Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Chapter 13

After Ran departed, Rukia was left alone to stew in the miasma of her own mind. Her eyes hadn’t changed from the frightening, bottomless black of her demon form and neither had her thoughts. She kept replaying Ran’s words in her mind and picturing everything that happened and the rage within her grew with every passing moment. There was a tiny, rational part of her brain that was aware that Ichigo had no choice in the matter, but that part of her was completely overshadowed by the dark mist swirling around it. He had no choice, she thought, then why was he on his knees for her the next day? He purposely degraded himself for that fucking whore! The shouting in her brain would not cease and Rukia rubbed her temples against the pain.

Even though her rage was a palpable entity within her, deep down, Rukia still shied away from hurting him. It must be done. How else will he know that I am truly his master? He has to understand what will happen if he touches another woman…I simply cannot allow him any leniency! Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rapidly approaching hoof beats. Believing Ichigo had finally returned, Rukia steeled herself for the confrontation to come. A cold chill ran down her spine at the voice she heard outside her door. Shihoin Yoruichi was here-and she wasn’t alone. Rukia strained her demon senses to be able to make out the conversation occurring near the barn…

“…I told you why I needed to come here-there was no reason for you to tag along…you’re being an ass!”

“Well, lovely one, I can’t help but be suspicious of your motives after the scene you made last week. In front of all your staff, I might add. Besides, his scent was all over you this afternoon so I think it’s probably a good idea for me to be here. After all, isn’t it a husband’s job to save his wife from her own impulsivity?”

Rukia heard Yoruichi’s enraged screech, then the sound of bones crunching, followed closely by the whining voice of her husband, “Yoruichiiiii…why did you have to hit me? You know my nose is delicate you cruel, cruel vixen!”

“Kisuke, you are such an idiot! Just keep your mouth shut and let me speak to Rukia-san in peace, okay? Just wait out here with the horses and I’ll be right back.”

A weakly spoken, “Yes, dear” could be heard as he led the horses to the barn.

Rukia smiled an honest, delighted smile at this interesting turn of events. The rage was still there but, for the moment, she decided to hide it behind a façade of polite civility. There was nothing she could do about her inky eyes, but she could explain them away should they ask. Rukia rose and made her way to the door, prepared to meet her unexpected ‘guest’.

Before Yoruichi could tap the bells hanging outside the door, it opened slowly to reveal Rukia’s slight form.

“Yoruichi-san, what a nice surprise,” she trilled in a fake voice. “Please, come inside…I was just about to have some tea and it would be lovely if you would join me.”

“Thank you, Rukia-san, that sounds wonderful. This trip has been exhausting! My darling husband decided to trail along and he’s making me miserable with his unending insanity.”

“What did you say his name was again…and will he be joining us?” Rukia questioned.

“Kisuke. Urahara Kisuke and NO he most certainly will NOT be joining us,” Yoruichi replied in a weary tone.

Rukia feigned disappointment, “Oh, that’s too bad…I would have enjoyed meeting him!”

Yoruichi just rolled her eyes in response.

The two women sat down as Momo began serving the tea. “So, Yoruichi-san, what brings you to Kyoto and all the way out to my house? Did Rangiku not pass along the money I sent you?”

“Oh, she did and thank you so much for your prompt payment! The reason I’m here today is for the sake of Ichigo and his sisters.” At Rukia’s questioning look, Yoruichi continued, “The girls’ debut into Karakura society is next weekend and they have asked that Ichigo be in attendance. I was actually here earlier today but you weren’t here so I spoke to Ichigo instead. He said as long as you’re fine with it, he would like to go so I said I would speak to you.”

Rukia controlled herself with iron restraint upon hearing Yoruichi admit to seeing Ichigo today. The words she’d just heard spoken by Urahara ran through her mind, ‘…his scent was all over you this afternoon…’ fucking BITCH! Instead of ripping the slut’s head off as she so richly deserved, Rukia’s smile only became more serene. She was actually quite impressed with herself as she calmly addressed the Shihoin whore, “Well, Yoruichi, how much is this party going to cost me?”

