Chapter two: Blissful Agony

*Edging: approaching the edge of sexual orgasm and withdrawing, usually several times, before finally achieving orgasm. meant to intensify orgasm, and for men, volume of ejaculate and force of ejaculation.*

The rules were simple. All he had to do was not cum. He entered her apartment at 10:00pm. If he made it to midnight without blowing his load, he won. Sounded easy enough. Kenpachi laughed out loud, lifting his shoulders in a casual shrug.

"That all?"

She had no idea who she was fucking with. He had stamina in all things.

Chuckling she returned to the suitcase and retrieved a small bottle of strawberry lubricant, a thick see through cylinder type device, and a small remote.
Kenpachi eyes her suspiciously as she approached the bed again.
She spoke as she prepared things.

"This piece," she held it in front of his face. "Gives off suction and vibration via remote control." Aiko held the remote next, then tucked it into her cleavage to hold. "It has two settings that I can adjust to at any time."

She flipped the cylinder upside down, and popped the tab of the lube. Squeezing a generous amount into the piece she hovered above his cock.

Kenpachi was revving to go, already getting himself mentally prepared. He had this in the bag. When all was said and done, he was going to fuck her unconscious, make her call in sick tomorrow, and fuck her again.
Sensing her pause, his eyes found hers. She was staring at him intently, sporting a sweet innocent smile. He held his breath as she began to slowly circle the head of his dick with the cylinder. Never breaking eye contact, she slowly brought the device over his cock. His breathing was speeding up. It felt good. It was a perfect fit, and slick inside. At least he'd be comfortable.
The cylinder was finally at the base of his penis. Still watching him, she slowly brought it back up and slid it back down.

Kenpachi tried to hold in his grunts. The look she was giving him made his face heat up. She seemed so…fascinated.

Giggling, she made sure the piece was around his entire erection and backed away. She pulled the remote from their place and switched the device on.

Kenpachi hissed as it began to move and suck him. He forced himself to relax, and looked up just in time to see Aiko moving out of the room. Kenpachi lifted his head.

"The fuck you goin now?"

She looked back at him and quirked a brow.
"My show is on. Don't worry I'll be right back." With that she closed the door with a soft click.

He settled back down.

Well ain't that some shit…

He tried to relax himself. The cylinder she put on him was amazing. It buzzed lightly, while the inside squeezed him, lifting up slowly and going back down. He needed to keep himself level. Sighing he looked at a clock over by her desk.

10:30 pm.

He grinned to himself. He just had to made it to twelve. Wouldn't be easy but he was confident-
The device around his erection quickened suddenly. The vibrations increased intensely, while the inside worked his cock up and down much faster. Kenpachi cursed, tensing. It was so unexpected. He couldn't help but squirm as it worked him then came to an abrupt stop.
Panting, his body shuddered. He couldn't be completely grateful for the cease fire. It felt so good, and he had been so close, but he didn't want to lose. All of this would be worth it if she was the prize. He heard about girls into kink before. He wondered what Aiko would do if she was in his place. He would love to use some of those other little toys on her.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the television and her soft laughter.
He grunted and closed his eyes. Ignoring his throbbing erection, his thoughts started to drift again. Clearly, she wasn't the average honor student, but what made her so airy and aloof with the "town psycho" naked, tied up in her bedroom? He tested the rope. It'd take a bit but he could definitely break the if he wanted. How did she know he wouldn't have just shown up at her place, and raped her or some shit? That wasn't his forte but still…streets taught him to trust no one, it was a hard lesson and he learned it fast. Surely, she had someone talk to her about "stranger danger."

Lost in thought, Kenpachi was again surprised when the device started up again. It wasn't as intense as before but worked well enough on his now hypersensitive dick. He hissed, trying to keep his hips from bucking. Again, his eyes wandered to her clock.

Only 10:35pm.

Kenpachi squeezed his eyes shut

Fuuuck...

It didn't take him long to pick up on her pattern. The device would start at a steady pace. Humming gently while it stroked him at an unbearably slow pace. He could hear the lubricant moving around in the cylinder, created lewd squishing sounds, but as soon as he would grow accustomed to the steady tempo, it would change. The cylinder would grip he tightly as it worked his shaft up and down. The vibrations so intense it was making him buck and gasp. It would drag him straight to the very peak, but just before it sent him over the edge, all sensation would stop, leaving him a sweaty, shuddering, mess.

