#dialover x reader

Nervously your hands pulled at the sheer fabric of the crimson dress adorning your body. You did not belong here. You thought. Yet no one was any wiser to the human presence. The pheromones you had sprayed yourself with, like a spritz of expensive perfume, had them all fooled. You were sure that He would be fooled as well.  The ballroom swirled with waltzing couples. The floor was painted with the swaying of expensive fabrics of ball gowns. The deep red of your gown certainly stood out. But that is exactly what you planned for. Your eyes met a magenta gaze from across the sprawling room. 

The Demon King.

Reiji Sakamaki. 

You swallowed nervously, hand feeling for the silver blade you brandished at your thigh. It remained concealed by the thickened layers of your gown. You would be needing it tonight. No matter the cost… you would succeed. For your family, you thought. For the Church. You would succeed. 

The King will fall tonight.

 And just as you had planned, he approached. Like a pawn in a game of chess he was destined to lose. 

“What is a lovely lady such as yourself doing without a dance partner?” A deep, velvety voice mused. 

You clutched the sides of your gown before gracefully lowering yourself into a curtsey. 

“Your majesty, it's a pleasure to meet you,” you responded, the words that dripped from your tongue making you sick. 

It was most certainly not a pleasure to meet him. He was hardly a king, much more of a corrupt demon. A corrupt demon who would meet his end tonight. You were sure of it. But for the sake of your plan, you must play the part. To play the part of the perfect lady. Seductive, yet sweetly innocent, to lure the King right into your trap. And when the curtain falls, he will be King no more. Just a memory. A disease rid from poisoned lands.  

“Would you care for a dance?” The King asked, holding his gloved hand out to you, kindness painting his sharp features. 

You could think of nothing better. He was playing right into your hands. It was almost too easy. 

“Yes, your Majesty. I would be honored to,” you answered him sweetly, placing your own hand into his larger one. 

He led you into the sea of couples, who danced in unison to the melody of violins. It looked to be reminiscent of a renaissance painting. Every vampire around you, a painting of sheer perfection. The King himself was no exception, his ruby eyes perfectly suiting his pale complexion. The locks of dark purple hair which framed his face painted him as an angel. But you knew much better. You waltzed with The King. Perfectly following the three count beat in unison. All around you, curious eyes followed. Locked onto your graceful movements. It was as if at that moment, this masquerade was dedicated to you. But you knew the grim truth. This was not a dance of shared passion. It was a dance of death. A carefully plotted game. 

Reiji gracefully secured you into a dip, arm lacing around your back ever so gently. He pressed his lips against your neck, then upwards. Until his lips interlocked with your own. It looked to be a tender moment between lovers, shared at a moonlit ball. A scene straight from a fairytale. 

But you knew better.

And as the clock struck midnight. You reached under the many layers of crimson fabric adorning your body. Your fingers searched for a familiar silver handle.

Nothing.

The dagger at your thigh was no longer there. 

Panic filled your now widened eyes. Something sweet slipped into your parted lips. A thin, watery liquid. You tried to pull away. But he kept a hand firmly around your back, forcing the kiss to deepen. You were forced to swallow the strange liquid which seeped into your mouth. 

Suddenly the room grew hazy. The dancing of couples surrounding you turned into one swirling mass of color. The moon beaming through the arching of glass windows grew into a single beacon of silver light. The clock chimed once more, and you fell weightlessly into the arms of The King. 

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Reiji watched your sleeping form sprawled on a king sized bed. He observed the way your chest rose and fell slowly under the intricate lace of your ballgown. Your wrists were bound with a silken material. Delicate yet strong enough to impede your struggling if you so chose to. You were almost beautiful with your wrists bound above your head like that, he thought. Almost. 

Growing tired of pointless waiting, a sharp smack echoed throughout the dimly lit bed chamber. Reiji’s gloveless hand made contact with your soft cheek. You jolted awake, gasping for breath. 

“I was going to begin once you had awoken, but it seems I lost my patience,” Reiji spoke, bitterness evident in his words. 

You quickly began to survey your surroundings. A large, high ceilinged bedroom. Decorated pristinely, most likely for a guest. You noted your wrists bound above you, secured firmly to a gold polished bed frame. You squirmed, testing the silk materials strength. A sharpened silver object under your chin stopped your futile movements. Reiji held the dagger under your chin, leveraging your head until your fearful gaze locked onto his own. The very dagger you had attempted to take his life with was firmly held your head up, its sharpened point threatening to pierce into your throat. 

“Would you like to explain to me what this is? By that fearful expression I believe you know very well what I’m holding,” He spoke slowly, his grip on the silvered handle never once wavering. 

