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It was crazy how the tables had turned. Paige had become accustomed to being able to instruct and order Hayano around at the hospital because at that time it could have meant life or death if the young man didn't comply. While the other didn't seem to particularly care a huge deal about his own safety and welfare in the long run, he did seem to have some preservation and desire to remain alive. If only to continue to feel that thrill and adrenaline rush, to overpower and gain wealth and status, or whatever he saw that was so alluring in the activities he did. It seemed tonight he felt a whole new sort of thrill, a rush of power of switching the tables on their relationship, of preying on her vulnerability and weakness for him. There was a small voice in her head that whispered that this was his game all along, but deep down she didn't truly believe it. There was that perhaps naive, but honest side of her that thought that he did still, or had at least, held respect for her. Treated her like he would a mother figure, if he had had a good one to compare it to. That thread between them that had strengthened over time had become suddenly strained, able to be snapped in wrong move, yet somehow remained in tact as she complied with his wishes. Even so much so she laid herself upon the makeshift bed of towels on her bathroom floor and let him put her into the position he desired. It left her extremely open and vulnerable, forced to trust him despite it wavering and unsure with so much at stake beyond just her reputation, and yet made her quiver with a strange illicit excitement at the same time.

Paige thought she should protest when he thought to offer a chance for her to back out, but even with the words on her tongue, it became clear that the choice was an illusion. He had lorded it over her just so he could get a twisted joy by taking her anyways. He really was a bratty child who really didn't understood the word 'no' and what it meant. He had claimed and taken everything in his life so why was this any difference? Now his thick cock was spreading her open, re-imagining her walls to a cock it wasn't accustomed to. Reaching a depth that threatened the door to her womb, knocking against the fleshy, stiff barrier as if trying to make sure the life within was present. Then he withdrew and the dragging of his thick-veined shaft dragged along her sensitive, fluttering walls, drawing out mixed noises that were just as conflicted as her mind. It didn't stop her sex from growing wetter, from sucking him in almost greedily like it had sampled a very rare flavor that it was too afraid to give up now. Like a thirsty beast wanting to be quenched after its first taste of water. Her body was drowning in the mixed signals, of pleasure, of fear, of a little bit of pain from the rougher than normal treatment to her used cunt.

It was embarrassing and shameful to answer him, to praise his cock in such a wary when she was a married and supposed to be satisfied wife. But her cunt was telling a different story and she had never been much of a liar. If her lips didn't say it, her body and face always did and so she confessed, which seemed to please him. His words, his order, made her heart flutter nervously in her chest. It was a promise that there would be a second time. Perhaps a third, a fourth, and beyond. She had offered up her house to him for the weekend and she'd be alone with him for at least a couple nights until her husband made it home late Sunday. So many opportunities for him to take her, play with her body, manipulate her mind, body, and emotions. She had never considered an affair before, but somehow she was adjusting to it pretty easily, but perhaps it was just hormones and her body being worked with his fast, deep thrusts that made that happen. "You are truly a greedy boy, Haya." She huffed out, but the last word trailed into a moan, toes curling and fingers clutching the towel for some kind of leverage as her body rocked back and forth along the floor.

Her eyes flew open wider and a cry of pain and anxiety escaped her lips when he slammed into her so hard that his cockhead battered into her cervix like a battering ram and did it again, a little less brutal but nonetheless forceful. Like he was trying to break down the last remaining wall of her fortress, her sanctuary, no her babies sanctuary, and she threw her hand back to try and shove at his shoulders as she glared at him. "I told you to be careful. That's too rough!" She scolded him, but he didn't seem to care. He wasn't listening to her, just going at the pace he desired, spreading his pree across her tender walls, sloshing around the mixture of fluids in her sex as she pursed her lips at his question. "......You are." She answered with a whimper, hating that she knew he was manipulating her, gaslighting her to do as he wanted and that she was doing it. "But even guests show their hosts more respect." She muttered, but it was hard to keep the frustration and irritation at the forefront as he continued. As he warped her body anew, making it feel a new litany of pleasures it wasn't used to despite the rough treatment.

As he lifted her leg up and pressed it against his chest, Paige tossed her head back and bit down upon her lip at the increased pace. Feeling his hips slam into her as his cock gouged out her walls. Her muscles kept spasming and clamping around him, massaging his shaft as if praising it for its beatings, as her clit continued to swell and glisten, as if crying it's own delight. Her tits bounced and clapped against her slightly rounded belly, her hand that had been teasing her breast before returning and focusing on the wonderful ache over the serious threat this man caused. He was sounding guttural, animalistic, like a beast that was slowly being set free from its cage. He was showing his true colors and it was both horrific and almost beautiful in its own twisted way. As his face twisted up and was covered in shadows of his own ecstasy. She could feel he was chasing his pleasure, especially when he found a new angle and focused on it, not caring if it made her walls and sex throb with an almost uncomfortable ache, forcing her sex to mold and suck upon him anew, to become weakened and addicted to the ways it carved her for his own sake. Enough so, that her walls sputtered and clamped like a vice around him, though not nearly as tight as she might have would had she been a virgin or less accustomed to sex, and came hard with a sudden and almost surprised shout that echoed in the bathroom.

