Chapter 2: The Morning After
The first thing I registered was the ache.
Not a sharp pain, but a deep, resonant soreness that seemed to radiate from somewhere central in my body and spread outward through my hips, my thighs, the base of my spine. It was the kind of ache that announced itself with every small movement, every shift of muscle against sheet. I groaned before I even opened my eyes, the sound swallowed by the soft morning light filtering through the sheer curtains.
Bangkok was already awake outside. I could hear the distant rumble of traffic on Sukhumvit Road, the rhythmic clang of a temple bell from somewhere in the alley, the muffled chatter of neighbors beginning their day. The air was thick and warm, carrying the scent of jasmine from the plant on the balcony, mingling with something more intimate—the lingering trace of sandalwood incense, the faint musk of last night's exertions.
I opened my eyes to the ceiling mirror.
There I was, sprawled across the teak bed like I'd been dropped from a great height. My hair was a disaster, sticking up in directions that defied physics. My chest was marked with a constellation of red marks—love bites, scratches, impressions of Rei's teeth. The sheets were tangled around my legs, exposing a pale expanse of thigh, and when I shifted, I felt the unmistakable slickness of dried come between my cheeks.
The memory hit me like a wave.
The kitchen counter. The way Rei had gripped my hips. The sounds I'd made—sounds I hadn't known I was capable of making.
"Morning, beautiful."
I turned my head. Rei was propped up on one elbow beside me, naked as the day he was born, watching me with those dark, knowing eyes. He looked disgustingly well-rested. His skin was golden in the morning light, his hair still damp from a shower he must have taken while I was unconscious, and he was smiling at me like I was the best thing he'd ever seen.
"Fuck off," I croaked. "It's too early for your face."
"It's nearly noon." He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. His touch was gentle, almost reverent. "You slept hard. You were out cold when I got up."
"I was exhausted. Someone kept me up all night."
"Someone loved every second of it."
I couldn't argue with that. My body was a testament to it—the soreness, the marks, the deep, satisfied hum that lingered in my bloodstream like the afterglow of a particularly good meal. I'd never felt this way after sex before. Used, yes. Wrung out, occasionally. But never this... claimed. Like Rei had reached into me and rearranged something fundamental.
"Come here," Rei said, tugging at my arm.
"I need to pee."
"After."
"Rei—"
"Just come here."
He pulled me toward him, and I went, too tired to resist. My head found the hollow of his shoulder, my nose pressed against the warm skin of his neck. He smelled like soap and something underneath, something that was just him. His hand settled on my lower back, tracing lazy circles over my skin.
"You're sore," he said. It wasn't a question.
"Obviously."
"Good."
I lifted my head to glare at him. "You're enjoying this."
"Immensely." His grin was unrepentant. "Want me to get you some breakfast? I can run down to the market, grab some khao tom. That should help."
"God, yes. I'm starving."
"I'll be right back." He kissed my forehead and started to rise.
But his hand lingered on my hip. And then—almost casually, like an afterthought—it drifted lower. Over the curve of my ass. Between my thighs.
"Rei," I warned.
"Just checking." His fingers found my entrance, still loose from the night before, still slick with the remnants of his come. He pressed gently, just the tip of his finger, and I gasped.
"Fuck—"
"You're still open," he murmured. "Still wet. Like you've been waiting for me."
"We didn't—you came inside me twice—"
"I know." His finger pushed deeper, and I arched into the sensation despite myself. "But I've been thinking about it all morning. Watching you sleep, all those marks on you, knowing I put them there—it got me hard again."
I could feel it against his thigh. Thick, insistent, pressing against my hip. Rei wasn't one to exaggerate. His cock was already leaking, the head slick against my skin.
"I need to pee," I protested weakly.
"That's fine." He withdrew his finger, and I almost whimpered at the loss. "We'll go to the bathroom together."
"That's not what I—"
But he was already hauling me out of bed, his arm around my waist, guiding me toward the en-suite. My legs were shaky, my ass aching with every step, and the bathroom mirror showed me my own wrecked reflection—flushed cheeks, hooded eyes, Reese's marks scattered across my shoulders like a map of his desire.
"Look at you," Rei said from behind me, his voice low and hot against my ear. "Look at what I did to you."
I looked. And I couldn't deny the surge of heat that went through me at the sight.