You wordlessly gazed into his magenta eyes. They were darkened, completely unreadable. You were sure he was seething with anger. Would this be the last day you would live? Whatever fate the King had crafted for you was not going to be a pleasant demise. How would the Church react? When would they find out that their very best was slaughtered by The Demon King himself?

“Not going to answer?” The King inquired. “Very well, I don’t mind slitting your throat open right now. In fact, it would bring me great pleasure.” 

The dangerous point pressed into the thin layer of skin protecting your throat. It burned as a bead of crimson liquid painted the silver tip of the blade. 

“Wait!” You gasped out in sudden pain.

His movement ceased. The blade now pressing dangerously close into your skin but not leaving another mark.

“So she is ready to speak,” Reiji commented. 

“I-it’s a dagger…” You began. 

“And what were you planning with such a dainty little dagger, hmmm?” He inquired. 

“I-I was planning on killing you…” You choked out with fear. 

Uncertainty painted your features. You did not know what he was planning on doing, or how much longer you even had to live. 

“Planning to kill me with such a pathetic excuse for a weapon? Did you truly think you could just walk in and I would gladly hand you my life? I suppose I couldn’t expect more from a glorified altar girl.” The King remarked. 

“Al-Altar girl? How did you kn-” You began with deepening confusion. 

“Do you believe you were the only one to have made an attempt on my life? There have been very many. Just none as foolish as you.” Reiji responded.

“Even if y-you kill me now… The Church will come looking. They will hunt you down. And even if I can’t kill you, they will.” Your voice shook. 

Your confidence had long worn off, just like the pheromones sprayed onto your skin. It had tricked the other vampire inhabitants, but you were sure that Reiji had known all along. You had played into his hands. And it could not have been easier for him. 

“Then I will gladly welcome them. With the same fate as all of the others.” He stated in response. 

“You underestimate them. They will have your head. My death will only be the beginning,” You spat. 

“If I underestimate them so greatly… Then why don’t I allow you to show me your skill, hmmm? You are the best hunter they have to offer, are you not?” He taunted before placing the dagger on the velvety duvet. 

Suddenly, the bindings around your wrists loosened. You hastily pulled them free from the knotted loops. Your hand grasped at the cold handle of the dagger. Shakily at first, you arose to your feet. The dark material of your gown swayed as you stepped towards the man. He towered over you still. The harsh metal of the hilt shook in your nervous hold. 

If you were fast enough… you could run. Out of the door, all the way home. But you were sure that the door was locked. And there was no guarantee that you would ever be able to run fast enough. Decisions bogged your fragile mind. But as a member of the church… as a vampire hunter, you knew that none of your fellow followers ran from their fight. Even the ones who fell before the King. If you would die by him either way, you would rather it be like this. Because at least this way, your death would not be a dishonor. 

You padded towards him, now barren feet on the polished hardwood surface of the floors. He stood still. An amused smirk painted on his features. Eyes clearly entertained from behind silver spectacles. Your hand shook, you willed your body to stand taller. You would not show him any more fear. You would not be weak. 

“Well… Are you going to continue shaking like a pitiful lamb or are you going to show me why exactly I should be afraid of the Church? Since you wanted to kill me so very badly, now you have your opportunity, Dear.” Reiji mocked. 

His very presence caused your stomach to churn. His ego, his air of confidence, everything about him made you utterly sick. You longed to bury your blade deep into his heart. And to watch as the light faded from his eyes. 

“What unladylike thoughts you have, Dear. Maybe instead of a hunter, the Church sent me a little sacrifice instead… A pathetic, weak little thing like yourself could never even dream of killing someone like me,” He chuckled, tone still dripping with insult.

Anger flooded every sense in your body. It boiled with a ferocity you had never felt before. It clawed at your nerves, begging you to take action.

You obliged.

Surging forward, you aimed the blade to his heart, fueled by burning hatred. 

But instead of the soft squelch of flesh being plunged into, you felt nothing. 

A moment of sheer tranquility. Stillness. Before you were thrown backwards with unimaginable force. Such a force you had never felt before. Your back collided with a wall. The dagger, flung from your hands, skidding to an unknown portion of the room. 

The breath was sucked from your very lungs. You gasped harshly as your body thudded onto the flooring beneath you. Every muscle burned. Your bones felt fragile, as if they were about to snap at any moment. You coughed in desperation, struggling to bring air to your aching lungs. 

Through your haze you could hear a dark chuckle. Mocking in tone, almost inhuman. Reiji strode carelessly past your struggling body on the floor. He walked to one of the arching windows of the room and began to pour himself a strange dark liquid from a pot. One you could only guess was tea. He swirled the dark liquid in the porcelain tea cup before taking a deliberate sip, eyes still locked to your weakened state on the floor. He sat himself atop a plush armchair, one of the few that decorated the sprawling room. 