 

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Looking at nurse McCarthy, remembering her with her knitted brow as she concentrated on stitching him together, both authority and skill painting her face, compared to now, when she looked at him like everything that may happen to her, was up to him. It was a lovely contrast, and impossible to resist. He shouldn't be doing anything of this, even if he liked to push through when pretty things refused him, he owed Paige more than this. Even by the standards of the places he usually spent his nights, he should honor the whishes of someone who'd saved his life and offered him her home. Not take her body too. But how was he to abstain when she had that expression, begging quietly for mercy with her eyes while they were tainted with what he knew was raw lust. She wasn't entirely familiar with it, but he was used to the ones he fucked being surprised by what her could conjure in them. No one expected his starved frame to host such a behemoth cock. He was proud to show her, and her little sufferings made him feel so big, as though the older woman's tight cunt didn't already assure him he was her biggest encounter, her husband included.

He gasped and looked down, disbelieving how accommodating her juicy pussy was. Staring as he tested it out, he thought he'd turn her sopping corridor in and out by how it held on to him on his retreat. Her noises encouraged him with their mix of pain and greed. "Fuck, Paige." he whispered, like her grip was hurting him, but he was just aghast at what a whore she could be, despite her matronly persona. When he looked over her stomach, past her motherly breast and up to her face, it was with a sentiment of partially shaming her, despite that he was the one who'd forced this interaction. He had never known the subjugating of a female authority like this before. It was not something Paige McCarthy had meant to do, but she was teaching him another thing that was not beyond his reach - letting him know in what other ways he was a young god of the Yareli night. So, the grown woman was corrupting the healthy villain, and she could do nothing about it now, other than to remain on her side, his cock through her torso, and let him have all he wanted from her body.

In tenderly pummeling the ceiling of her depths like this, his narrow body had defeated her curvy one. He huffed, almost pained, when she complimented him with her own voice of strain. He gritted at her little scolding. Greedy. "Yeah..." he breathed at her lewd words, that also somehow sounded like something a mother would say about a petulant son. "But your pussy's pretty gluttonous too." he muttered between his teeth, and fucked her a little harder to prove his point, which increasingly seemed to be that he could reach her cervix. The punches from his cock were a little sterner, but he was enjoying how well they fit together. She was stretching to let him be inside her, one more thing this woman sacrificed so that he could be more comfortable, living with her. He was towering over her, taking her, and looking down at the mewling, jiggling results. His motions reverberated through her softer flesh, and he liked the ripples it caused in the fat of her breasts. She was an entire festival of visual siren calls for his violence, and for now, he was happy not acting on it all, denying himself because he liked her. For now. He looked around, this lovely bathroom connected to this perfect house. His own paradise of healing and whatever debauchery he wanted to initiate. Paige had taken him here to please him, he had decided. Yes. Whatever respect he had for her, he wouldn't let it get in the way of testing just how much of her lovely life he could suckle out of her. The thought made him more excited, and he fucked her just a little harder for it. Paige had gotten the vanilla fare for too long. Taking a young criminal here after having given a good handjob, was proof of that.

There was a gleeful smile when he made her cry of pain. It was a familiar excitement in him, and even when she scolded him, it didn't die down in his chest; its electricity didn't lessen in his cock. And Paige couldn't hold her ground, not even to keep her baby safe, when he talked her down almost immediately. This was a very quaint rape, wasn't it? She gave it even better than the women that had come before her. It seemed all their relationship would be him offering evil, and her rewarding him with care. Respect? He breathed a short laugh and thrust harder again, as though punishing her for her naivety. "Isn't getting you off respect enough?" the mischievous youth she'd mistakenly taken under her wing asked, both in his dark voice, and the surging of his cock to bruise her cervix further. "It's not like anyone else could give this to you, Paige." he said, through spittle between her teeth. He felt pride in his chest for it, and groaned at the sensation of her walls dragging over his length in both directions. Fuck, it just kept getting better inside her.