He pressed me against the vanity, my palms flat on the cool marble, my ass exposed to him in the mirror. His hands found my hips, fingers digging into the bruised skin, and I felt the head of his cock nudge against my entrance.
"Rei—"
"Shh. I've got you."
He pushed in, and I cried out. My body was still tender from the night before, still raw and open, and the sensation of being filled again was almost more than I could bear. But Rei moved slowly, savoring each inch, letting me feel every ridge and vein as he seated himself fully inside me.
"Oh, fuck," I gasped. "Oh, fuck, Rei—"
"You feel so good." His voice was strained, a thread of raw need running through it. "So tight and hot. Like your body remembers exactly what to do."
I clenched around him involuntarily, and he groaned, his forehead falling to my shoulder.
"Keep doing that, and this won't last long."
"Good," I managed. "Then do it again."
He moved. Slow, deliberate strokes that dragged against my inner walls. The mirror showed me everything—the way my eyes rolled back, the way my mouth fell open, the way Rei's hips met my ass with a wet, obscene sound. He kept a hand on my hip, steadying me, while the other found its way to my cock, which was already hardening despite my exhaustion.
"Look how responsive you are," Rei whispered. "You're so sensitive like this, baby. Even more than I am. I fuck you and you get hard just from the feeling of me inside you."
"Shut up—"
"Never." He increased his pace, a little faster, a little deeper. "I'm going to make you forget every time you were the one on top. Every time you thought you were in control. You're mine like this, Kan. All mine."
The words did something to me. Something shameful and thrilling and dark. My hips moved on their own, pushing back to meet his thrusts, and I heard myself beg—actually beg.
"Please—please, Rei, more—"
"More?" He slowed, teasing, pulling almost all the way out. "What do you want?"
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Use me—"
The words spilled out of me, filthy and desperate, and Rei's eyes went dark at the sound. He drove into me in one brutal thrust, and I screamed. Not a gasp, not a moan—a full-throated scream that echoed off the bathroom tiles.
"That's it," Rei growled. "Let everyone hear. Let the whole damn city know who you belong to."
His pace became relentless. Each thrust sent shockwaves through my body, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur. The mirror was my witness—Rei's face contorted with pleasure, my own expression wild and abandoned, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was ancient and primal and perfect.
"I'm close," Rei said, voice ragged. "Kan, I'm going to—"
"Inside," I begged. "Please, I want to feel it again. Want you to fill me up—"
He came with a groaning cry, his hips shuddering against me as he spilled inside me. The sensation was so intimate, so obscene, that I came too—my cock pulsing in his hand, painting the vanity mirror with streaks of white. My knees gave out, and I would have collapsed if Rei hadn't caught me, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me upright.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. The only sounds were our ragged breathing and the drip of the faucet, which Rei must have left running. My reflection stared back at me, glassy-eyed and flushed, come dripping down the glass in slow, sticky rivulets.
"Fuck," I whispered. "Fuck, Rei."
"That good?"
"That good." I turned in his arms, careful not to dislodge his soft cock from inside me—though I felt it slip out anyway, releasing a trickle of his come down my thigh. "But I really need to pee now."
He laughed, pressing a kiss to my sweaty forehead. "Get in the shower. I'll make you food."
"Don't forget the chicken."
"Kan, that was last night."
"I'm still hungry."
He shook his head, but he was smiling as he stepped out of the bathroom. I heard him padding toward the kitchen, heard the opening of the fridge, the clatter of pots. I turned to face the mirror, taking in my own reflection.
The marks on my shoulders. The sheen of sweat on my skin. The come drying on my thighs, a testament to what we'd done. And I realized, with a start, that I wasn't embarrassed by it.
I was proud.
I was something to be claimed, to be used, to be filled. And that was okay.
The shower was warm, the pressure stinging pleasantly against my sore muscles. I washed myself slowly, methodically, savoring the feeling of his come washing down the drain. When I emerged, wrapped in a towel, the apartment smelled like garlic and ginger.
Rei was at the stove, stirring a wok with practiced ease. He was wearing a pair of loose shorts now, but his back was still bare, and I could see the scratches I'd left on his shoulders—deep red welts that shone angrily against his golden skin.
"Look at that," I said, padding up behind him. "Domestic."