Yoruichi looked absolutely baffled by Rukia’s words, “Excuse me?”

“I said,” Rukia spoke very slowly as if speaking to a child, “How much is this party going to cost me? As Ichigo’s new owner, I don’t feel like it would be right to have you pay for his sisters’ care any longer.”

Yoruichi continued to look stunned, “Uhhh, Rukia, I don’t quite follow…that money Rangiku gave me was not to purchase Ichigo. I believe I already told you that he would never be sold.”

“Oh, that is true and yes I understand what that money was for.” Rukia said seriously.

“I don’t know what you are thinking but you’re wro-” Rukia held up her hand and stopped Yoruichi mid-sentence.

“I will tell you exactly what I’m thinking you disgusting whore,” Yoruichi’s eyes widened and her hands curled like a cat’s paw. “I know that you had sex with Ichigo the night before he came to me and if you don’t want your husband to find out, you WILL sell his contract to me. Never fear, I intend to make you a very rich woman-I will pay you very well for him.”

As Rukia finished speaking, Yoruichi began laughing in disbelief, “That is your plan? If my husband found out about Ichigo, he would KILL him and I know you wouldn’t want that to happen. You know, for a 300+ year old demon, you’re not very good at blackmail, are you?”

Rukia gave her a small, pitying smile, “Do I want Ichigo dead? Of course not. But I would rather see him dead than have another woman’s hands upon him-especially your hands. I’m told that we demons can become rather…obsessive…at times. I am capable of far more than you could ever comprehend. I will go outside right now and tell your husband everything. I will then assist him in finding Ichigo and I will volunteer to hold him down while Urahara-san strikes the killing blow. I will, of course, miss having him in my bed but at least this crazy obsession of mine will end. You see, Yoruichi-san, the question now becomes…do you want Ichigo to die?”

Yoruichi stared into the black eyes of her nemesis and knew at that moment that Rukia was telling the truth. She would allow him to die for the sake of her jealousy. “This is insane, Rukia!” She said disbelievingly.

“Will you let him die, Yoruichi?” Rukia asked serenely.

Yoruichi stared hard at her clenched hands, before raising her eyes to Rukia. Gone was the playful vixen and in her place was a creature so cold and deadly that it gave even Rukia a chill of foreboding. “You will regret this day, Kuchiki Rukia. I have been very lenient with you thus far but you have now crossed the line. Know this, you insignificant fool, one day-when you least expect it-all hell is going to rain down upon your head. When that day comes, you will know why.”

Rukia smirked at the quietly intoned words, “Now that the dire warnings are out of the way, how much is this acquisition going to cost me?”

“I have plenty of money, you little witch, but I know I have to get something from you to allay my husband’s suspicions. I’ll take your residence in Edo and 5000 kobans in exchange for Ichigo’s contract.” Yoruichi said with a scowl. “Kisuke would not be fooled if I sold him for anything less than a fortune.”

Rukia smiled like a contented cat, “I believe we have a deal, Yoruichi-san. Do you want to bring your husband in and tell him the good news while I draw up a temporary contract?”

“So, you want to make sure I can’t back out, ne?” Yoruichi hissed, “Fine, we’ll be back in a few minutes and if you even imply that there is anything more to this than a business deal, I’ll claw your eyes out.”

Rukia’s eyebrows raised in amusement, “Duly noted…”

Yoruichi slammed out of the house and did her best to calm down before she got to the barn. “Kisuke!” she barked.

“Yes, dear?” the lazy man drawled from his prone position on top of a horse blanket.

“Come inside with me, Rukia and I have come to an agreement regarding Ichigo’s contract and I want you to witness our signatures.”