Some time ago he had tried to break free of his bonds. Twisting and yanking until he was sure he had rope burn. His efforts were not fruitful, he was just too weak.
In the beginning, he was gritting his teeth against the pleasure, but now the noises he made were embarrassing. He would pant and groan. When the device continued its slow tempo, he panted and cursed. When the device would increase its ministrations he practically screamed.
It felt like this kept up for hours but when he had a moment he glanced at her clock again.
There was a glimmer of hope. It was 11:36. Less than thirty minutes to go.

Despite his lust hazed exhaustion his confidence began to swell. He could make it through this. He just had to hold on a little while longer.

He mentally steeled himself and waited. And waited. The cylinder hadn't moved. He could no longer hear the television of Aiko's laughter.

Kenpachi felt eyes on him and deliriously turned his head.

It was Aiko. He didn't have long to wonder how long she had been there or how long she was watching. He was distracted taking in her new appearance.
Her long white hair was in a tight, high pony tail. She was wearing a black leather corset, covered with belts, underneath some tight leather underwear. Her thighs were encased in garter stockings covered with leather thigh high heels.

She was leaning innocently in the doorway, smiling. The look she gave him made his cheeks heat up. Mischievous. Lustful. Mysterious.

Kenpachi should have been more concerned with his apparent vulnerability, but his cock overrode any personal concerns he had. She looked drop- dead sexy.
She slowly made her way towards him, hips tilting seductively. He watched her every move. He noticed she was no longer carrying the remote.

She leaned towards him, observing his face, his eyes immediately went to the swell of her breasts in the corset. He licked his lips. Aiko hadn't missed it, her smile widened. She knew what her appearance was doing to him.
She reached her hand towards the cylinder wrapped around his painfully hard dick, and began to slowly lift it off. The cool air hit his hot erection making him close his eyes with a hiss. He was very sensitive.

Aiko finally spoke.

"Did you enjoy yourself Zaraki-san?"

Kenpachi could say nothing, out of breath. She giggled at him and looked at the clock. Her smile replaced with an adorable pout. He followed her eyes.

11:42pm

When he faced her again her expression changed from disappointed, to contemplative, to exited.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling him. Kenpachi was tense. He wanted to see what she had in store but wasn't sure how long he'd last.

Smiling down at him, Aiko moved a hand to her breast and cupped it. Kenpachi's eyes zeroed in on the movement, mouth going dry.
She massaged the mound for a moment, and then slid her hand slowly down her waist, over her hip, over her thighs and to her middle. She slowly pulled her underwear to the side. Kenpachi's dropped his jaw.

She was hairless, and so so wet. He could see her slick as she pulled the fabric away. He licked his lips. He wished he could taste her.

He was hypnotized as he watched her put a finger of the unoccupied hand to her lips and slowly suck, releasing the digit with a pop. She slowly brought the finger to her clitoris. She circled it slowly. Small, soft strokes. She would dip the finger back into her mouth and then bring it back down to continue pleasuring herself.

Kenpachi was paralyzed. His eyes caught every movement. His cock throbbed with a vengeance watching her. Wishing it was his hands. He was unconsciously trying to tug against his restraints just wanted a taste. So bad. His dick was soaked with pre-cum, kicking and bucking, sensing the proximity of her pussy. She was being downright cruel doing this right over him. Her movements picked up a bit making the back of her hand brush against his dick. He hissed and tilted his head back, he looked around desperate for a distraction. His eyes wandered to her clock again.

11:50pm

So close.

He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. It didn't help. He could hear how wet she was. He heard her every movement. The sound of finger rubbing over her slick pussy made his toes curl. He could smell how hot she was, and could feel her body heat. It was unbearable being so close to something you want and not be able to take it. It was throwing his sense of control out of the window and he didn't like it. Or did he? This was messing with his senses. She was messing with his senses. In the back of his mind, he knew. If it was any other girl he would have just walked away, he never would have made a bet, never agreed to be tied down like some bitch...but there was just something in the way she looked at him. There was just something about her presence that made him feel impulsive. It was like an adrenaline rush. It was like he felt before a fight, but more. He couldn't describe it.

