored, or at least not until she was much older. “The S stands for sadism, that's enjoying giving pain. The M is for masochism, enjoying receiving pain. Often it's described as BDSM, the B and D meaning bondage and domination. Please correct me if I'm wrong, what we've been doing has focused more on the masochism and bondage.”

“You don't think you dominate me too?” She asked.

“From what I understand, the domination can be more intense than what we've done. It can involve forced submission and humiliation. In this you'd be known as the sub and I'd be the dom.”

Haruhi bit her lip, wanting to ask something but feeling embarrassed. Kyoya lifted her chin with one fingertip. “If we're to continue this we need full disclosure. I need to know you're not holding anything back. If you do I could accidentally hurt you for real.”

Haruhi nodded, resolving herself to say what was on her mind, even if it was hard. “What kinds of things could you do to dominate me more?”

“Ah, I see. Well, in some scenarios the sub will wear a collar or some other item that represents their submission. The sub may allow themselves to be known as a slave. Sometimes other derogatory terms are used for the sub, like bitch or whore.”

Haruhi didn't like the sound of that. The men in the warehouse had used names like that for her and the twins.

Kyoya stroked her cheek to retrieve her attention. “From the look on your face I believe I'll be avoiding calling you nasty names.”

Haruhi smiled gratefully at his quick understanding. “Thank you, Senpai.”

Kyoya continued, “The sub may allow herself to be forced to do things that show their submission. Kissing the dom's boots or whips, counting the blows when they are spanked or flogged, or placing themselves into their own shackles. It depends on what they are into, what they find exciting. Some will get into dressing up and role-play, for example the sub dressing like a maid. Everything done is with the consent of both parties. The force is pretend, the sub could stop it at any time.”

Kyoya propped a hip on the desk. “When the dom and sub are doing these things together it's often called a scene. Some call it playing or call the whole thing a game. Some take things very seriously and even have carefully devised contracts to spell out the parameters of a single scene. Others just make things up as they go.”

Haruhi looked a little overwhelmed.

Kyoya laid his hand over hers. “There's no precise way to do what we're doing. The only way we can do this wrong is if we do something non-consensual, or if one of us is truly injured. As long as you or I aren't really hurt and neither of us is doing something we don't want to, whatever we do is fine.”

Haruhi looked into her lap. “But, am I making you do something you don't want to, Kyoya-senpai? I didn't think about it before, but I should have. Is this non-consensual for you?” Her eyes flew to his. She looked horrified.

His first reaction was amusement, but he quashed it quickly. This would be a serious issue for her. What those bastards had done to her had been so very non-consensual. To be like them in any way, or to force another into even a sliver of what she'd experienced, would be abhorrent to her.

Kyoya caught her gaze and tried to put all his sincerity into his words. “No, Haruhi. I swear I'll never do anything with you that I don't want. Honestly, there are things I've learned about that some people do in BDSM that I haven't brought up because I don't want to do them. And if we're ever discussing options for our games, you can be sure that I'll veto anything I'm not comfortable doing. I expect you to do the same.”

Kyoya leaned down and touched his lips gently to hers. “You should also know that if you ever decide that you don't want me to hurt you anymore that I'll be fine with that. I would be just as happy now if you'd decided we should stay in your room and proceed without pain. And if you ever decide you would rather we stop having sex, and you would prefer our relationship to be platonic, I'd accept that as well. Admittedly, I have enjoyed the sex though. But I'd rather have our friendship.”

Haruhi was unsure how to respond. “Kyoya-senpai, I... thank you so much.”

Kyoya kissed her gently again and sat back. “So, what will it be, Haruhi? Still want to stay here and see what's in my bag of tricks? Are we going back to your room? Or are we going to the patio for tea?”

Haruhi licked her lips. “Show me what's in the case, please, Senpai.”

Kyoya flipped open the lid with a flourish. “My pleasure.”

Kyoya pulled a multitude of interesting items from the briefcase, she wasn't sure how they'd all fit. He'd laid them out on the desk, grouping similar things. He seemed to have a particular arrangement in mind, but Haruhi couldn't make out what he was trying to convey with it. Some things she recognized, some she didn't. Some things she could intuit their purpose, others completely stumped her. Some made things low in her belly tighten in anticipation.