He clung on to her leg like something dear. Indeed like a child might their mother. But the rest was not so tender, when he thrust into her. But she made other than motherly sounds, too. As his fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh and he fucked her hard, brutally even, despite still holding back the worst of it, he felt her cunt salivating around him. All the things she'd said that would have him believe he shouldn't do this, was revealed to be lies when she moaned and whimpered in such a confessional way, echoing in her tiled bathroom. He fucked her as he wanted, and he saw her under him when her pussy crushed him, and she held on to none of her secrets when she orgasmed on his young cock. She was loud, and he loved her for it. He had fucked it out of her. He wanted all her dignity and poise to be fucked away. He wanted to claim all of that from her. And she gave it. He didn't relent, fucking her faster, to prolong her sensation. A sadistic laugh gargled in his chest but it soon squeezed to become strained, himself, when he came and started flooding her pussy.

But he wanted more, and after half the fat load into the already impregnated hole, he pulled out, moved over to her face quickly on his knees. He held on to her hair and jerked the base of his cock with his other hand, the cock head resting on her face as the slit kept pushing impossibly thick seed through, painting and lacerating her lovely, usually dignified face with the baby batter her cunt had worked so hard for. He growled at the almost painful peak of his pleasure, and continued to fertilize her face a moment after it had ebbed out. Eventually he hung his head, and rested his cock on her cheek, looking down at her. His chest filled and emptied, indeed a beast that had gotten what it wanted, though no less dangerous as it stared down at its victim. He sighed at the scene below him; the pregnant woman with her gorgeous breasts and telling belly, fucked to completion in her safe haven, marked by his leavings and breathing like he'd almost killed her. He swallowed and ran his hand through his hair, cock softening and laying heavy on her face.

"Look how pretty you are." he whispered, like a bastard, but with a note of appreciation for her gift, when he ran his fingers through her hair, tilting her skull so he could see it from more angles, and his fluids on it. This youthful monster she had taken here, to take care of and to be accosted by. He felt he had shown her a bit more of who he was, and reversed their roles and taken power from her. And that there was a part of her that wanted this now. He wasn't done testing boundaries. "Get cleaned up and come down stairs. I'm hungry." And even though it may sound like any abusive partner ever, he didn't say it with that much derision.

If she should comply, in her kitchen, there'd be a boy with wet hair and her husband's old clothes; a black sweater and pair of jeans, waiting at the table. Though she knew how bad he could be, and what a monster hid itself in those jeans, her other instincts may be fooled by his calmer face. It would seem sacrificing the sanctity of her marital vows, and the integrity of her body, as well as providing her family home for his ravages, had at least put the youngling in a better, almost serene mood. Perhaps it'd be the wrong lesson to take, but he looked almost amicable and casual, sitting there.

 

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This act was a cardinal sin and she was complicit with it fully. Paige could try and argue that Hayano had coerced her and in a way he had. It was dubious, but in the end, she gave her own consent in giving in to his demands. Her one mistake had been inviting him home in the first place, especially after jerking him off in the hospital. All the warning signs of this potential 'threat' were right there before her eyes, but she had been naive and foolish. Let her hormonal feelings and bodily reactions guide her rather than the logical brain within her skull. Now all she could do was lay upon her bathroom floor and take this young man's cock, accept the uncomfortably fast pace he set and pray it didn't have any lingering effects on the life within her womb. It was one thing to forgive herself for this weakness in loyalty to her husband, but it would be an entirely different thing if she lost the life she had cultivated for four months already due to it. That would be a guilt she couldn't bear and every hard thrust that battered her cervix made that fear grow. She could tell he was holding back, but she could still feel him questing, testing her, as if taunting her as he continuously slammed his hips against hers, rocking her body across the towels and punching out moans and grunts of exertion and a mix of pleasure and pain. Her walls were tender and her cervix ached from the abuse, but it didn't stop her secretions that soaked his cock in response.

"....", Paige had no retort because she couldn't deny what her body was telling him. It was pulsing around him in pleasure despite the soreness of her cunt from the harsh fucking, and her clit was glistening with her juices. She was ashamed and guilty of her bodily responses, but also too far into this affair to deny it now and fight it. It only burned brighter when Hayano made his retort about respect. "That's just cruel, Haya." She grunted out, nose scrunched up and it was undecipherable if it was from a pleasure response or distaste at his attitude or mixture of both. Especially as he punished her with a harsh thrust that made her cry out a second later and hiss through her clenched teeth. She almost wanted to kick him for the bratty attitude he took out on her, but at last he had her one leg trapped against his chest and her other leg was unable to perform the task either. Even so, her pussy walls clamped and dragged along his shaft, as she decided to ignore the comment about there not being anyone else that could do this for her. Her husband surely would be upset to hear such and especially if she agreed with the young man's statement, which she wasn't going to do.

