Restrained Pleasure

The feeling of being dominated was not something he had been accustomed to experiencing. Having his ass kicked? Yes, although he would deny it vehemently that such had ever happened. The ecstasy of a powerful release? Oh definitely. The joyous taste of the one he had dominated blood in his mouth? He could damn near taste it just thinking about it. But before he had met his current mate, never had HE experienced being the one Dominated. And the worse part of it all, was how much he damn well enjoyed it. So much so, that when the nuzzling and silent plays started, his body willing (he would even dare to say excitedly) submitted with hardly a fight anymore.

Fingers gently glided over him, sending tingles of delightful twittering. The soft scrape of nails against his skin caused him to shiver at their promise of both violence and, only for him, pleasure. Still, there was a danger. A small flex of muscle would have those nails renting into his body, and the mere thought caused him to shiver slightly and his aching arousal to twitch. Yes, those fingers were eight little devils flanked on one side of each hand by a demon. However, it wasn't the digits attached to those powerful hands, hands that could both protect and destroy, that caused his back to arch and his body to release for the second time this evening, and they hadn't even gotten to the sex part yet. No, it was those teeth, hot tongue, and soft lips that had him letting out a load moan as white semen splattered across his already stained thighs and chest. Those teeth that nipped ever so delightfully across his chest, leaving a small trail of blood as they penetrated his skin just enough to give him a shot of both delightful pleasure and mild delicious pain that reminded him he was alive. He could feel those lips smirking against his skin before moving up to latch onto a nipple and those teeth teased the bud.

He lay there panting and tried to pull those lips away from him, but was pulled up short as his hands made it all of two millimetres before the fabric of his own belt caught against the frame of the bed he was tied to. The best he could do was squirm to try and escape that torturous mouth, and all that accomplished was to earn him a sharp nip that sent another round of desire through him that went right down to his groin, causing the deflated shaft to slowly start rising again; an action that was encouraged as nails scrapped along his already scratched and nipped inner things to latch firmly around the half erect flesh and start to tease it. Another moan was pulled from his lips and he squirmed some more, only to be punished by another nip, this one just above the little bud that had recently been the plaything of those dangerous teeth.

The hand wrapped around him continued to stroke him while that mouth moved to his other nipple, teeth, lips and tongue torturing it until his shaft was, once more, fully inflated. The hand left him and he let out a little whimper of need, his hips gyrating into the air in a desperate search for friction. The hand returned shortly and he almost let out a whimper of relief, but it turned into a gasp as the mouth left his nipple and kissed and nipped its way up to his throat. He almost missed the slip of something tight and round sliding up his shaft to nestle against his curls. He tried to jerk away, not wanting it and wanting it all at the same time. His mild effort of evasion was punished by a sharp nip to his throat. His body automatically stilled at the threat of fangs resting just over his jugular, poised to tear his throat out should he resist. The ring was settled in and the hand returned to gently, yet firmly, stroke him, the thumb playing with his overly sensitive tip.

He hated this as much as he loved it; how his lover and mate could work him into a needy, whimpering frenzy and could coax release after release out of him without even the need to fuck him. Not that he couldn't return the favour when it was his turn on top, but he had to give in to the imagination his mate had at finding new and impressive ways to sexually and pleasurably torment him.

The teeth latched onto his throat loosened and the hot, moist tongue belonging to that sinful mouth lapped up the few droplets of blood that had began to bead where the teeth had sank through. Up his throat they traveled, nipping, kissing and licking their way to the corner of his mouth before finishing their long journey, one that had started what seemed almost a lifetime ago on his feet, by forcing his lips apart and diving into his own cavern.

He could taste the faint metallic flavour of his own blood mingled with that of the natural flavour of the one dominating him. He damn near might have cum there again, but the ring held it back and he whimpered into the mouth clamped over his, hips thrusting up into a hand that retreated, leaving him un-stimulated and desperate for touch as the only part of them now touching as their lips and tongues. He couldn't help it, he whimpered pathetically wanting, NEEDING that stimulation on his body. The air was simply not enough friction. He needed more, wanted more, would do damn near anything for more. He loved it and hated it all at the same time.

His mate knew just how long to let him suffer and just when his pleasure was about to turn into frustrated rage, the hand returned, this time slick with lube as it trailed from the tip of his sex, down his shaft, over his sacks, and probed the entrance into his body. The first finger slipped into him without much resistance, his tunnel was well stretched from multiple matings in the past. It was the second finger working it's way in that felt uncomfortable, but in an oddly pleasurable way. With two fingers now inside of him, they tunnelled deeper, probing. The tip of the longest one found the pleasure spot inside of him and his back arched off of the bed as his overly stimulated body exploded into a cascading firework of lights that refused to stop. The ring kept him up, prevented him from releasing, and he damn well would have released.

His mate's body moved on top of his, keeping him further pinned as those fingers started to thrust inside of him and scissor, widening the hole that would soon be as plundered as his mouth. The hand not assaulting him attacked a nipple and the mouth covering his had moved back down to his throat, giving him breathing room to pant as the stimulation worked him into a frenzy.