Kyoya gestured to some similar items. All had long thing handles and were topped with different things. One had feathers, another had many fine thin chains like from a necklace, a third had chains of small metal balls with each ball smaller than a pea, another seemed to have many thick threads sprouting from its top. “These are ticklers. Some can also be used as fine whips.” He pushed them in front of Haruhi and lined them up. “You should touch them, if you would like to.”

Haruhi was hesitant as she reached out and ran her fingertip along a feather. She picked it up and stroked it along her cheek, a small smile gracing her lips. She picked up another and discovered that the long thick threads were actually made of rubber.

Kyoya continued. “These can be used to tickle, obviously. They can also be a contrasting sensation after pain. When used for whipping they can be the least painful and won't leave a mark.”

Kyoya allowed her to explore the ticklers, running the tips through her fingers. “I have no preferences for what we use when we play. I'm content with my bare hands if you would like that best.

“You need to decide what you may like. I want you to separate these things into three categories: 'Yes, please'; 'No, thank you'; and 'Maybe'.” Kyoya pulled out a key-ring. It jingled as he opened two drawers in the desk, one on her left and one on her right. “Here,” he gestured to one drawer, “I want you to put 'No, thank you' items here. Put 'Maybe' items in the other drawer.” He tugged the briefcase closer. “'Yes, please', goes in here.” He gave her a moment to think. “Does that sound alright to you, Haruhi? If this is too much, please tell me.”

She looked up at him and her eyes gleamed. “This is great. Where did you find all this stuff?”

Kyoya couldn't help but return her smile. “The internet is a delightful resource.”

Haruhi laughed and turned back to the ticklers. The feather went in the briefcase. The rubber-threaded one went into the “Maybe” drawer. The chain and metal ball tipped one went into the “No, thank you” drawer.

“What's next?” She asked excitedly.

“Next, you need to think about if you want to avoid anything that could leave marks. There are quite a few of these that we would eliminate immediately if you don't want anything to leave marks. Just my hands may leave some minor light bruises. There are varying severities of welts you can be left as well. I'm not willing to do anything that will scar you or make you bleed. So, there are some items, like the canes, that I'd have to use very carefully and in moderation. So, what do you think?”

Haruhi shifted in her seat. “I think I wouldn't mind some marks. Just nothing too bad. I want to be able to sit down. And nothing that would show when I'm dressed.”

Kyoya adjusted his glasses. “Very good.” He plucked a few items from the desk and dropped them in the “No, thank you” drawer.

“I want to be sure I understand. Some light bruising is acceptable, as long as it isn't too painful. Similarly, welts are alright as long as they don't hurt too much. Is this what you're saying?”

Haruhi nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then let's continue.” Kyoya said as he pulled forward several paddles.

In the end, the paddles all went in the “No, thank you” drawer. They were followed by some heavier whips and floggers, all the nipple clamps, the rubber strap, three canes, and all the gags. The “Yes, please” suitcase received a suede flogger and whip, a leather flogger and whip, a leather strap, several different canes, and a few other whips. The rest went in the “Maybe” drawer.

Haruhi was surprised to see they weren't done. He pushed the suitcase to one side to reveal several items she hadn't noticed and immediately brought a blush to her cheeks. “Are those, uh...”

Kyoya smirked as he picked up one of the devices in front of Haruhi. It was sleek and silver, shaped like an egg with a cord on one end. With a flick of a finger it whirred to life, buzzing softly in the palm of his hand. “These are all things I could put inside you.” He purred. “Most are meant for your pussy. Some, if you are interested, are for your ass. All are for pleasure, not pain. Although, other painful things can be administered while these are inside you.”

Haruhi cocked her head to one side. “The butt ones don't hurt?”

Kyoya shook his head. “Not when used correctly and carefully.” He took something off the table and held it up. It was shaped like a snowman standing on a pedestal, though there were more than three balls. It appeared to be made of rubber. The smallest ball, at the top, was about the size of the end of her pinky. The bottom ball looked to be about six or seven centimeters in diameter. Under the largest ball was a flat disc that extended several centimeters further than the last ball. Kyoya's gaze was hot on Haruhi's as he explained. “I would put plenty of lubricant on you and this toy. I would start after you were very turned on, maybe once you'd had an orgasm or two. I would massage the jelly onto your asshole with my finger, encouraging the muscles to relax. Maybe I'd fuck your pussy with my fingers or another one of these vibrators while I did it.” Kyoya noticed Haruhi pressing her thighs together and he smiled. He pointed to the smallest ball on the anal toy. “I would very slowly and carefully ease this first section into your ass, Haruhi. It's small, it would be easy. It would just feel like stretching. I think you might like it.