Eventually his assault bore fruit as she could no longer hold back the intense, rushing wave of release that flooded through her and came crashing out over his cock, abdomen, and thighs. It created a slicker tunnel, making it an easier and wetter glide as she filled the bathroom with her noises. It was a marking of her ultimate shame, to have cum from another man, and one quite a bit younger than her husband. She was no longer a good role model for her daughter, and prayed that she never found out about this affair. It would be hard enough to hide it from her husband. It was worse that Hayano was prolonging her pleasure, pushing her through it and triggering those delightful nerves that sent her into a trembling, wet, sweaty mess. Soon her inner walls were coated with his own essence, flooding her channel with a heavy load of his own. Had she not already been pregnant, she had no doubt he would have easily impregnated her, he seemed quite fertile. And apparently way more fertile than she could have ever expected as he didn't finish off inside of her like she had expected.

Instead she felt her hair grabbed and him looming over her face and her eyes widened in shock as he stroked himself through the remainder of his orgasm. Her face became the canvas for his batter, feeling it spurt and smear down over her cheeks, trickling near the corner of her eye as his cock rested upon the side of her face. She cringed at the feeling of it and even more so hearing the kinds of grunts coming out of Hayano. Like a savage beast. It was easier to see the kind of monster this young man could be in the dark shadows of the night, why people feared him, and gave him a wide berth when possible. How someone so volatile like this could break a doctor's nose and yet act complacent enough with her. The respect and trust she had earned from him had rewarded her with this, laying upon her bathroom covered in his seed, face and cunt alike, and he looked completely satisfied and proud of himself with it all. Like any spoiled kid used to getting everything he wanted. Even when he was told no, he got it. Even with her.

Paige's eyes fluttered as the sad realization of his true self washed over her, making her feel a little disappointed, but also mad at herself. She could only blame herself and that was what kept the feeling of hatred away. How could she hate him when she enabled him? She was equally at fault and that was the horrid truth of the matter. She simply gazed up at him with a measure of sorrow and acceptance as he manipulated her head to admire her fully covered in his cum. Each movement helping the white sticky substance trickle further down and along her neck. But it seemed he had his fill and he let her go soon after with a final demand, but at least he didn't seem disgusted. Why that should matter was a thought for another day as she pushed herself into a sitting position with a wince. She stared down at the wet towels, at the evidence of her participation in this crime and sighed. She hopped back into the shower to quickly wash off, though the feeling of his cock and release still stained her as she finally got dressed into a maternal nightgown and robe and made her way downstairs. There she found Hayano dressed comfortably in her husband's old clothes and sat like he was the king of the house, perfectly content and cozy. She supposed he would feel that way after fucking her.

"I figured they would fit you." She commented as normally as she could, as if she had not just been assaulted in her own bathroom. She knew she couldn't call it rape, but her body certainly felt like she had been. She shook the thought away as she grabbed out some chicken and vegetables, deciding on making a quick chicken stir fry. It didn't take too long after she grilled up the chicken and tossed in the sauce and vegetable mix into the pan. Stirring it around, she tried not to let her mind wander too much to everything that had occurred all in a span of a few hours. She fixed them both a plate each and grabbed out a bottle of water for herself. "What would you like to drink?" She asked softly as she handed over his plate, soft and almost subservient as if dropping back into the role of a mother once more despite the clear change in their dynamic.

 

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When she was patching him up, and his mind was reeling with adrenaline and whatever other things he'd put into his blood, she had all the answers. Paige took some pride in sounding smart when she was in her scrubs and mending his cuts and bones. He had always thought her friendliness bordered on flirtation, and that it was their relationship. But now, when she was the one under him, she wasn't so smart. He took great pleasure in bullying her, and she took it. To him, it wasn't just because she had to, she wasn't bitter in the vengeful sense. It reminded him of those willing girls, who offered up their weaknesses to be picked at, so they could have the attention of some bad element. A siren call to the antagonist inside him. On her bathroom floor, she invited more of this, and Hayano was more than happy to partake. Whatever she responded, her drenched cunt answered for her, too. So there were little verbal refusals - though even they were yielding - accompanied by the squelching sounds of her suckling pussy. It wasn't difficult to guess what kind of woman Paige McCarthy was, at least when faced with the insistence of a virile, young male, and a big cock.

He loved seeing her with no choice but to accept his battering, both to her insides and to her ego. Her swinging tits as he fucked her made her extremely easy on the eyes, and the baby bump added perversion to it. He nodded, a surge of pride going through him, when she mentioned his cruelty. Her wits had been beaten down by the ramming. And he saw that she worried, she had stipulated things to keep her pregnancy safe, but she didn't do anything about it now, when his fervent collisions with the final barrier inside her put everything in jeopardy. In the end, everyone's priority was to give in to something stronger than them. With Paige, she hadn't known that. She thought the entire world was fair and perfect, so when he fucked this other side out of her, and put it under her blurred bathroom lights, she didn't have the sense to fight it. Only to give her soaked gash over to his willing, ragefull rod. He chuckled dismissively at her comment. The scrunch around her nose was very engaging, and he was enjoying all the new faces he could have her make. Turned out, Nurse McCarthy had all the answers, until there was a big dick involved. Then she just gave up and went with it. Good to know. His mother figure was just another collection of holes for him, if that's what he wanted from her.