"Shut up." But he was smiling. "Sit down. It's almost done."
I slid onto a stool at the kitchen counter, watching him cook. The morning light streamed through the window, illuminating the steam that rose from the wok. It was so mundane, so normal, this quiet domesticity after the raw, wordless intensity of the night before.
"Rei," I said.
"Mm?"
"What happens now?"
He didn't answer immediately. He turned off the stove, ladled the food into two bowls, and set one in front of me. Then he leaned across the counter, his hands bracketing mine, his face close enough that I could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes.
"What do you want to happen?"
The question hit me somewhere deep and unexpected. I thought about it. Really thought about it. The night before had been a breakthrough—a door opened between us that I couldn't close even if I wanted to. And I didn't want to.
"I want to keep exploring this," I said slowly, the words careful and deliberate. "This thing between us. These things you do to me. I want to find out how far it can go."
Rei's smile was slow, warm, like honey spreading over toast.
"That's what I want too." He kissed me, soft and sweet. "Eat your breakfast, Kan."
I did. And as I ate, I thought about all the places we could go from here. All the things we could try. The ceiling mirror had a new layer of meaning now—a witness to all the ways I could be taken apart and put back together.
Over breakfast, the world continued outside. A vendor called out her wares on the street below. A motorcycle backfired. Sunlight crept across the teak floor, deepening from gold to amber.
And I felt a strange, quiet peace settle over me. The kind of peace that comes from surrendering to something bigger than yourself. Letting go of control and trusting someone else to hold it for you.
I looked at Rei across the table—stubble on his jaw, flour on his cheek from where he'd grabbed a pastry, his eyes warm and soft as they met mine. He was the one. And I was ready to find out what that meant.
"How long do we have?" I asked.
"A few hours before my shift." He glanced at the clock. "Why?"
I was already coming around the counter, already taking his hand. "I want to try something else. Something I've never done before."
His eyebrow rose. "What did you have in mind?"
I leaned in close, my lips brushing his ear, and whispered it.
Rei's eyes went wide. Then dark. Then very, very interested.
"Get the ropes," I said. "They're in the drawer by the bed."
The word hung in the air between us, thick and charged. Rei's fingers tightened around the counter's edge, knuckles whitening as he processed what I'd just whispered into his ear.
"You're serious."
"Dead serious." I held his gaze, refusing to look away. The morning light caught the edge of his jaw, illuminating the faint tremor there. "I trust you. And I want to feel what it's like to not have any control at all."
Rei studied me for a long moment. I could see the wheels turning behind his eyes, the calculations, the possibilities. He had that look—the one he got when he was about to do something he'd been thinking about for a long time.
"Okay," he said finally, voice low. "But we do this my way. Bound, blindfolded, and completely at my mercy. If you want to stop, you say the word. Any word. And I'll cut you loose."
"I know."
"Do you?" He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. "Because once I tie you up, you're mine. I'm going to use that body of yours until I'm satisfied. Until I've had my fill. You understand what that means?"
My mouth went dry. My cock, already stirring from the morning's activities, twitched at his words. "Yeah. I understand."
"Good." He kissed me hard before pulling away. "The drawer. Go get the ropes."
I made my way to the bedroom, my bare feet padding against the cool teak floor. The afternoon sun had shifted, spilling amber light across the carved headboard, setting the ceiling mirror ablaze with reflected gold. I pulled open the drawer, and there they were.
Coils of soft cotton rope. Earthy brown, sturdy, warm to the touch. There was something undeniably intimate about them—the careful way they'd been wound, the loops that spoke of practice and patience. I'd never used them before. Never even considered it.
But now, standing here with the weight of them in my hands, I felt a strange sense of anticipation bloom in my chest.
"Bring them here." Rei's voice came from behind me, and I turned to see him on the bed, naked once more, legs spread, his cock already hard and resting heavily against his thigh. "And come here. Let me look at you."
I walked toward him, the ropes draping from my fingers like prayer beads. He extended a hand and pulled me onto the bed, positioning me in the center. The mattress dipped beneath us, the fabric cool against my knees.
"Lie down," he said. "On your back."
I obeyed. The ceiling mirror captured every detail—my body splayed beneath his, his frame looming over me, the ropes in his hands. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild drumbeat that echoed in my ears.