“Crawl,” He demanded, taking another slow sip from his cup.

“W-what?” You choked, still gasping for precious air. 

“Crawl. To. Me.” He ordered once more.

Your head blurred with confusion. Why did he want you to do this? It was pointless if he was only going to kill you in the end. But wordlessly you obliged his ridiculous request. You could not bear another impact like the one he had bestowed upon you. On your hands and knees, you crawled. Making your way to his sitting form. Your muscles begging for pause, but you did not listen. Only continuing your slow crawl to where The King sat. You paused at his feet. Taking a kneeling position you raised your head. Hoping to meet satisfied eyes. 

But instead a force shoved your head to the ground. It was his shoe. Firmly planted against your skull, now pressed harshly against the cold hardwood floor. You gasped in pain.

“Have you learned any manners? It is incredibly disrespectful to make eye contact so expectantly with those who are higher than you.” Reiji stated matter of factly. “I would’ve thought that manners would be at least one thing a pathetic woman like yourself was capable of. But I suppose not.”

The bottom of his shoe applied further pressure before removing itself from your head entirely. You heard the sound of liquid spilling onto the floor. You searched for its source, spotting a familiar darkened liquid pooling in front of you. 

“How careless of me,” Reiji spoke, “Because of your incontinence I spilled some of my precious tea.” 

You stared wordlessly at the tea that puddled onto the wooden floor.

“Are you going to stare at it? Or will you begin asking me for forgiveness?” He questioned you.

“F-forgiveness,” you quietly answered him, eyes remaining glued to the floor. 

“A very wise decision,” Reiji noted. “Well then, clean it up.” 

You glanced around the room, not spotting a rag or any sort of material to wipe the spilled tea with. 

“But… There is no rag or anything to wi-” you began.

“Then use your tongue.” He stated.

“M-my tongue?” you asked, voice heavy with shock.

“Yes. Is there a problem with that?” Reiji asked.

“No there isn’t.” you replied complacent.

You lowered your body to the floor, tongue pressing against the floor as you felt the spilled tea against it. It had long been cooled by the floor. It tasted strong, yet slightly sweetened. A bold flavor enhanced by floral notes. It pooled onto your tongue as you lapped at the liquid. 

“Perhaps I found another use for that filthy little mouth of yours, Pet.” He spat out the humiliating nickname to you. 

You continued to rid the floor of the spillage until no more remained. You raised yourself back to a kneeling position, keeping your head lowered. You had no desire to look him in the eyes if given the choice anyways. You did not wish to see the satisfaction painted on his features from your humiliation. 

“Now then. What to do with you.” The King pondered.

“A-are you going to kill me now?” Your voice shook in fear. 

“Oh Dear, do you want me to?” He asked amusedly.

“A-Anything is better than being humiliated like this!” you sniffled. 

“So you do wish for death then. While I’m at it, why don’t I just destroy your precious little Church as well.” Reiji responded.

“No! Do-don’t do that!” You begged.

“And why not? You wouldn’t be alive to see the Church in flames would you? Or hear the pathetic screams of your little sister, or that bastard you call a father?” He retorted.

“H-How did you know I had a sister,” you asked in confusion.

“You underestimate my knowledge, Pet. Oh how I will have such great fun destroying every last chapel that bears allegiance to those pesky little hunters.” He resounded, deep voice echoing from the walls. 

“No! Please! Don’t hurt them!” You cried out. 

“Say it again,” He commanded.

“Please… Please don’t kill them, or hurt them. I-I’m sorry for what I did but please don’t do anything to them.” you said tears now escaping your pleading eyes. They rolled down your cheeks. 

You could not bear even the thought of your father, sister, or any member of your Church being brutally tortured by this vile demon.

“Your begging is the only good thing to come out of that mouth all night,” Reiji commented.

He was sick. Evil. Twisted. You did not want to face this shame yet you could not put your very family at risk. They meant too much to you. They loved you. You could not subject them to such a dark fate. 

“And what would you do to keep them safe, Pet?” He asked you, tearing you away from your desperate thoughts.

“I would do anything!” you pleaded. 

“Anything?” He asked.

“Y-yes! Anything and everything!” Tears pooled from your eyes.

“Think about what you are offering me, Pet. Is a few mortal lives truly worth an eternity of suffering?” The King raised yet another question.

“Yes it.. It is. I just don’t want them to get hurt,” you continued to plead. 