He saw that she was coming undone, and hurried his thrusts. But even he was surprised when her bountiful body gave him even more. He gasped to be showered with her flood. It was quite the showy orgasm. If she had been one of the girls they trafficked, this ability alone would have warranted a higher price. He looked at the glistening layer over his stomach and thighs, after the spray, and enjoyed fucking her harder for it, until he delivered his own fluids in response. It was a harrowing pleasure surging through him. And he was happy to dump it inside her hospitable cunt, and then paint her face as well. "You're quite dramatic, aren't you, Nurse?" he teased her through clenched teeth about her squirting, even as he was leaving his melting seed on her face. His cock rung from it as he got to look down at the devastating work he'd done on the pregnant woman. Her big eyes told him he was doing something that chocked her, and he always liked that feeling. Perhaps she was surprised at her own participating, too.

After, when he got to look her over and her neck didn't tense up when he moved her skull about, he felt like he'd defeated someone. He smeared the cum on her face with his cock and savored her compliance. She looked up at him with those exhausted, existential thoughts he'd seen before, when he fucked a girl so hard, made her cum so maddeningly, that she had to rethink her whole existence. She looked at him in a new way, and even if he wanted to stay her person he'd been for her, he also liked that she knew more about him, and wouldn't even consider throwing him out. That part of this was new. He liked having her in his life, he wanted that safety and abundance she offered, since he had been lacking that, growing up. The dysfunction of it was the things he required from her to stay satisfied, and that he tried to keep it by fucking her, and making her addicted to other things than the love of a child. And Paige was coming along in his debauched thinking, even if she was intelligent enough to see it for the trainwreck it was. Somehow that was worth more to Hayano.

He perked up from his seat when she came down. He had thought about what they'd done, reeling in the hormones of it, but had calmed enough to realize maybe she would throw him out now. But when she arrived, in that perfectly motherly robe and gown, he had a feeling of safety in his chest. Like no matter what he did to her, she'd always be there. He nodded and pulled at the sleeve of the shirt he wore. She was obviously occupied with what he'd done. But it was reassuring when she started cooking anyway. From where he sat, he kept looking at her. This was a new side of Paige. He felt a bit bad for having fucked her so hard, but that also made it more exciting, that this homely woman had let him make a whore out of her on her own bathroom floor. In the light of the kitchen she looked nothing like the squirting slut on the towels, on the tile. And that she'd cum so spectacularly. He was famished and took the plate eagerly. With a grin already stuffed with chicken and veg, he peeked at the contents of the fridge when she opened it for her water bottle.

"Give me a beer." when she offered. He saw three bottles in there. They were her husband's, no doubt. He would both enjoy drinking them and knowing she'd given them to him. Another thing belonging to the man that Hayano had stolen.

He ate quickly, and kept looking over at her, her newly washed face, and thought of the woman and her expressions when he was still inside of her. He would drink the last of the beer if she had indeed served him one.

"I feel better." he offered. Like part of him knew it was better to stoke that part of her. He looked around as he reclined in the chair. "This was very good." she could think he meant the food, but he was also addressing getting to fuck her until she filled her bathroom with screams. If he was introspective, he was lulling her into a new normalcy so he could do it again. He was absolutely looking at her in a new light. On the fridge her saw pictures of her family. Looking at their faces, he could feel their absence from this big home. His lips twitched when he saw her daughter. She was pretty. And she looked familiar. But a lot of young women did to him.

He was curious, and though she had milked him of most of the worst effects of the drug, there were some lingering impulses left. He stood and pulled one of the pictures from the fridge, one when they were in a sunny place, smiling at the camera, both she and her daughter were in swimwear, and her husband had a hat on and a white splotch on his nose for the sunscreen. Hayano stood by her side and petted her wet hair as he put the picture beside her plate. "Tell me about them." he said. He was making conversation, trying to connect, but he was relying on the other times he knew of interacting with families, which was when he collected money from people who owed. The domineering way her touched her hair and his tone of voice was almost threatening, even if he had no intention to. He picked a strip of chicken off her plate and put it in his mouth. It was obvious Hayano was a perfectly threatening person, even when he was trying to be the opposite, and that he was very attached to the woman who let him have pretty much all of her.

And a mother and wife should be happy to talk about her family, right? Or maybe he was just biding his time before he wanted her body again, and he expected her to give it.

