TENTH KNOT
The second time we went to that club was because I told Naoya-san I wanted the whole freak-show, every crazy shit that place had to offer.
He said no.
I threw a tantrum. He punished me good and then took me there anyway.
It was great. Fucking insane. He put me up for free use again, and it was chaos from the start. My body hurt for three days after, and for three days I slept like a baby.
Two weeks passed since, and here we are again.
Only this time, I’m royally screwed.
Because out of every bastard to show up in this shithole, it had to be Ryo.
Naoya-san was behind me, pulling my arms up, adjusting the ropes. The hook creaked above my head as the tension climbed, my shoulders burning, the ropes biting into my wrists, my toes barely touching the floor.
I was watching his concentrated beautiful face when I heard that fucking laugh.
“Hey there, Sweet Ass.”
I looked up, and there was Ryo, with a stupid shit-eating grin plastered on his face, eyes shining like he had just found his favorite toy again. Of all the fuckers in Tokyo.
“Couldn’t believe my fucking eyes when you waltzed in here,” he sneered, shoving through the leering crowd. “The big bad dog himself, hanging in our club.”
“Your club?”
“Yeah,” he grinned wider, teeth white under the neon lights. “You didn’t know? This place’s ours.” He stopped close. “So what’s my favorite mutt doing letting himself get strung up like meat?”
“Fuck off, asshole.”
Ryo chuckled.
“Aw, don’t be like that. Remember last time?” His hand shot out, pinching my nipple hard. “That pretty boy cunt of yours—”
“The scene hasn’t started,” Naoya-san’s voice cut in. “No touching the sub.”
Ryo turned, the smile gone in a blink. His whole face shifted into a fucking maniac stare. He closed the distance between them until their faces were inches apart.
“And who the fuck are you to tell me what I can or can’t do?”
Naoya-san didn’t flinch.
“I’m the one running this scene. And you are the one interrupting it.”
Ryo’s jaw ticked. His hand twitched near his belt, like he was considering making it physical. He tilted his head, smirking again.
“You’ve got balls, pretty boy, I’ll give you that. Should I just cut them off?”
Yeah, that’s the same shit I thought the first time I met Naoya-san too. And, yeah, he’s got iron balls or some shit. Difference between me and Ryo is that this jerk has no right to even be near Naoya-san, let alone speak to him.
“Touch him and I’ll gut you myself, you asshole!” I growl at him. “And then I’ll eat your fucking heart and shit it in your corpse’s mouth.”
That earned a laugh.
“Creative, Arakawa. Still barking while you’re trussed up like a bitch.” He glanced at Naoya-san again. “You’re prettier than him, you know that? Shouldn’t your ass be up for taking too?”
I kicked wildly. The ropes tore into my flesh, agony shooting through my shoulders. I couldn’t reach the bastard.
“Easy, mutt. I won’t touch your pretty boy.” He stepped back, flashing that grin again. “Not when I can wait till you’re free meat anyway.”
And that’s how I found myself with Ryo deep inside my asshole a few minutes later.
The red lights paint the room like fire, and everything feels hotter. My wrists scream from the hooks, shoulders screaming, chest pulling against gravity, thighs aching from being hauled against Ryo’s waist.
“Fuck yeah, I missed wrecking this hole,” he snarls, teeth scraping my neck before sinking in. “Missed this sweet, fucking tight cunt. Can’t get enough of seeing you strung up, all helpless.”
I hiss, back arching, every nerve a live wire. He slams his cock deep in a slow and deep motion, letting me feel every inch.
He kisses along my throat, sucks hard at the hollow under my jaw, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning—which would be the worse fucking scenario. He pinches my nipple under his fingers, and my body’s a mess of want and noise I can’t control.
“Pretty little tits,” he says, pinching harder, making me yelp. “If I was your owner I’d pierce you all over, hang you by these fucking nipples, and watch you scream.”
Oh, fuck yeah!
“I wanted to breed this ass again. You remember how tight you got for me last time?” He drags his fingers over my nipples, twists the one again. “I’ve fucking missed this.That nasty little cunt attitude.”
I can feel other hands sliding over me—someone tracing the line of my spine, another fingering the dip of my back, someone else pressing nails into my thighs and another one sucking my foot.
I’m overstimulated, buzzing so hard my skull might crack.
And fuck, that feels great even if it’s this fucking piece of shit with a fucking great cock.
“You’re gonna get me killed one day, Kai-chan,” he growls in my ear, hips slamming forward, the tip of him rubbing deep inside. “Fuck, I hate condoms. Your dom’s a dick... I wanted to breed your cunt raw.”
He pinches both my nipples this time, hard enough to make me cry out. I can feel him smirking against my neck.
“Fucking filthy body,” he whispers, low, pressing his mouth against my jaw, flicking and teasing my tortured nipples.
He pinches harder. My whole body jerks, twisted, exposed, bouncing slightly on the hook.
I can feel my own cock aching against him, throbbing, useless against the tension of everything else.
Every nerve in me is screaming, and I can’t pull away.