“Very well.” Reiji said. “On your feet, mortal.”

You obediently rose to your feet, shakily. Your gown, now stained with tea, clung to your scared body. 

“Unzip your dress.” He ordered.

“W-what?” you asked hesitantly. 

“Do not make me repeat myself.” Rigidity stiffened his deep voice.

You reached to the back of your dress. Fiddling for the cold dainty zipper until your fingers clasped at it. You shakily pulled it down, feeling the dress slide down your body and pool at your feet. Dark crimson on the floor, the color of spilled blood. Yet thankfully the floor remained barren of your blood. The dress on the floor, a reminder of your life, balancing in the hands of a sadistic king. 

He continued to stare expectantly. And so you began to remove the undergarments you wore under your gown. With your bra unclasped, garters unclipped, and panties discarded, you now stood before The King. Completely and utterly exposed. You felt the need to cover your nude body from his gaze. But you knew he would not allow such an action. You awaited his next order, shame flooding your emotions. 

“Now… I want you on that bed, hands and knees. Present yourself to me, Pet.” Reiji instructed, his current emotions remained unreadable to you. 

You nodded your head and carefully made your way to the bed in which you had awoken on. Climbing onto the soft mattress, the bed frame creaked slightly in protest. You lowered your front, ass now in the air, presented fully to him. You were ashamed. Humiliated. With your face hidden against the soft, velvety sheets you were glad he could not see the burning embarrassment plastered to your face. However, he was most likely more than aware of your shame. He enjoyed it.

You heard the floorboards creak as he walked to the front of the bed. You were thankful for the covers burying your face. You did not want to see his reaction. You knew he was enjoying every second of this sick humiliation. 

Without warning, Reiji brought his large hand to your core, cupping it gently.

“N..no!” you whined. You attempted to pull yourself away but he kept his hand firmly against your heat. “P-please not that.”

“Humans are pathetic little creatures.” He said. “They say things with such ease… and then change their minds immediately after. Truly such fickle creatures.”

You felt the weight of another body on your backside. You whimpered. 

Was this truly worth their safety? A promise you did not know if he would even fulfill. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something long, and hard pressing against your clothed cunt. He was getting off on your humiliated state. You heard the movement of material behind you. You did not wish to look, you couldn’t. 

“Now remember, Pet. You asked for this,” He spoke, voice now much closer to you. “You begged me for this.”

“N-no! I didn’t ask- I mean I… I didn’t think-” you sobbed, tears soaking the reddish sheets of the bed that your face pressed against. 

“No. No you didn’t think, did you?” He mocked. “As much as you do so deserve it, I do not wish to tear you in half, though quite an appealing thought. I shall offer you some assistance. Take it with pride, I do not have to offer such a kindness to someone as pathetic as you.”

You were confused at his words until you felt a single digit being pushed into your cunt. You whined against the sheets, hands twisting in the material dampened from your tears. He slid his lengthy finger in and out of your cunt, pushing further each time. You stifled your whines, not wanting to give this monster the satisfaction of hearing you. He added a second finger. Stretching you slightly around his digits. His thumb pressed against your clit. Circling the bundle of nerves with precision. Still you held your whimpers, you did not want to show him even the slightest ounce of your pleasure. You were disgusted at the fact that you were enjoying this.

He increased his pace, pushing his fingers faster in and out of your slickened folds. 

“Don’t stifle your noises. No one can hear you. And even if they could, who do you think would help you, hmm?” Reiji said.

“No-no one,” you choked out.

“Exactly,” He chuckled. “No one would help such a pathetic little Pet. You should be honored that I’ve found another use for you.” 

He quickened his actions further. You could feel your orgasm building deep within your core. A tightening feeling, taking over every last rational thought your brain had left to offer. 

“Would you like to know what your new purpose is, Pet?” He asked you.

You whined in response, sparks of pleasure shooting from your dampened core. The unbearable sound of squelching filled the space around you. 

“Your new purpose is to be my little slave. To serve your new God.” He laughed deeply.

“I-I’m not your slave!” you cried out.

“Then why are you so close then? Such a desperate little whore.” He degraded.

A small moan escaped from your lips. You didn’t want this. You didn’t. But as the pleasure became so unbearable you became unsure. You felt yourself clench down on Reiji’s slender fingers. Your orgasm overtook your shaking body, ripples of pleasure coursed through you. You cried out from the aching pleasure. 

His fingers were then replaced by something much larger. Your eyes widened with shock as he began to push his hardened tip against your entrance. You buried your face further into the bedding, stifling a sharp scream from your lungs. He pushed himself further into you. The stretch was unbearable. Even with his preparation you felt as if you were going to split in half around the girth of his cock. Through desperate pleas, Reiji’s actions did not falter. He pushed himself further and further until you were sure that you couldn’t take any more. When his pubic bone pressed against the soft flesh of your ass, you knew that he had fully bottomed out within you. 