 

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Paige was trying to ignore the light throbbing between her thighs as she walked, almost as if it had its own heartbeat at this point from the battering she had taken in her own bathroom. Even though she had showered, she still could feel the ghostly remnants of her own essence coating her trembling legs from her own orgasm. Her mind was scattered with thoughts trying to decipher what had just happened and what she had just allowed. She didn't even want to think too deeply on how she had been so easily coerced because in her heart she knew she could make up all these stories, but she had agreed to it. She had accepted Hayano's advances and in the end enjoyed them. His cock had made her walk a little funny, something she was sure he'd get a kick out of as she walked into the kitchen and addressed him. He looked smug and absolutely content sat at the table as if he was right at home. There didn't seem to be any awkwardness or discomfort of being in a new place in his slim body at all. It was truly like he was the new king of the castle.

She quickly whipped up some dinner which she served to him first then made her own a plate. At the request for a beer, she eyed him for a second before she retrieved one from the fridge. She would have to restock it before her husband gets home. He surely wouldn't think she had had some in her condition. The thought of hiding any sign of Hayano's presence from her partner gave her a stab of guilt, but she swallowed it down with some water for her parched throat before taking a seat at the table. The nurse shifted a bit as she was a bit tender, but eventually settled and picked up her fork to begin eating as Hayano responded to her inquiry and made a compliment, which she assumed was about the food. "Glad to hear. It's probably been a while since you've had a proper home cooked meal, hm?" She asked conversationally as if she just hadn't had her brains fucked out just a few moments ago. It wouldn't have been a big deal had it been her husband, but considering she had basically just cheated on him, she was in a strange head space.

Paige glanced up from her plate when she noticed him rise from his seat. A small part of her began to tense up as if she was worried about what he might do. Another stab of guilt shot at her heart for now being on edge around the young man she had gotten probably a bit too comfortable with while working with him. Her coworkers would certainly love to rub it in her face if they ever found out. She watched him stare at the pictures of her family upon the fridge before grabbing one to bring to her. She made herself not react when his hand came down to pat her upon her head, stroking her hair, and though the touch was light and the inquiry was almost innocent, like anyone might ask if they came to visit another person's house, she couldn't stop the small voice of warning down in her gut. She swallowed the food in her mouth and wiped her lips clean with a napkin as she stared at the picture of her husband and her daughter. Staring at their faces made her stomach twist with shame and guilt, feeling like an awful person for what she had done.

"Well," Paige started, voice feeling thick with emotion as she traced her finger over the picture, over her daughter's face, "this is my world right here. Chelsea. Had her when I was seventeen. I was a dumb, irresponsible teen too once." She chuckled as she glanced up at him briefly then back to her family caught briefly in the memory. "She's currently in college. Going for a degree in nursing and physiotherapy. Guess being in the medical field runs in the family." She mused, but she was clearly proud of her daughter and what she was working on accomplishing. She had sacrificed a lot in the early years to make sure she was able to take care of her, to raise her right, to provide her with what she could even as a struggling teen just barely out of high school. "And this is Mark. He's not her biological father, but he came into our lives when she was around six years old. He's...." A great guy who she had just cheated on because she had a weak heart and even weaker mind. "....been great. He's become like a father to her and helped me become grounded and stable. Made it much easier to be a working mother." She said lightly as she leaned back in her seat and sighed. "He does a lot of traveling to manage business deals and make ends meet. That's why he's not here right now." Lucky for them, she supposed.

"What about your family? If you feel inclined to share." Paige asked because now she was more curious about the young man she had invited into her home and into her body. She knew he had a rocky life and no doubt it all started with his family home, so she wanted to know more. Perhaps that still motherly part of her wanted to understand him better, to sympathize with him, and provide him with something he might have missed out in his childhood. He might not have felt the kind of love and support a child needed growing up and had acted out continuously for attention until he grew into the person he was now.

 

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When she came to him, his kitchen, she was permeated with everything that had happened between them. The robe was inviting, even if she may convince herself it was just for her comfort, and this was her house so why shouldn't she wear what she want? But if she truly had felt violated, and was scared of him, wouldn't she have dressed in something more protective and layered, put on armor of some sort? Now she looked like he could have her again, especially with her lessened attitude, and her demure spirit. He bit back on a grin at her gait, and stewed in the pride at having altered her footfall with his cock. He could still smell her sweat and cunt juices underneath the soaps she'd used. She was a beautiful conquest of his, coming back to him to pretend it wasn't what she had wanted. In a way, it was a bit hurtful. If she had desired his dark sides all along, had her maternal side been to get his attention, whether she knew it or not? If she had craved his violence, then she had simply nursed him stronger for herself, not him. But he got over that roundabout scorn, when flashes of her elated and lost face came before his inner vision. Paige was here for him. That's all that mattered.