He struggled hard against his restraints now, wanting to gain as much friction between their bodies as he could, to get that damn ring off so he could explode in pleasure. This time he was permitted to squirm, the teeth and lips against his throat widening in an amused grin even while those fingers inside of him increased their pace.

He let out another whimper as they were suddenly removed and he was left feeling empty. The body half pinning his retreated, giving him a small breather as he lay on the bed he was tied to; skin glistening in sweat, body trembling, shaft twitching and standing up like a flagpole from a nest of powder blue curls, and mouth panting. He was not left unattended for long.

His Mate's touch returned shortly, settling between his legs and pulling their skin flush together. He lifted his hips so that the pillow could be set under them, relishing the feeling of those powerful, calloused hands squeezing and massaging his ass cheeks. The tip of his lover's shaft probed his slicked entrance, testing it before slowly pushing its way in until the tip was fully in. It was here that his Mate paused, shifting about a bit and lining up a bit better. Finally appeased with the angle, his partner thrust all the way in with a quick motion, pulling a pained hissed from his lips at the intrusion.

He hated this part. No amount of preparation ever took all of the sting away, but it was worth it. Like all great things in life, a little pain was needed to reach the highest levels. After giving him a moment to adjust, his partner started slowly at first before quickly picking up the pace. The sharp sting was long gone, nothing more than a forgotten memory as the friction between their bodies sent pleasure racing up his spine to explode throughout the rest of his body. It hadn't taken long for his Mate to find his prostate.

With his hands strapped above his head, he could do nothing but writhe and moan beneath his Mate, his body on display to be tormented, and he was tormented. Every nerve in his body was screaming in pleasure. That mouth continued to lavish attention to his own mouth and neck, the tongue rough against his skin as the lips were soft. The teeth pricked and occasionally broke through the skin on his neck, only for the slight pain to be soothed away buy gentle licks and kisses. The taste of his own blood teased his mouth when their mouths meet.

A strong and steady pace settled between them and he rose his own hip up to meet the downwards thrust of his lover, desperately seeking more friction and more stimulation. The sound of skin slapping and breath moaning filled the room as they raced together towards the overwhelming peek of ultimate pleasure, a peek that was held back by the ring still nestled against his sacks.

"Ring…." he whimpered, desperately wanting it off. If he didn't get to release soon he was going to explode, or go insane.

His plea was ignored, in fact, his lover changed position slightly and nailed him even harder, faster, and more dead on, causing him to howl in pleasure. He struggled against his restraints violently now, wanting to both pull his Mate closer and push him away at the same time.

He felt the smirk of those lips against his throat and he felt a hand wrap around his shaft and begin to stroke it, sending even more stimulation to his over stimulated body. His skin positively glistened in the lamp light from the sheen of sweat that coated his body. He was damn near hyperventilating as the pleasure caused every muscle in his body to damn near seize.

"Oh fuck," he panted, thrusting desperately into that hand, his ass meeting the hips of his lover.

Just when he didn't think he could take anymore, when he was about ready to pant and plead desperately for release, when his vision was black with pleasure, the hand stroking him suddenly slipped away, taking the ring with it. It only took two thrust for him to explode, his semen coating both of their chest and his body convulsing. His fangs bit deep into his lovers shoulder to quell his scream of released lust, the taste of hybrid blood singing across his taste buds and reiatsu.

Above him, his Mate groaned and shudder. He felt his insides fill with semen and his own shoulder stung as teeth tore into it as they both muffled their pleasured screams. Eventually the last spurts of cum was milked from them and their bodies went from rigid with release to flaccid in after sex relaxation. He felt the warm and wet tongue of his lover sooth the deep bite in his shoulder, a favour he repaid. His restraints were released and he brought his arms down to wrap around his lover's back, holding him close.

"Ichi-nii, we are home!" came a call from downstairs.

Both bodies froze and widened eyes darted towards the open door to Ichigo's room before looking at the clock, indicating it was far later than either one of them had expected.

"Shit," the both cursed as they damn near flung themselves away from each other, Ichigo to the door to slam it shut before his sisters could come up the stairs and Grimmjow towards the pile of scattered clothing, desperately trying to find his own amongst the pile of garments.

"Next time, we do this at my den," he growled.

"It's your turn on top next anyhow," Ichigo shrugged, not bothering to argue. "Think you can beat that?" the teen taunted.

"What do you think?" he smirked dangerous at his lover, pleased with the shiver that Ichigo gave off.

"Ichi-nii?" Yuzu called again.

"I'll be right down Yuzu," he called. "See you tomorrow night?" Ichigo questioned as he pulled on a clean pair of shorts.

"Better believe it. My place,"

"Sure thing," Ichigo agreed, heading out the door before his sisters could come upstairs looking for him.

"Is he gone?" a meek voice questioned.

"Yeah. What you got for me?" he questioned, turning his attention to the plush lion sneaking out from the closet.

"Oh, I got some good material for you to try out," Kon smirked, pulling out his secret stash of porn for Grimmjow to pursue. He had a promise to keep after all.


Stay tuned for part 2