I can’t even speak—Naoya-san’s rules keep my mouth shut with a ball gag this time—but I can feel the rage, the want, the twisted satisfaction curling through me.
I hate this bastard. I want to bite his face off. And still… I can feel that sick, electric pull. The violent, possessive way he fucks me, the way he knows exactly what makes me curse.
“You’re a freak, you know that? Hanging here, arms tied, cock hard…” Ryo groans, grinding his cock deeper into my asshole, his nails clawing into my asscheeks now.
He bites my ear, teeth scraping the skin.
“Now, Arakawa, don’t react,” he hisses. “Midori-san put me on you. Told me to follow you around.”
I jerk my head back, trying to look at him. Follow me around? The fuck?
Then he throws his head back, howling loud enough for the crowd to hear. “God, this hole! Perfect fucking wrecked cunt!”
I blink, confused as hell, not sure if I heard right. He leans in again, teeth clamping on my neck.
“Bet a Tetsukaminari-ikka rat’s watching us fuck right now. So don’t react, you dumb fuck.”
I do react.
I glace around quickly, barely caring, and—SLAP!—he hits my face, hard.
“Eyes forward, bitch! I’m the one fucking you,” he growls, making a fucking ridiculous face.
Yeah, fine, I deserved that.
I throw my head back and let him suck on my Adam’s apple. Teeth grazes, tongue dragging, nails still digging into my ass.
“My bet is peace is over,” he whispers into my neck. “I think Midori-san and Hasebe-san are working together to take Dokugumo-kai. Don’t know how. Don’t know if they want you breathing or rotting. But that streak of bad luck? Fuck, I bet they want Dokugumo’s top fighter gone.”
He drives into me again, harder.
“You feel that, bitch? That’s how much I’ve missed this.”
He finishes with a low groan, teeth buried in my neck, muttering how that felt fucking great.
He pulls out with care, and I hear him laughing as he takes the condom off and zips up.
He slaps my thigh and then he’s gone, letting another guy take his turn.
I stop keeping track of faces after the second one.
Ryo stays, though. I catch him in the corner of my eye, sitting on the couch with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, watching the scene with a grin flickering behind the smoke.
Time crawls. My shoulders feel like fire, wrists raw, everything slick. I don’t know how long it goes—an hour, maybe more—until all the condoms are used.
Then Naoya-san is there.
He steps close, flips the light to green. He presses a hand to my lower back, steadying me, then reaches up to unbuckle the gag.
“Are your arms still fine?”
“Yeah.”
They’re not. But I can take it.
He hums. Always calm, always in control. He crouches near his bag, unzipping it slowly, metal clinking inside. My head tips forward, eyes half-shut, until I see what he pulls out—a small box, white gloves, gauze, alcohol.
He soaks a gauze with alcohol and carefully dabs at my nipples.
“They’re really red,” he says, touching the skin around them.
“You never complained before.”
“I’m not complaining,” he corrects me, and then he glances at me, mouth hinting at a smile. “It looked like you were having fun with that friend of yours.”
I snort.
“Jealous?”
“No.”
He takes his attention back to the box and pulls a needle, chuckling softly when I make a surprised sound. I fucking hate needles, what the fuck?! I feel it hover over my right nipple, and a shaky breath escapes me. My body tenses, hips jerking even though I can’t move.
“Naoya—”
The sting rips through me before I finish. White heat shoots from my chest out, blood welling immediately. My chest shakes, laughter and scream tangled in one ragged sound. He slides a small ring through and wipes the blood with the gauze.
Then he does it again on the other side. Different needle, same sting. I grunt, half from pain, half from the insane thrill of it, feeling a weird kind of high.
“Haaa… so you were jealous after all.”
“I was already planning to do this.”
“No, you weren’t.”
He looks up at me, that faint, dangerous calm in his eyes.
“I was.”
Bullshit.
Bullshit because, after he cleans the blood from my tits, he goes feral. Fucks my asshole harder than ever, using the weight of me hanging in this damn meat hook to drive in deeper. He yanks the fresh piercings hard, sending white-hot agony through my chest.
I can’t stop the noises—grunts, curses, hysterical laughter bubbling up as pain and arousal melts my brain. My body’s wrecked, screaming, every nerve on fire. Here I’m—a used-up bitch taking his cock, letting him violate me like this.
When he finally cums, he doesn’t slow. Keeps fucking me, each thrust deep and savage, controlling, marking, owning. My chest is smeared with blood and sweat again, nipples screaming from the piercings, cock still tied and hard as fuck. I’m ruined.
Then he stops. I dangle, twitch, completely fucking destroyed. I lift my eyes just in time to catch that look—the satisfied, possessive glare he shoots Ryo’s way.
Yeah. He’s jealous.
I can’t stop the grin crawling up my face. I’m wrecked. Bleeding. Hanging like a toy. And still—knowing that makes my gut buzz. Makes my chest pound in a different kind of fire. Because he’s showing every fucker around here that I belong to him. That I’m his.
That I’m owned.