He was eager for the food, not just to get something in his stomach but to have her serve it. Their conversation was absurd, given what had happened, but it was a bit like playing with his prey at this point, only he had no disdain against this woman. For all the things he'd put her through in the last hours, he still only had affection for her, even if it was tainted, like him. Her serving him a beer was somehow showing of their new relationship, just like the girls in the brothels were made to pour glasses for whoever bought their time. Only he never had to pay Paige anything. She just gave. He looked down at the dish, chewing, at what she said. "I've never had it." he breathed through his mouthful. His mother did other motherly duties. They were more akin to what he had Paige do for him in the bathroom. The smile around his bulging cheek was amused and a bit surprised. He had some of the beer and sighed as he put it down. Good brand. She could have left after cooking for him, but she let him know he was still welcome here, despite having nearly fucked her into miscarriage. Her wondered a little about what that said about her as a person. And mother.

His eyes sharpened when she fretted at his standing up. He looked her over, as though he might chase if she ran, but they still ended with the picture in front of her, and him getting to touch her again. He should have left it be. She was being more than generous with all this, and there was something tender between them, but he couldn't help but push this further, to see how much he could get. Maybe he wanted some assurance that she'd not only let him fuck her, but also wanted to see how much he was worth, against her own family. He hair was nice to his touch as he waited for her to answer. She might feel the raking of his fingertips over her scalp, as a possessive caress. The air was flavored with her guilt as she looked at her loved ones. Good. He was honestly curious about her answer, but she had already given him some facts about herself, just by what she allowed now, and how she behaved. He had held people hostage in their homes before, and though this had tints of that, it was more familiar, and more dear than that. His touch encouraged her to betray them further.

He stared at the picture and threw glances at her, interwoven with the story of her daughter and husband. "I should have known you're a good mom." he said, trailing off as he followed her into her memories. She laid herself bare to him, like part of it was confession. She hadn't really spoken about them to him when he was bleeding in her ER, but he knew they existed before. He was getting so much of Paige now. His fingers stroke the hairline at the back of her neck. A bit like a pet. "You're a bit lonely right now, aren't you, Paige?" he asked as his hand trailed down her shoulder. He offered sympathy in his observation, but it was impossible not to hear a note of judgement there too - reminding her that she'd taken a young man to her home, and been instrumental in letting him fuck her. "They're beautiful." It was a messed up little sharing session. But it was perhaps one of the more earnest talks Hayano had ever had with anyone. As greedy as he was to claim more of her, this was meaningful in other ways to him, as well. He was suckling off her generosity, and forcing more when she meant to put up barriers.

His lips shrunk, the first vestiges of defensive behavior, when she asked about him in turn. She might feel it in the way his hand glommed on to her shoulder. But he didn't blow up. He shrugged as he dealt with the memories so that he could share them. He turned and leaned on the table, nursing the bottle in one hand before having another sip. "Yeah. My mom wasn't... you." he said and shook his head, looking down at the glass vial. "She had me young, too. And my father was in the business." Of doing fucked up shit in the night. He looked at Paige in the eye. And then over her body because he couldn't help it. The robe and the gown emphasized her state. He'd rather fuck her than go over this, but he wanted to repay her for sharing. Would it mean something to her that he tried to give her some of himself? "She didn't really care. She kept me alive because she thought she owed it to my dad, who thought he owed her nothing. I had to be this to survive, and now, I don't know, it's part of me, and most of the days, it's fun." he grinned into his next swallow and put the bottle down. "And on the days it isn't, you're there." he put the bottle down and circled her again.

This time he put his arms around her from behind and his cheek to hers. It was gentle at first. He kisser her temple as his hand slid over her. One hand grabbed her breast through her gown and the other gently wrapped around her throat. "I trust you, Paige." he whispered, and he didn't know why he made it sound like a threat. Maybe because if it was true, he needed her to know she now had to correct her life after it. His trust was a sentence, not an asset. He breathed into her ear as his hand went in through the cleavage of her gown to cup one tit from underneath and squeeze it. "You're not going to betray me like you did them, are you?" He said and nodded toward the picture. He massaged her breast like a toy, like he owned it, and carefully squeezed her throat harder. He kissed her cheek and left his face pressed against it. "I'm counting on you to be my family too, now." He meant it, which was perhaps quite vulnerable to him, but he laced it with a clear warning, as well.

But it was impossible for him to express a truly soft sentiment without the corresponding, thrumming undertones. It was too delicious to play with the woman he had given so much reverence for so long, now that she'd practically handed over her autonomy to him. His breath coiled around her cheek and put his humidity on her lips as he dug his fingers deeper into her breast.

"You're going to take care of me, right?"

He liked the way she had, so far.