“I would ease this small part in and out of you until you were used to it. Then I would gently wiggle the next section into you. You'd feel this one a little more. There would be more of a stretch. I would leave it alone for a moment, allowing you to adjust. I might take the time to rub that little vibrator there on the end over your clit until you came for me.” He gestured to a small plastic tube with nubs on the end, it was a little larger than a tube of lipstick.

Kyoya shifted as he leaned against the desk and Haruhi noticed his erection pressing the front of his pants. She licked her lips, excited by his arousal. She scooted her chair to the side until she was in front of him. She reached for his belt buckle. “Tell me more.” She murmured as she unsnapped his pants.

Kyoya settled himself more comfortably as he leaned against the desk. “Well, when you seemed to have adjusted to having the larger section in you, I would take the toy and twist it. It would pull just a little, give you a little friction.”

Kyoya's head fell back and he groaned as Haruhi freed him from his pants and held his cock in her hand. He kept talking. “I would slowly pull the toy out until only the small section was inside you, then I'd gently push the larger part back in. It would be slow and careful until you begged me to go faster, and you would.”

Haruhi stroked Kyoya's length. She hadn't really been able to look at it before. It was a nice length and thickness with a little curve. When she held him around the middle of the shaft her fingertips didn't touch. A tiny bead of liquid welled up at the tip of his cock-head She was overcome with a desire to run her tongue over the slit there and taste his precum. She leaned over and laid a soft kiss on the tip of him. Kyoya moaned as she licked her lips. She kissed the head again, then hesitantly dragged her tongue over the slit. Her eyes flicked up to Kyoya, who was watching her, enraptured.

“You stopped talking.” She said quietly.

Kyoya adjusted his glasses. “I was distracted for a moment.” He paused. “And I want to make sure that you aren't about to do anything you aren't comfortable with just because it's something I would like.”

Haruhi dropped another kiss on his tip. How could skin on a guy be so soft? “No, I want to. And if I stop wanting to, I'll stop doing it. How's that?”

“That sounds like a good idea.” Kyoya said.

“You just keep your hands there, hold the edge of the desk or something, and try not to touch me with your hands. Would that be ok?” She asked.

Kyoya agreed.

“And keep talking.” She whispered as she took the head of his cock in her mouth then released it. “I like it.”

Kyoya's fingers clenched the edge of the desk as he continued. Haruhi started flicking little licks up and down his shaft. “Where was I?” Kyoya bit back a moan as Haruhi laid her tongue flat against the underside of his cock and licked him from base to tip. “Right, begging me to go faster.

“I would start moving it in and out of you faster. I would push it forward just enough that you'd start to stretch around the next ball. Then I'd pull back again. When you're moaning and ready, I would push in the next section. It would be a little faster this time, a little rougher. The sensation would hit you harder.”

Haruhi wrapped her lips around his cock-head and sucked then released with an audible pop. She took him in further, letting his tip slide against the roof of her mouth. When he hit her soft palate she pulled back again, being careful not to drag her teeth.

Kyoya's breathing was faster as he continued. “Your sphincter muscles would tighten around it. They would hold the toy there inside you. Since after each ball there's a narrow area before the next ball, it will keep it there once you've adjusted to it. I could fuck your pussy with this toy up your ass and it would stay there, and the sensations you'd feel would be incredible.”

Haruhi moaned and pressed her hands to her breasts, squeezing and releasing them. When she moaned, the vibrations from her mouth on Kyoya pulled a moan from him as well. Her mouth moved faster, up and down his length. Her tongue working him wherever it could reach.

“I would keep pushing more into you. Whenever you'd adjust to one ball, I would push another inside you. I'd tug it, pulling it to a wider part, then I'd let go, watching your ass pull it back to that narrower part. Eventually, it would be inside you up to the base. I'd press my hand there and push, making sure it was all inside you. Maybe I'd take that little vibrator there and turn it up to high. I could press it to the base of the toy and transfer all those vibrations to your ass. I wonder if I could make you come just by doing that?”

Haruhi let one hand leave her breast to cup his balls. Then she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and gave him a teasing squeeze. She had better control this way. She had an easier stopping point and could hold him in the position she wanted. When she slid her mouth on him his head would go just past her soft palate and then her lips would hit her hand. She breathed through her nose and was surprised she wasn't feeling gaggy. She massaged with her hand as her mouth bobbed, sucking up and down.