He began slowly, experimentally thrusting into your tight heat. You cried out, balling your fists into the sheets once more. You felt as if you would never get used to his size. There would never be enough time to adjust to his size. You could only pray that it would be over soon. That this would all end. 

You couldn’t help but tense as his thrusts grew in strength. You could feel every inch, every ridge of his cock as he slid himself in and out of your throbbing cunt. His head dragged against your g-spot making you buck your hips back against him. You did not want this to feel as good as it did. But you couldn’t resist as the searing pain from being stretched to your very limit began to turn to sheer ecstasy. 

Reiji could just devour you whole, listening to your begging whines and pleads as your cunt swallowed his cock deliciously. He let out his own unashamed grunt at the sight of your little hole stretched around him. He watched as he continued to sink himself in and out of you, over and over again. 

“You belong to me, isn’t that right?” Reiji asked, his question punctuated by sharp thrust.

“Y-yes!” You cried out, voice slightly muffled by the sheets.

A strong hand embedded itself within your hair pulling upwards, forcing your head back.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear that Pet,” He grunted.

“Yes! I belong to you!” You admitted. 

You just wanted this torment to be over, but the way he was reaching even the deepest places within you had you savoring every second. 

“And what am I to you?” He demanded, increasing his pace.

“You’re my M…Master!” You practically shouted. You could feel yourself growing ever closer by the second. The way his length massaged your cunt at every thrust.

“That’s exactly right my little Pet. Just an obedient little fucktoy for her Master,” He praised. “So here’s what’s going to happen… I’m going to use this pathetic little hole whenever I want… And you are going to allow me to do so.”

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the room. The lewd sound almost lost as you let out a scream of protest. 

“No! You sai-” Your cries were cut off

“Then say goodbye to your family and Church,” Reiji grunted.

You did not want to endure this another time. Just once was enough. 

He pressed his upper body against your back, never slowing his movements. 

“Those are my terms, Pet. There will be no negotiating. You lost that opportunity the second you decided to use that little dagger on me.” Reiji’s voice whispered against your ear. 

Chills were sent down your spine at his words. You knew you had made an irrefutable error by coming here, made worse by your foolish assisnation plan, but you could not endure an eternity of being owned by Reiji. But for the sake of your loved ones you did not have a choice in this. Your well-being was minuscule compared to their lives. 

“You will either be my little fucktoy for eternity, or I will slaughter all of them and make you watch. Is that clear?” Reiji’s voice was still a harsh whisper in your ear.

“Y-yes Master!” Your words left your throat as a cry. 

You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this. You felt your walls fluttering around his cock. With a desperate plea you felt yourself reach orgasm, your walls tightened around him. Reiji’s thrusts only increased in intensity as he began to reach his own high. Your aching walls milked his cock as he filled your womb with thick ropes of cum. You felt even fuller than before.

Reiji remained panting above you as he withdrew his softening cock from within you. His seed dripped from your abused hole onto the already sullied sheets below. Your shaking body collapsed, unable to hold yourself on your hands and knees and longer. Tears still leaked from your eyes, your vision was blurry and clouded. 

“I’m very glad we could come to an agreement, Pet.” Reiji mused.

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Those were the last words you heard when you awoke again. Except you were not in that room. Nor were you in Eden. 

Instead you lay in your own bed. The sheets pulled snug around your body. You would never mention the price of your family’s lives to them. Nor would this ever be spoken to the Church. They were only relieved that you had returned unscathed. They would remain blissfully unaware of the heavy burden that lay upon your shoulders. 

All you knew for certain was the fear that overtook you in the midnight hours. How your blood ran cold before you tried to close your eyes to go to sleep. Because you knew. You knew when you heard your name echoed in a midnight breeze, that The King had summoned you.

The chiming of the bell signaled the end of another school day. Hastily scooping your textbooks and stray papers from your desk, you made your way into the bustling hallway. Fellow students filled the cluttered hallway, obviously eager to be heading home. You leaned against a row of towering lockers, waiting for Reiji. He always collects you from your last class before heading out to the limousine. Many groups of students passed by, their eyes seeming to lock onto yours. You shifted uncomfortably, anxiety welling in the pit of your stomach. 

A familiar voice snapped you from your trance, “Uhhh… Hi. Are you uhh waiting for someone or are you busy right now maybe?” 