 

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It was hard to avoid the discussion of her family when they were both sat in her own home with all the proof that said family existed in this space at one point. They had never talked about them before but mainly because it wasn't really appropriate conversation when Paige was trying to keep Hayano's guts inside his body. Now that he had brought a photo of her husband and daughter to her, it opened up that pathway even if she didn't have to talk about them. But she adored her family, was very proud of them and where they were in life, so it was easy to talk about them. It was easy to tell how much she missed them by the tone in which she spoke about them, the warmth of her maternal love for her daughter, the sedated love she had for her husband. Outside of her job, they had been the most important things in the world to her. Hayano's hand stroking through her hair and petting along her hairline was almost comforting, especially as he inquired about her being lonely. It drew a wry smile to her lips as she peered down at the photograph. "A little bit. This house is too big for just me." She admitted and then she felt her chest tighten because she did hear the bit of judgment in his tone and she felt the guilt chewing at her soul the more she stared at the smiling faces in the photo knowing she had betrayed the trust and love of her husband by allowing Hayano into her home and fucking her. "They are." She agreed with voice tightened by the emotional pull of awareness of her own fault and mistakes in that moment.

The nurse had opened herself up a bit now and it made her own curiosity of Hayano and his family life spring forth. After all, it was all the reason why she felt sympathetic towards him and felt her maternal instincts flare up whenever he was around. He never spoke of his parents, but there was always just something off or underlying whenever they did speak that whispered about a not so easy childhood. Paige felt his hand clamp on her shoulder and feared she may have overstepped their boundaries and was about to speak up, assuring him that he didn't have to tell her anything, but he spoke instead. His comment about his own mother made her turn her head and look up at him. There wasn't a vulnerable or emotional look in his eyes or anything, just stoicism as he stated facts about his life. It was the most he had ever detailed about himself and no matter how he had forced himself into her bathroom and onto her, she felt an ache in her heart as she lifted her hand to place over his own in comfort. There didn't sound like there was any love from either parents, just two people doing what had to be done because it was necessary. It was no wonder Hayano was so cold and unaccustomed to warmth and affection. Perhaps why he was so drawn to her, even in a twisted sense. Made her feel more sympathetic towards him. Especially when he noted that she was there on the bad days. "Of course." She expressed, feeling emotional despite herself and it was heard in her cracked voice. Damn hormones.

Hayano was like a predator when he circled around her, even when he was all lax and loose, and Paige felt it despite herself. It was hard not to feel on edge when someone like him was so close. Feeling his arms circle around her, she tensed up at first but gradually relaxed, exhaling slowly from her nose as she felt his face pressed against the side of hers. The soft peck to her forehead was almost sweet, except for the hand that slid beneath her gown and groped her breast. But she didn't fight it, after all she had already given up her body to him and the grip on her throat and his words were almost threatening. It was enough to tell her she could choose to let this happen and make it easy on herself or not choose it and it'd happen anyway. Perhaps him admitting he trusted her was enough to soothe the almost scared prey within herself and let her comply more easily as she flicked her gaze to meet his own the best she could. He was squeezing and toying with her chest now and she swallowed thickly when the hand on her throat tightened a tad as he spoke. Her heart raced a little faster and no doubt he could feel her quickened pulse under his fingertips as she flicked her tongue over her dry lips and hummed.

"I won't betray you, Hayano." Paige's warm eyes held the guilt in the background, but were sincere in her promise. Like she just accepted that this was her fate now because she had allowed all of this from the beginning. She had already begun to treat him almost like her own son, and felt honored by the trust he bore in her, even if now he was using that as a tool to win her over. "I'll take care of you just like I promised I would when we first met. You can be my family now." Her throat felt tight and not from the hand placed over it, but from the raw emotions welling up with the words. Because it was serious and being a family woman it was hard not to feel the desire to extend her arms and heart to a young man who clearly was lacking it. Who probably wanted it so desperately, but acted as if he didn't. Acted tough, went out and did bad things to prove himself worthy of existing in this cruel world, and she forgot that he did some bad things to her, because he was like a son to her and everyone deserved a little forgiveness. She hissed at the fingers tightening on her breast, writhing in her seat as she lifted her hand to trail up his arm, around his shoulder, to the back of his neck where she lightly squeezed, an almost comforting gesture. If she got a little wet between her thighs, what did it matter?

"I opened my home up to you, haven't I?" Paige remarked with a hint of amusement in her tone, maybe a bit of bitter acceptance towards herself. She tilted her head and let her press a soft kiss to his lips as she sighed. "You really are a bad influence." She clicked her tongue, trying to pull back on her old authoritative self she had had with him before. Reminiscent of their beginning relationship in the hospital. She rubbed her thumb over the photograph in her left hand, stared at the beloved faces there, felt guilt burn raw inside her gut and prayed that they could understand and forgive her. She had been too long in this home on her own, she felt, and blamed her actions on that and her pregnancy hormones.