“I didn’t find a first aid kit,” he says. “You don’t have one?”
“Why the fuck would I?”
“You’re always fighting.” He sounds genuinely annoyed. “You should know how to take care of yourself.”
I grin through my teeth.
“A dog just licks his wounds. Works fine.”
Naoya-san stops, looks at me.
“You’ll buy proper medical supplies tomorrow. Gauze, antiseptic, bandages. You’ll keep them here.”
“I don’t fucking need that.”
He presses a clean spot of the towel against a cut.
“That wasn’t a suggestion, Kaito.”
He makes me lie down again, legs open, and cleans me up properly. The towel drags across the bruises he left, the blood between my thighs, all that mess I can’t even look at without feeling heat pool again.
When he’s done, he folds the towel, sets it aside, and exhales once through his nose.
“Now your punishment,” he says.
“Thought the blade was the punishment.”
“That was for you to enjoy. This is the punishment.”
“Yeah? What is it then?”
“You’re no longer my submissive. You won’t come back to the studio again.”
I push up fast, muscles screaming.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I won’t waste my time on someone who refuses to learn. I shouldn’t have touched you at all, but I was… attracted. For a long time.”
No. No way!
“No way!You can’t just—”
“Ican.” He sighs. “You like submission, Kaito, I can tell. You crave it. But you won’t give it in words, or actions. You want to fight too much against it.”
He stands like he’s already decided. I grab his wrists.
“No! I can do it. I’ll do it right this time, I promise”
He stares at me, unreadable.
“I mean it, sensei. I’ll be good. I’ll behave. I’ll fucking—please!
“‘Please’, what, Kaito? You just need tosay it.”
I bite my lip.
“Please, sensei,” I choke out. “I want to beyours.”