Kisuke sat up, surprise evident in every feature, “You’re selling Ichigo’s contract?” he asked disbelievingly?

“Yes!” she snapped, “Now will you get your lazy ass up and come inside?”

“For this momentous occasion, I could definitely be persuaded to postpone my nap! So…wifey…what made you give up your favorite little boy toy?”

“Because, you jack ass, since I can’t have him anymore, I might as well get the temptation away from me. Besides, she’s paying me a fortune for him.” Yoruichi finally let a little grin slip at the information, “Her house in Edo plus 5000 kobans in addition to the 1200 that Rangiku-san brought me yesterday!

Kisuke whistled in appreciation of the huge sum. “That’s quite a bit, Yorui-chan,” he rubbed his stubbly chin as if he were deep in thought, “Hmmm…perhaps I should have a go at the boy before we sign the papers…”

“Pervert!” the cat-like woman screeched as she hit the blonde once more in his sensitive nose. “Don’t talk like that anymore…I don’t want people know I’m married to a deviant!”

“But dearest, you own a whore house and try out every man in the place…and sometimes the women…why am I considered the deviant in our relationship…” he whined. A well-placed whack to the back of the head silenced him.

“Because, baka, you’re a man and…GAH! Just because, you fool! Now shut up and let’s go.”

“Yes, my sweet vision of feminine fragility…” WHACK!

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The worries of the day were quickly forgotten as man and horse flew across the meadow. Diablo’s powerful hooves pounded against the trembling earth until man and beast were both exhausted. It was an unseasonably hot, spring day so when the pair came to the river, Ichigo pulled his friend to a halt. He removed the cumbersome tack from Diablo and let him loose to explore as he wished. The beautiful animal waded belly deep into the river, drank his fill, and then walked to the other side to graze on the lush, green grass. Ichigo watched him for a while and then decided that the river was too inviting to pass up. He made sure that he was alone and peeled off his sweaty clothes. Ichigo dove head-first into the swift river and let it carry him a short distance until he found a small pool out of the river’s current. It had a sandy bottom and when he sat down, the water came up to his chest. He leaned against the soft, river bank and closed his eyes with a sigh of contentment.

The first thought to enter his head was, I wonder if Rukia’s home yet? He then immediately wondered why he would have such a stupid thought. He opened his eyes but saw nothing as he delved into his mind. Might as well get this sorted out since I’m just gonna be thinking about her anyway…

Ichigo wanted so badly to say that what he was feeling was not real, but he’d never been one to lie to himself. He’d never felt this way before and it was downright frightening. So, what did he feel? Is this love…obsession…both? Ichigo didn’t know the answer, he only knew that when he was without her, a part of him was missing-a big part. He wanted to spend every waking moment with her but forced himself to stay away. He wanted so much more from her than to be her whore…he wanted to be her man. He wanted to stand proudly beside her and let every other man within shouting distance know that she was his. But what kind of man would he be if he didn’t even have the guts to tell her about his feelings? A fucking pussy, that’s what kind, the snickering voice in his head supplied. I should just do it, he thought, I need to quit acting like a bitch and just tell her what I’m thinking. Hell, all she can do is laugh in my face! That thought almost weakened his resolve. Kurosaki Ichigo could take many things in this world, but mockery wasn’t one of them. “Aahhhh,” he groaned, “Why can’t I just man up and tell her?” he shouted to the sky.