You turned your head to the voice. It was the boy from your English class. He stood leaning against the lockers as well. His hands tugged nervously at the sleeves of his uniform coat. 

“Yeah I am waiting for someone, but I have time to talk,” you responded in your usual sweet tone. 

You did not know him very well other than quick exchanges of hello or the occasional borrowing of a pencil. But regardless, you were not opposed to a harmless conversation. 

“I… I know we haven’t spoken much..” He began. “But I was wondering if you were busy after school tonight. A new cafe just opened and I think-” 

“She is busy tonight.” A sharp voice interjected. 

Reiji now stood in front of the two of you, his features painted unusually calm for his venomous tone. You quickly looked away from the boy and pretended to be adjusting your skirt. Anything to occupy your attention away from the current situation. 

“Oh.. I didn’t realize..” Your classmate looked to you once more. “But maybe we can catch up in class or something tomorrow.” 

He nervously hurried away, the sound of his shuffling steps getting lost amongst the sea of students. 

“Reiji… I-” You started. 

“I do not want to hear it. Come along. We will discuss your punishment in the car.” Reiji spoke, his face never once betraying his seething rage, or the jealousy that pooled under his seemingly perfect facade.

“My punishment? But I was just-” You began to argue.

A sharp glance stopped your words as they fell from your mouth. Showing just a sliver of the rage he was feeling. You knew better than to continue speaking, lest your punishment ends up far worse because of it. 

Wordlessly, he reached for your hand. His hold tightening, leading you to the extravagant entry doors. To the untrained eye, you two looked to be a cute couple making your way out of the school. But the harsh grip Reiji held on your hand said otherwise. 

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The car ride to the manor was agonizingly slow. Every minute seemingly stretched onwards despite the rather boisterous conversation surrounding you. Laito and Ayato seemed to be discussing something loudly as Kanato made his own conversation with Teddy. However, the stare that Reiji’s magenta eyes held on you were seemingly much louder than any spoken word in the car. His eyes betrayed nothing, only trained on you as you pretended not to notice. He was most certainly angry. You knew you shouldn’t have entertained your classmates' discussion, yet all he wanted was to talk. You knew that. So why couldn’t Reiji also see that? 

Reiji’s icy stare tore itself away from you as the limousine pulled up to the gated entry way of the manor. Everyone shuffled out of the car until it emptied. Reiji stared down at you. His gaze only grew in intimidation as he now stood towering over you. 

“There is a gift waiting for you in your bedroom. Come to my study wearing it in 15 minutes. And do not be late.” Reiji said, emphasizing the do not in his statement. 

As a man of punctuality, you knew what would occur if you were even a second tardy. Yet uncertainty was quickly blossoming within you from his statement. 

“Yes,” you responded. 

As he appeared to be seemingly content with your compliance, you made your way upstairs to your bedroom. Your ticking time limit held no room for dawdling. 

You spotted the gift Reiji had been speaking of. A black box lay on your bed. A white bow elegantly adorning the sleek box. How it had gotten here or even who had even placed it upon your bed was unknown. But you knew better than to disobey right now. Carefully removing the lid, the contents were revealed to your curious gaze.

 A uniform fit for a maid. Pristinely folded. Accompanied by accessories which were also carefully placed on top. You took a minute to gather what you were seeing. It wasn’t unusual for you to clean Reiji’s room. In fact, dusting, vacuuming, and polishing his silverware was expected of you. But never have you had to wear this. It was lowly. Humiliating. You were his lover, not his servant. Yet you could hardly imagine the punishment if you did not wear his “gift” as he called it. 

Staring at yourself in the mirror, wearing the uniform was punishment enough in your eyes. However, It was a perfect fit, the dress matching your exact measurements. But no matter how comfortable the material, nor how good it looked, the purpose behind it tore the beauty away from you. It was utterly humiliating. 

No maid wears a skirt this short, you thought. The hem of the skirt was rather high for your liking. Clearly showing off the pair of matching thigh highs which had accompanied the dress in the box. 

However, time was running out. And your fifteen minute grace period was quickly diminishing. The possibility of the other Sakamakis seeing you in such a humiliating outfit crossed your mind, but you pushed it away as you hurried to Reiji’s study. The clack of your heels sounding across the hard wooden flooring.

Your delicate knocks reverberated off of the heavy door to Reiji’s office. 

“Come in,” Reiji’s voice was heard from the other side. 

Carefully you opened the door with unsteady hands. Palms already beginning to sweat even before entering. You stepped into the room fully, softly shutting the door behind you. Reiji sat at his desk, flipping through a sizable pile of documents. He stopped his actions to look up at you slowly.

“You’re 10 seconds tardy,” His low voice rumbled before setting the papers down onto the desk. 