"Hands above your head." His voice was calm but firm, brooking no argument. "Cross your wrists."
I did. He began wrapping the rope, the cotton coarse against my skin. Each turn bound me tighter, and with each knot, I felt myself slipping deeper into something I couldn't name. When he was done, he tugged the rope to test it, and I felt the strain in my shoulders.
"How's that?" he asked.
"Good. Tight."
"Perfect." He traced a finger down my chest, over the swell of my pectoral, down the ridge of my abs, stopping at the edge of my groin. I shivered under his touch, my hips bucking involuntarily. "You have no idea how I've thought about this. About having you like this. Helpless. At my mercy."
"I think I'm starting to."
"Oh, you don't. Not yet." He produced a strip of black silk from somewhere—I hadn't seen him bring it to bed—and held it up. "Now. Last question. Do you want this too?"
I swallowed. The blindfold was the final surrender. The moment I couldn't see, couldn't anticipate, couldn't control. It was terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure.
"Yeah," I breathed. "Put it on me."
He did. Darkness swallowed me whole.
The world reduced itself to sensation. The rustle of fabric as Rei shifted on the bed. The whisper of air as he moved around me. The lingering heat of his body, always close, never quite touching.
"Count your breaths," he murmured. "Tell me when you hit fifty."
"What happens then?"
"You'll find out."
I began counting. One. Two. Three. The sound of my own breathing was loud in my ears, amplified by the lack of sight. Four. Five. The ropes creaked as I shifted, testing my bonds. Six. Seven. Rei's presence was a phantom, moving around me, and I felt the ghost of his fingers trail down my side.
"Stop flinching," he said.
"I can't help it."
"You can." His hand settled on my hip, firm, grounding. "Trust me. I'll catch you."
I forced my body to still. Relaxed my shoulders. Let the darkness wash over me. Thirty-one. Thirty-two. Thirty-three.
The first touch of his tongue made me gasp.
It was my entrance. He'd gone straight for the place that had been used so thoroughly last night, the place that was still loose, still sensitive. His tongue pressed inside, flat and warm, and I cried out.
"Rei—"
"You're so open," he murmured against my skin, the words buzzing through me. "Still stretched from this morning. Perfect."
He licked me slowly, savoring. The sensation was obscene—this slick intrusion, this intimate worship of the part of me I'd only begun to understand. He circled the rim, pressing deep, retreating, repeating until I was squirming under him, my bound wrists straining.
"That feel good, baby?" he asked, his voice muffled.
"Yes. Fuck, yes."
He worked me open with his tongue, eating me out like I was his last meal. The sounds he made were filthy—wet, sucking noises that echoed in the quiet room. My cock was leaking, aching, desperate for attention, but he ignored it, focusing only on my hole.
"You're going to come like this," he said. "Just from my tongue in your ass. You think you can do that?"
"I—I think so—"
"Don't think. Know." He pressed his face closer, his nose bumping against my perineum, his tongue slithering deeper. "I'm going to make you come. And then I'm going to fuck you. And you're going to thank me for it."
The world narrowed to the wet heat of his mouth. The roughness of his stubble against my inner thighs. The way his hands gripped my hips, holding me open, exposing me completely. The ache in my shoulders from the ropes, the tightness in my chest from the blindfold—all of it faded, subsumed by the overwhelming pleasure of being eaten alive.
"Fuck," I gasped. "Rei, I'm close—"
"Not yet." He pulled away, and I whimpered at the loss. "I'm not done with you."
I felt his hands on my ankles, pushing my knees up, folding me in half. The wet heat of his mouth returned, but now his fingers joined the assault, sliding into me alongside his tongue. Two fingers, slick and insistent, curling against my prostate with unerring precision.
I screamed.
"That's it," Rei said. "Let it out."
The orgasm crashed over me like a wave, ripping through my body with startling force. I came hard, my cock pulsing across my stomach, the release so intense it left me shaking. But Rei didn't stop. His fingers kept working, his tongue kept licking, and the overstimulation made me gasp even as I tried to push away.
"Rei—fuck—too much—"
"One more," he said. "You have one more in you. I know you do."
"I can't—"
"You can." His fingers pressed deeper, merciless. "Come for me, baby. Let go."