The heavens offered him no answers and Ichigo decided that he’d put off the inevitable for long enough. He got out of the water and let the sun dry his body before slipping back into his clothes. As he tacked up Diablo and headed back to the villa with only one thought running through his mind, Please don’t let her laugh at me…

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Dusk had already begun to fall as Ichigo returned from his ride. The whole ride back, he’d had been rehearsing just what he’d say to Rukia…if the opportunity presented itself, of course. Ichigo brushed and fed Diablo while running different scenarios through his mind and when he finally decided that procrastination would get him nowhere, Ichigo began making his way to the house. Still silently rehearsing, he entered the front door and stopped dead in his tracks at the voices he heard drifting out of Rukia’s study. Urahara Kisuke. Here. Now. What the HELL is that sonuva bitch doin’ here? he thought angrily. When he heard Yoruichi’s husky voice as well, he figured out what was going on. Yoruichi had said she would drop by tonight and talk to Rukia so Kisuke must have tagged along. Che…bastard probably just followed her to make sure she doesn’t get near me. Ichigo’s attempt to sneak past the study met with dismal failure as he heard that annoying freak call his name.

“Kurosaaaaaaki-saaaan…yoo hooooo…we know you’re out there!” The perpetually cheerful prick practically sang, “Why don’t you come in here, m’boy, and have a talk with us adults?”

Ichigo gritted his teeth at the condescending language and took a deep breath to calm his mind. As much as he hated the thought of being anywhere in the vicinity of the ‘couple from hell’, he knew he really didn’t have any choice in the matter. He would suck it up as he always did and act like the dutiful slave that he was.

Ichigo opened the study door and bowed to the occupants of the room. “Urahara-san, Yoruichi-san, it’s nice to see you both. Please forgive my appearance; I’ve been riding all day. I was actually trying to make it upstairs to have a bath before I came around anyone but I suppose it’s too late now.”

Before Ichigo knew what was happening, Kisuke stood up and walked purposefully toward the younger man. He peered at Ichigo from below the brim of his ridiculous, green-striped hat, “Kurosaki-san…I just wanted you to know that…I always liked you,” he said melodramatically before wiping a tear from his eye. “I just didn’t like how much my wife likes you.”

Ichigo’s eyes were round as saucers as he looked toward Rukia and Yoruichi for rescue from the dangerous idiot before him. Kisuke went so far as to put his hands on Ichigo’s shoulders which completely freaked the younger man out.

“It’s not that I’m a jealous man…” Kisuke continued, “We have both had our indiscretions from time to time, after all. The thing is, Ichigo, she always treated you differently from the others…like there was something special about you. I simply couldn’t let her love anyone more than she loved me!” he whined.

“U-Urahara-san,” Ichigo stuttered as his face heated in embarassement, “You really don’t…I mean, there’s no reason to get into all of this right now…”

“Kurosaki-san!” The dramatic man suddenly shouted and slapped the palm of his hand to his forehead, “Of COURSE not! What am I thinking…come now, let’s get you up to that tub of hot, soapy water and uncle Kisuke will help you wash that nice, hard body of yours including that big, thick…” WHACK!

This time, Yoruichi’s blow laid him out cold on Rukia’s floor. She turned with an apologetic shrug to Ichigo, “Sorry, Ichigo…you know my husband’s a damn fool. Just ignore him.”

Ichigo was looking between the two of them like a gaping fish before finally finding words that were appropriate for the situation, “What the hell Yoruichi! Did you give him drugs or something? He’s never been that much of a freak before!”

Yoruichi slung the unconscious form of her husband over her shoulder, “Ummm…yeah, I did slip him something earlier…must have had an odd effect on him.” She nervously cleared her throat, “Well, sorry to run but I’ve gotta be on my way.” As Yoruichi flounced out of the study with Kisuke snoring blissfully, she turned to look at Ichigo, “Ichigo…goodbye.” The regret in her voice was confusing but Ichigo just waved absently to her and shut the door. What a weird, damn day, he thought testily.

When he turned back to Rukia, she was staring at him with an inscrutable expression on her beautiful face. “Are you sad to see her go, Ichigo?”

Slightly startled to hear that question come out of Rukia’s mouth, Ichigo snorted in amusement, “Why would you think that…do I SEEM sad?”