“I apologize Master,” you responded, your head lowered, not wanting to gaze into his eyes. 

You were sure you would be met with anger or disappointment if you chose to look at him. 

“Well?” Reiji asked. “I’m sure you know that I did not invite you for your scintillating conversation.”

“What would you like me to do, Master?” You asked quietly.

‘I did not take you to be this dense,” His words dripped with venom. “What do maids do?”

“W-well they clean things…” You hesitated. 

“Then you have your answer. It has been quite some time since my bookshelves received the attention they deserve,” Reiji motioned towards the towering shelves walling the office as he spoke. 

Wordlessly you obeyed, picking up one of the few rags that were neatly folded upon the shelf. You began, carefully lifting a few books at a time off of the shelf to swipe the dust away onto the rag. You could feel Reiji’s gaze burning into your back, traveling over your body. You could practically taste the smug satisfaction washing off of him. He knew you were humiliated by this. In fact, he enjoyed it. 

The frequent scribbles onto documents slowed. He could not help but notice the way the skirt of your dress swayed, the material hugging every inch of your waist, and the lace thigh highs which squeezed the supple flesh of your thighs, causing just a little to spill over the side. His pants grew tighter at the sight before him. But he ignored it. Simply choosing to occupy his mind with the work at hand. 

Shelf after shelf, you began to grow bored. Was this all your punishment was? To clean dusty bookshelves until Reiji was satisfied? A punishment all for what? You did not think having a simple conversation with a classmate was enough to warrant such a mundane punishment. 

A book crashed to the floor, slipping through your hold. The sharp thudding sound of the spine hitting the floor snapped you from your trance. Reiji turned his head towards the noise, but before he could scold you for your carelessness, an idea popped into your head. 

You bent over slowly, reaching down for the fallen book. You knew the skirt of the dress was far too short to cover anything. You knew exactly what you were doing as you took your time lifting the book from the floor. You knew Reiji was watching. Self satisfaction pooled its way into you as you turned around, catching a glimpse of his slightly shocked expression. 

Reiji briskly pushed his glasses up, the rouge tone which painted his features quickly faded as he regained his composure. 

“That will be quite enough.” Reiji said.

His chair was pushed back against the floor, the legs leaving a screech in its wake. He stood quickly. In a few quick strides he stood at the front of his desk. Silently, he motioned you over. Fingers beckoning you to his current position. Fear crept into your senses. You approached him cautiously. 

Abruptly, his gloved hand carded itself into your hair, pushing you forcefully downwards. Your chest collided with the top of the desk you were now bent over, the impact almost causing you to lose your breath. 

“Do you take me for a fool? Or do you think this is just a silly little game, Y/n?” He spat out, his voice seething with anger. 

“N-Neither,” you choked out. 

“Then perhaps you don’t quite understand the severity of the situation. Allow me to make it known to you,” Reiji began. “Now… How many seconds exactly were you late?”

“I was ten seconds late Master,” You answered.

You were unsure of his next move until you felt the hem of the maid dress being pulled even further upwards, exposing your underwear. But you knew that the dress did nothing to cover you anyways. 

“Ten seconds,” Reiji repeated. “Then ten is exactly the number you will count to.”

“Master! W-wait!” Your sudden cry rang out but you were quickly silenced by the first harsh smack to the flesh of your ass. 

“One!” You cried.

The harsh slap left a burning sting where it hit. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he continued his cruel punishment. At each strike, you choked out another number. Wishing that you could just be at ten already. Oh how you hoped it would be soon over, so that Reiji would not be able to see the stain beginning to form on your panties. Wetness pooling at your core from his merciless slaps to your ass. Your face heated in embarrassment. He probably couldn’t tell, right? 

But he undoubtedly could tell. Because the final harsh strikes never came. Instead, a deep chuckle reverberated in his chest. 

“Are you… enjoying this?” Reiji asked, words laced with mockery.

“N-no! Of course not!” You responded to his accusation.

But it was a lie. A poorly spoken lie. You just hoped it would be enough to persuade Reiji into believing you. 

“You’re not? So… If I were to check…” He said, clearly seeing through your poorly crafted lie. 

You could sense the cruel smile on Reiji’s face without even needing to see it. His slender fingers brushed against the reddened skin of your ass. Slowly, carefully, he trailed them further, brushing against your covered sex. His gentle fingers began to increase their pressure as they reached your sensitive bud, covered only from his direct touch by a thin layer of material. You couldn’t help but let out a small squeak at the contact. One you wished he didn’t hear. 

“What an interesting turn of events,” Reiji chuckled. “Perhaps I chose the wrong punishment for you, Y/n.”