My second orgasm was weaker, but no less overwhelming. It rolled through me like a slow tide, leaving me boneless, breathless, utterly destroyed. I lay limp against the sheets, my chest heaving, my mind scattered.
The ropes came loose. The blindfold slipped away. And I blinked up at the ceiling mirror, where my own wrecked reflection stared back at me—flushed, sweaty, satisfied.
"Look at you," Rei said softly. "You're beautiful like this."
"I feel like I'm floating."
"You should." He pressed a kiss to my forehead. "But we're not done yet."
He flipped me onto my stomach, guided me up onto my hands and knees. His hands parted my cheeks, exposing my used and dripping entrance, and I heard him groan.
"So open. So wet." He rubbed the head of his cock against me, not pushing in, just teasing. "Look in the mirror, Kan. Look at how ready you are for me."
I raised my eyes to the glass. My ass was exposed, red and wet, my hole gaping slightly from the stretch. Rei's fingers pulled me open wider, and I watched as he fed his cock into me. Inch by inch, slow and deliberate, until he was fully seated inside me.
"Fuck," I breathed. "Fuck, you feel so—"
"Big?" He smiled, wolfish and proud. "I know. You're taking me so well. Just look at how your body opens for me."
He pulled out slowly, just the head remaining, and then thrust back in. My breath caught. The angle was different, deeper, and he hit that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.
"You like that, baby?" He picked up the pace, a rhythm that was steady, punishing, perfect. "You like me using you like my personal little fuckhole?"
"Yes," I gasped.
"Louder."
"Yes—fuck—please, Rei—don't stop—"
"Never." He drove deeper, his balls slapping against my ass, the obscene wet sound of my own body echoing in the room. "I'm going to fuck you until I'm done. Until I've had my fill. And then I might just do it again."
The mirror showed me everything. My face contorted in pleasure. My back arched as I pushed back to meet his thrusts. The way his cock disappeared inside me again and again, stretching me, filling me, claiming me.
"Kan," Rei grunted. "I'm going to come. Where do you want it?"
"Inside." I begged, shameless. "Come inside me again. Want to feel it."
He did. With a final deep thrust, he came, flooding me with heat, and the feeling of it—that intimate warmth spreading through me—sent me over the edge once more. But my cock was spent, and I came anyway, a weak, shameless trickle that dribbled down my thigh.
We stayed like that, connected, panting. Then he slid out, and I felt the emptiness of his absence, followed by the slow ooze of his come trickling down my crack.
"Stay there," he said. "Don't move."
I lay face-down on the bed, breathing hard, watching him in the mirror. He knelt between my legs, hands on my ass, spreading me apart. I felt his gaze on my hole—the way it gaped, the way his come pooled there, the way it was too loose, too used.
"God, look at that," he murmured. "You're ruined. Absolutely ruined."
And then I felt it. His tongue, pressing into my open hole, licking deep, tasting his own come mixed with mine. The sensation was electric—too much and not enough, rough and tender, obscene and perfect. I cried out, my hands fisting in the sheets, my body shaking.
"Rei—fuck—god, Rei—"
But he kept going, licking and sucking, cleaning me out with his mouth. His tongue curled inside me, stroking that sensitive spot, and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
"Please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. "Please, please, please—"
He didn't stop. He ate me until the overstimulation was unbearable, until I was sobbing and shaking and coming dry, a powerful, dry orgasm that left me breathless. Only then did he pull away, his chin slick with saliva and come.
I collapsed onto the bed, completely undone.
Rei lay beside me, pulling my body against his. His hand traced lazy patterns across my spine, and I could feel his heartbeat against my skin, slow and steady.
"You're amazing," he whispered. "You know that?"
I couldn't answer. My throat was raw, my mind blank, my body nothing but a vessel of sensation. I just pressed closer to him, burying my face in his chest.
"Look at me, Kan."
I didn't have the strength to lift my head. He gently tilted my chin up, his thumb brushing away the dampness on my cheek.
"I mean it." His voice was soft, serious. "What we just did—that was something special. You gave me everything. Complete trust. I don't take that lightly."
"Rei." My voice came out cracked, barely a whisper. "I don't know what's happening to me. But I don't want it to stop."
The smile that spread across his face was tender and fierce, a promise that held centuries.
"It's never going to stop," he said. "I'll make sure of that."