Rukia looked him over for a moment and gave a small smile before answering, “No, you don’t, however looks can be deceiving.” The lovely demon turned away from the gorgeous male to compose her thoughts. She had been so angry earlier…throughout the entire meeting with Yoruichi, she’d been barely restraining the urge to rip her purple hair out and now, with the appearance of this young man, Rukia could feel all of her righteous indignation melting away.

Why, Rukia thought, why do I have to be so weak where this human is concerned? It had taken all of her considerable acting skills to fool Yoruichi earlier…but it had worked. As far as Yoruichi knew, Rukia was a cold-hearted, demon bitch who could kill him as if he were nothing. She could ever let anyone hurt Ichigo…she would’ve fed that blonde fool his own heart had he tried. Rukia couldn’t ever remember feeling so protective over another creature before and the irony of a possessive, protective demon was not lost on her. Rukia struggled to find some of her earlier fury so that she could do what needed to be done.

Before she could work towards that goal, however, a very somber-looking Ichigo approached her, “Rukia…could you sit down for a few minutes? There’s something I really need to tell you.”

Rukia sat down and looked quizzically at him, “Ichigo…what is it?” Ichigo walked away from the chair and began pacing near the window. He stopped to stare at the beautiful woman before him and sent up a silent prayer to whoever was listening that she didn’t mock him.

He resumed his pacing, “Rukia…I-I’ve been thinking about a lot of things lately. Actually, the reason I went on the ride today was to try and NOT think but I ended up doing it any way. I guess you’ve noticed that I’ve been kinda…distant around you-ahhh, at least when we’re not in bed…Well, the reason I’ve been acting that way is because I was trying to protect myself.” Ichigo sent a quick glance Rukia’s direction before rushing and sometimes, stumbling through his explanation, “I’ve been having these…feelings…for you and I didn’t know what they meant or what to do with them. I know it probably sounds stupid since we met only a short while ago, but I feel like I’ve known you forever. Everything I know about you, I like it! You’ve got this kick-ass violent streak in you that makes me so fuckin’ hot I can’t see straight and… anytime I’m away from you I feel like a part of me is missing,” he finished quietly.

Another look towards Rukia revealed her very bewildered expression. He looked quickly away and gathered the courage to continue, “So anyway, I was having these feelings for you and I knew that it was wrong because I’m Yoruichi’s slave and I know she’d never let me go. Her slaves aren’t allowed to feel things for clients-especially ME, so I tried very hard to stay away from you. I thought that if I could just do my job like I always had before, then it would all go away…but it hasn’t. So I went out today to try not to think about you and the only thing I did was think about you. I finally just gave up and did my best to figure this entire thing out.”

Ichigo stopped again and looked deep into disbelieving sapphire eyes. “Rukia…the only thing I came up with is that I must…love you.”

Rukia gasped at those words and shot up from her chair-it seemed it was Rukia’s turn to do the pacing.

Rukia looked as panicked as he felt so Ichigo did his best to diffuse the situation, Well, at least she’s not laughing at you, dumbass, Ichigo thought, she does however look like she’s going to be sick. “Rukia…I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything…I’m such an idiot! Look, I’m sorry, please just forget I said that…”

Rukia felt as though her world had been turned upside down. He loves me? How can that be? I’m a demon and I was planning to cause him immeasurable pain tonight…how could he possibly have such feelings for me?

“Ichigo…” Rukia asked, “How can you say something like that about me…you barely know me…you have no idea what I…”

Ichigo sat down hard in Rukia’s recently vacated chair. He tangled his hands in his hair as he looked down and closed his eyes. When he looked back up, Rukia saw the raw emotion written on his every feature, “I honestly don’t know…I’ve been trying to work all of this out in my head but the only experience I’ve had with love has been for my family so I’m just not sure what it feels like. That was just my best guess…but don’t worry! It’s not like I expect you to return my feelings or anything. I mean, I know I’m just a…a toy to you.”