Your panties were harshly ripped away from your dripping core. He returned his hand to your aching clit. He began his ministrations painfully slow. Circling your clit with such precision, you covered your mouth with your hand to stop the moans of pleasure from spilling from your mouth.  

“Please…” You managed to gasp between moans of ecstasy. 

“Please, what?” Reiji asked you.

“P-please more, Master!” you whined. You ached for more of Reiji’s touch, the feeling in your core growing too strong to ignore. 

“More? Is this not enough for you?” He inquired, quickening the pace of his fingers circling around your clit. 

You shook your head, the pressure between your legs growing. Whimpers now freely pooled from your mouth 

“What a greedy girl. It’s pathetic really.” He laughed. 

You pushed yourself back on his hand shamelessly. Suddenly, his actions stopped. And his hand withdrew itself entirely. You whimpered from the sudden lack of contact.

“It's pathetic for you to think you deserve even an ounce of pleasure from me.” He said. “Unless you’ve forgotten why I called you here in the first place, Dear.” 

“B…But Master Please!” Your voice came out in a whimper, still aching from the lack of contact. 

“Silence!” Reiji demanded. 

You could feel his magenta eyes drinking in your shaking form, bent over his desk. 

“Would you just let anyone see you like this? Hmmm?” Reiji asked you, jealousy seeping through his words. 

You could tell that he was still very much angry. Perhaps even more than when this punishment had begun. 

“No. Only you get to see me like this Master,” You promised him. 

“Really? Not even that boy from your English class? Because I’m sure he would be dying to see you in this state,” He mocked with heavy accusation.

“What?” You asked, shocked at his words. “He’s just an acquaintance of mine! He means absolutely nothing to me!” You reasoned desperately. 

Was he truly this jealous over a classmate? 

You felt the shifting of material behind your shaking body. A weight pressed itself against your back. Reiji had leaned over you, keeping you firmly pinned to the desk. 

You felt hot breath tickle your ear, goosebumps littered your neck as he spoke, “It seems you haven’t quite grasped your lesson. You belong to only me.” Reiji’s voice was nothing but a low growl as he sheathed his length into your sopping core. 

Your hand covered your mouth once more to avoid the harsh shriek pulling itself from your lungs. The burning stretch of Reiji’s hardened length pushing its way into you was almost too much. The hand covering your mouth was pulled away along with the other which was gripping harshly onto the desk. His strong grip pulled both of your arms firmly behind your back. All of your weight was now pressed against his desk as he began cruelly thrusting into you. 

“We can't have you covering those sweet noises, now can we?” Reiji’s voice came out as a harsh whisper against your ear. 

The desk groaned in protest at every snap of his hips against you. The room quickly filled with the lewd sound of skin slapping skin. You whined under him, the sensation of his cock dragging against your walls causing your legs to go weak from under you. You were grateful for the desk at this moment, the only thing keeping you from falling. You paid no mind to the dull ache in your pinned arms. The sheer pleasure he was giving you overrode any conscious thought which crossed your mind.  

“M-Master Please!” You wailed.

You were unsure of what you were even asking him for. To continue to stop? You did not even know anymore. The only thing you could focus on was the building knot in your lower stomach, threatening to pull you over the edge. 

“Would you like to cum?” Reiji asked you, his deepened, velvety voice filling your senses drawing you even closer to the inevitable. 

“Yes! Yes please Master! I… I can’t hold it back,” You whimpered, attempting to push yourself back onto Reiji’s length. 

He let out a deep exhale, feeling you tighten around him. Your response seemed to have awakened even more of Reiji’s sadism. With his free hand, he tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling firmly. Your head was craned upwards. A choked sob of pleasure echoed throughout the room. 

“Then cum,” Reiji ordered.

Just as you felt yourself beginning to come undone, a sharp piercing pain blossomed from your delicate neck. Reiji’s curved, pointed fangs sunk deep into the soft flesh of your neck. Burying themselves firmly. Immediately you felt your release come. With quivering legs the knot in your stomach snapped, causing you to cry out. Your vision went white, sheer pleasure mixed with the stinging pain of his bite combined as one. Reiji eagerly lapped at the thickened crimson liquid which pooled from the bite. Taking in your blood as if it was the last time he would ever get to consume it. 

However, his deep thrusts did not cease. Instead, they grew in strength. Your body shook, quickly becoming overstimulated. You turned your head, as much as your pinned state would allow you. Just to catch a glimpse of his face. Your own was mixed with pain and confusion. He only stared back at you, face adorned with a cruel grin. 

“It seems that you forgot this was your punishment, sweetheart.”