“But, with your ass so nice and full, your pussy would feel so empty, Haruhi. If you came it would squeeze down on emptiness.” Kyoya lifted the egg vibrator again. “I would put this inside your pussy, all the way up by your cervix. It would give your body something to squeeze, but it wouldn't be so filling as to take away from the sensation of the toy in your ass. Then I'd make you come at least two more times. Maybe I'd lick your clit and twist the toy in your ass.”

Haruhi wriggled in her seat, squeezing her thighs together then releasing them. Her mouth moved faster, sucking on the upstroke and licking on the down-stroke. Her hand began to follow her mouth, stroking him with the rhythm of her sucking. He had gotten so hard, even the head of his cock felt like a rock under the soft skin.

Kyoya's voice was starting to show strain and his grip on the desk left his knuckles white. “If you wanted we could just stop at the toy. Those types of toys are called plugs. They're meant to remain in place, they aren't the best for thrusting in and out. If you just wanted the plug, I could leave it in you while I fucked your pussy. I would let you come once with it stretching your ass, the next time you started to come I would pull it out in a single motion. The feeling would make you come so fucking hard, Haruhi.” Kyoya tried to keep still, but his hips were rising to meet her mouth as she slid and sucked down his length. “But there's another option, Haruhi. Plugs can also be used to prepare your ass for something a little more active. I chose a size of plugs that would comfortably open you enough to admit something the width of my own cock. That means I could get myself nice and slick. I'd pull the toy out of you and I'd take it's place. I'd be so careful of you, Haruhi. I would wiggle my hips and slide into you. I'm not thicker than the plugs, so the biggest adjustment would be to my length. Once I worked myself into you all the way you'd feel so full. I might put one of those vibrators shaped like a dick in your pussy. If you look, they 're all similar to my size, as well.”

Haruhi's eyes flicked to the toys as she continued to lick and suck. Her hand left her breast and wrapped around him to grip his ass, urging him to thrust into her mouth. Kyoya's head flung back again as he moaned.

He seemed to be talking to the ceiling now, with his head thrown back, but Haruhi could hear him. “I'd be able to feel the vibrations through the walls of your pussy as I slid into your ass. It would feel amazing to me and I believe you'd like it, too. I'd go slow until I knew you were prepared. I'd go slow until you begged me to go fast. Then I'd fuck your ass just as hard and fast as you'd want me to. I could hold the vibrator as I fucked your ass, I could thrust it in and out of your pussy. Or, if you wanted, I could put on the strap-on.” His head nodded distractedly to a vibrator shaped like a realistic cock, again about the same size as Kyoya's. This one had several confusing straps and velcro tabs. “It would hold that vibrator, or we could put a different one on it. I would attach it around my waist and it would put the vibrator just above or just below my cock. I would put it on so it could fuck your pussy. So, every time my cock slammed into your ass the vibrator would do the same to your pussy. Then imagine it with the vibrations. You'd feel so full. It would be overwhelming. You might have to cover your own mouth just to keep from screaming the house down as you came. And when I thought you'd had enough, I'd let myself come. I would fuck you faster and harder. Then I would thrust hard inside your ass and stay there as I came. With the vibrator humming and your tight little ass around me I think it would be an amazing orgasm.”

Kyoya thrust into Haruhi's hot mouth. Her hand and mouth jerked up and down,her own arousal distracting her from her rhythm. It didn't matter, Kyoya thrust a few times more and moaned as he felt his cock spurt into her throat. Haruhi struggled to swallow fast, the constrictions massaging the tip of Kyoya's cock and lengthening his orgasm. When the tension finally went out of Kyoya's body, Haruhi allowed her lips to slide off his length. There was a soft pop as she released him.

Haruhi sat back in her chair and grinned. “That was fun.”

Kyoya chuckled as he tried to unlock his fingers from their death-grip on the wood of the desk. “I must admit, I certainly enjoyed it.”

“And it was educational.” Haruhi smirked.

Kyoya barked a surprised laugh. It was a noise Haruhi had never heard from her senpai before. She decided she wanted to hear it more often.

Haruhi stood up and kissed Kyoya on the lips, then pulled away and smiled. “And you're an excellent teacher. I find myself intrigued by the class material and eager to learn more.”

Haruhi then took every single plug, vibrator, and dildo on the table and put them in the “Yes, please” briefcase.

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