The defeated look in his eyes nearly brought Rukia to her knees…if only he knew that she’d been fighting her own unorthodox feelings for him! She could never tell him that though-she could never give anyone that kind of power over her…and yet, here he was giving her such power over him!

“I could never expect a beautiful, sophisticated woman like you to feel anything more than lust for me…I-I accept that. I know what women want from me and I always try to give it to them, it’s just that with you-for you-I wanted to be more. I’ve been driving myself crazy with wanting things that I can never have but I couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore…I had to tell you-no matter what you might think of me.”

No, no, no, no! Why did he have to say these things tonight! Rukia thought desperately, What do I do? She wanted so badly to dismiss him and his feelings…to mock him for having the temerity to admit such things to her-Kuchiki Rukia! She just…couldn’t. He looked so vulnerable right now. She decided there was only one thing she could do…

She decided to tell him the truth…about everything. Rukia swore that if he showed the slightest twinge of regret for no longer belonging to that slut, all hell would break loose. She would definitely have the rage needed to punish him for his misdeeds, so either way he reacted, Rukia was ready.

“Ichigo,” she said while facing the darkened window, “There’s something you should know.” When he didn’t reply, Rukia turned around to face him.

Ichigo stared back at her from the chair, hope apparent on his face, “What is it, aijin?”

“Well, I suppose there’s really no delicate way to say this.”

At those words, Ichigo’s face fell into disappointment. For a minute he thought she might confess to having feelings for him too…

“Ichigo, you belong to me now. You are my possession.”

Nothing she could’ve said would have shocked him more. Ichigo’s brows furrowed in confusion, “Ahhh…not that I would mind being your possession but…what do you mean, I belong to you?”

“I mean exactly what I said. You belong to me. Yoruichi and I worked out all the particulars tonight and signed preliminary papers. As of tonight, you will never be allowed to touch that Shihoin whore ever again.”

A small smile worked its way onto Ichigo’s face, “Let me get this straight…Yoruichi sold my contract to you? Is that right? She will have no rights to me at all?”

“Yes, that’s exactly right.” Rukia replied.

“You’re serious, aren’t you? You actually got her to let me go.” He said wonderingly.

Rukia was caught by surprise when a laughing Ichigo pulled her to him for a hug, “I can’t believe it…” His huge grin threatened to split his face as he looked down at the small woman in his arms, “How did you manage to do it…NO! Never mind, I don’t care. All I know is that you’re amazing!” He said while swinging her around like a child.

Rukia could not believe the reaction her words had wrought in Ichigo. It was like he had been set free. She couldn’t see any trace of regret or sadness anywhere on his face-in fact, the only thing she saw was overwhelming…happiness. His joviality was proving to be infectious as Rukia found herself laughing along with him. She shook her head at the beautiful creature before her, “I can’t believe you’re so happy about this…I assumed you’d be sad or something.”

“Sad! You silly woman…I just practically gave you my heart to stomp at your discretion and you thought I’d be sad that I belong to you? That was what seemed so hopeless to me…I didn’t think Yoruichi would ever release me!” Ichigo’s mood sobered as he had another thought, “But, what about my little sisters? Is she going to be kicking them out and what about their party?”

“We talked about them as well. I will be assuming responsibility for their care after this party. Yoruichi wished to attend this final function for them and then we will be finding them a new residence…in Kyoto, perhaps.”

“You understand that they don’t know what I am…will you keep that secret?” Ichigo asked worriedly.

“Of course, Ichigo. All they will know is that I hired you to become my personal protector so you’ll have to live with me…we’ll tell them there is some kind of threat to me because of my status as a Kuchiki.”

“That sounds plausible, I guess…but they can really never know.”

“They won’t…I’ll make sure of it. I’ll also allow you to make all decisions regarding their care…I will just pay for whatever they need. How does that sound?”

“It sounds too good to be true…you sound too good to be true.” He hugged her close and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead.

The intimacy and unreality of the situation was unnerving to Rukia. She was a blood demon for heaven’s sake…not some whimsical human! Rukia pulled away from him and turned to stare out into the dark night. “Ichigo, I’m glad that you’re happy about our situation, but there is more to know. There will be rules to our…relationship…that you must abide by no matter what.”

“Anything, Rukia…I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy with me,” he replied earnestly.

“That’s good because if you don’t, there will be consequences. Let me just say that Shihoin Yoruichi’s idea of punishment and mine will be very different. You don’t know me very well but I can be rather…brutal…when crossed, so I want you to be very careful not to do so.”

Ichigo smiled and nodded, “I understand, aijin. What are your rules?”

“They’re quite simple, actually. You will never touch another woman again-your sisters notwithstanding; If someone tries to touch you or proposition you, you must extricate yourself from that situation immediately; you must always be honest with me…I will not tolerate deception. I expect complete loyalty from you; you are to always be near me and if I need you for any reason, you will aide me to the best of your ability; what I do is my business and you are not allowed to interfere with me; Finally, you are mine for as long as I choose to keep you. Other than those rules, you are free to do as you please. You will be allowed to come and go as you please and your name will be added to all of my merchant accounts should you ever need or want anything. As long as you follow my rules, then you and your sisters will never want for anything.”

Ichigo walked up behind her and enveloped her small form in his arms spoke in that deep, hypnotic voice that Rukia loved, “I don’t think any of that is going to be a problem…I don’t want to touch or be touched by anyone but you. I can’t believe everything that’s happened today…I’m still astonished that Yoruichi let me go. How did you get her to agree to it?” Rukia closed her eyes and leaned back into his hard chest.

“I wish you hadn’t asked me that, but since you did, I guess it’s time.” Rukia stepped out of his embrace and turned around to face him. She knew that her anger was still bubbling beneath the surface and it was likely to boil over onto him. She really didn’t want to hurt him but she knew that sometimes, lessons were best learned painfully, “I told her that I would let Kisuke kill you if she didn’t sell me your contract.”

“What do you mean? Why would he kill me?”

“Because of what you did the night before you came here.” Rukia watched closely as comprehension slowly dawned on his beautiful face. It was followed quickly by guilt as he looked down and turned away from her.

“Rukia…I-I don’t know what to say.”

“As much as I fear knowing this…one of my rules is that you be completely honest with me. So, did you sleep with her only because she was your master or did you want her?”

Ichigo couldn’t look her in the eyes when he answered, “Not exactly. I mean, I didn’t really want to do it but I was so…well, you had just left me and I was still…aroused. She was my master and she wouldn’t have taken no for an answer but I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy it. I know you don’t want to hear this but I told you I’d be honest with you…when I was with her…all I could think about was you.” Ichigo finally met her furious gaze, “I’m so sorry, Rukia.”

Thinking about that bitch’s hands roaming over his hard body and him enjoying it sent her reeling. When he apologized for fucking her, Rukia snapped and delivered a vicious backhand to his face. “You’re sorry,” she hissed. “You had that slut moments after I left…and you say you were thinking of me while you fucked her and to make it worse, you slept with me the very next night? I’m supposed to be ok with that?”

“No, you’re not…I was wrong but I didn’t want her so I had to think of you to please her…” Another fierce slap stopped him mid-sentence.

“I believe I told you that my punishments would be much worse than Yoruichi’s…so do you honestly think I’m going to let this end with a couple of little slaps?”

Ichigo wasn’t sure what to say or do in the face of her fury. If she felt half of what he felt for her then he knew that finding this out would be a huge blow to her, so he was doing his best to let her vent without reprisal. He was trying very hard to keep from getting angry but she was hitting harder than a full grown man! “Rukia, I don’t know what to tell you other than it will never happen again. I don’t want anyone but you and that is the truth.”

Rukia walked slowly up to him and pushed him backwards. He backed up a step and she pushed him again, “Rukia…what do you-” He was silenced with a well-placed sternal jab that left him gasping for breath as she shoved him into a chair.

“You speak only when spoken to, whore.” When she saw the quick flash of pain in his eyes that her words caused, she felt a twinge of regret, He must understand that I am his master…I have to do this-I have to make him understand.

“When this night is over, you will know that I am your master in every way. Take your shirt off.” As if in a daze, Ichigo complied with her order. “If you resist in any way, this will be made much worse for you, do you understand?” he nodded and Rukia straddled his thighs. She lightly ran her hands down his neck and chest, then up his sides.”Don’t move,” she whispered as she dug her elongated nails in between the top part of his ribs. He gasped in pain and dug his own nails into the arms of the chair as Rukia raked her now half inch nails through his flesh. She made sure not to hit any organs, but she knew that the marks she made tonight would stay with him forever. She was claiming him and they both knew it. Her marks ended right beneath his powerful chest muscles and the picture he presented stirred her lust. As his blood flowed over then both, she could feel herself getting wet for him however she wasn’t quite finished with his punishment yet. Rukia stood up and began peeling the clothes from her body.

She decided to leave on the silky negligee she had imported from France, but nothing else. She watched as his eyes devoured her and his pain was replaced with lust. “Like what you see, okiniiri?” Ichigo nodded slightly but never took his eyes off of her. “But my breasts aren’t large like Yoruichi’s,” she said coldly.

Ichigo’s head snapped up as though she’d hit him again, “You are perfect…that woman could never compare to you.”

Rukia smiled at that and straddled his thighs once more, “Good boy.” She ground herself against him as she took his mouth in a forceful kiss. Ichigo tried to put his hands on her waist but she grabbed his hands and pinned them to the chair. “You don’t touch me unless I say you can touch me.” She pressed even harder on his mouth and tasted his intoxicating blood in her mouth, “Gods I love how you taste…” Rukia pushed the material off of her breasts and rubbed her bloody hands all over them. She guided one to Ichigo’s eager mouth and licked her fingers clean while he sucked her nipple. The combination of his mouth on her, the taste of his blood, and the feel of his huge cock grinding against her had Rukia moaning in anticipation. “Ichigo,” she panted as she reached between them and unbuttoned his pants to free his throbbing length. She screamed as she sank down on him and felt him pulse inside her body.

Everything in Ichigo wanted to grab her and fuck her senseless, but he knew he had to follow her rules. He didn’t want her to change her mind and he was so afraid that she was angry enough to do just that. So he let her ride him any way she wanted to. His hands were white from gripping the chair so hard but that didn’t matter…nothing mattered except pleasing Rukia. Even though he couldn’t use his hands, Ichigo knew how to move his hips to give her maximum pleasure. He angled his hips so that the next time she fell, he would hit her most erogenous place. When she came down hard on him, she wasn’t expecting the intense rush of pleasure that hit her and she came with a scream. Ichigo felt his own orgasm coming when Rukia reached down and gripped him hard around the base of his penis, “Uh, uh, uh…you won’t be cumming tonight, Ichigo. No matter how horny you get, I’m not going to let you. I’m still punishing you and it won’t be over until I say it’s over.”

Ichigo was actually panting with need but still he nodded in agreement, “I understand…whatever I have to do to make this right…”

Rukia grabbed him by the back of the neck and dug her nails in, “Did I say that you could speak, whore?” Ichigo’s eyes dimmed at her rebuke and he shook his head. “Then I suggest you keep quiet, ne?”

Rukia got off of him and made her way over to the bed. She sat down and motioned for Ichigo to join her. “I want you to make me cum again…over and over until I can’t take anymore. The more you please me the more inclined I might be to allow you to cum.”

Her words reignited the fire in his eyes as he set to work on her body. Four hours and numerous orgasms later, Rukia finally allowed Ichigo’s release and the two of them fell into an exhausted slumber.