Kenpachi had been too distracted. He jolted when he felt a pair of soft lips connect with his own. He snapped back to reality in an instant. He enjoyed her gentle kisses but right now there was something he wanted. Bucking upwards, his body connected with hers making her move upwards causing her to deepen the kiss. Seizing the opportunity he delved his tongue into her mouth. He could taste her on her own lips...and she was sweet.

She released him abruptly, making him growl and pull at his bonds. She smirked at him and began to slid slowly down his body. He could feel the cold leather encasing her body, and the warmth of her exposed skin. He liked that.

She held his gaze as she slid further and further down. Kenpachi had been transfixed until he felt her warm, slick womanhood connect with the head of his cock. He gritted his teeth. Nothing ever hurt so good. Her eyes seemed to intense and she began to rock against him. His tip briefly nestled between her warm folds and then she pulled away. He groaned, trying to lift his body forward after her to feel her warmth on him again, but she pulled further away.

He dared a glance at the clock.

11:55pm

So so close.

She began to slid down a bit more causing her to drag across the head of his penis and down the large vein. Kenpachi arched wanting to feel more. She was so warm. Aiko began to rub herself against him faster. From base to tip, she grew wetter and wetter. It was unbelievable. She was getting faster, finally starting to release some of her sweet moans like before, they were soft, nearly drowned out from the lewd sounds from her soaked. He was thrusting his hips in rhythm with hers. He wanted to reign himself in, there was no way he was going to last long. He began to take deep breaths and squeezed his eyes shut once more.

They weren't closed for long when he heard her moans begin to get more desperate, her movements fast, and wild. Opening his eyes he marveled at her. Somewhere along the way, she had taken down her ponytail or had lost the band. She was sweating, and shaking. The expression on her face was exquisite. She looked desperate, hungry, primal but somehow adorably helpless on the verge of succumbing to pleasure. Kenpachi groaned heatedly, he wanted desperately to see her fall off the edge. His wish was almost granted but she pulled away at the last second, hovering above him once more. He growled at the loss of her perfect heat but continued to watch her. Her eyes were closed, face flushed while she held her underwear to the side and continued to stimulate her clitoros. Instead of using her mouth to lubricate her finger, she used her own juices. She was going faster than before, shaking slightly and jerking her hips into her hands slightly. Kenpachi starting to pant. He was disappointed he couldn't feel her but just watching her was almost too much.

He laid there, wide eyed as she finally fell over the edge. He head tilted back and she let out a long moan, her whole body shaking. Kenpachi felt several spurts of warm wetness land on his cock. He watched and felt the liquid travel over his head, down the shaft and over his balls.

She was a squirter.

His mouth opened and closed in stunned silence. It was all too much. But just as he begun to think there couldn't possibly be more, he saw her panting pleasure hazed form slowly reach for his dripping wet manhood, encircle it and steady move her and up and down. She was jerking him off, using her own juices.

That did it.

Time slowed down. Kenpachi looked Aiko in the eyes, barely having time to analyze the expression on her face. It showed nothing but lust, and desperation. Like she was begging him to cum and without his say so his body complied.

His head snapped back so fast he almost knocked himself out of the headboard. His body tensed and his back arched as he practically roared. His orgasm was abrupt and painfully pleasurable. Her hand continue to work him while he wildly bucked his hips. He released heavy spurts of cum, his climax seemed endless and yet all too brief.

He was panting as he came down from his high, body shaking, barely able to create a coherent thought. Deliriously he turned towards the clock just in time to see the numbers flash from 11:59 to 12:00pm. Kenpachi sighed. He lost.

Shit...

He felt Aiko's delicate hand brush the hair back from his sweaty forehead. She was smiling again. Not her usual mischievous smile, this one was warmer. She kissed his forehead, cheeks, down his scare, his chin, and finally his lips. She was being sweet again. Kenpachi admitted to himself he enjoyed the feeling.
She nuzzled his nose with her own and spoke.

"Don't be disappointed, you were wonderful."

Kenpachi's cheeks went up in flames, turning from her.

Idiot...don't say shit like that after something like this.

She giggled and he felt her leave the bed. He relaxed and closed his eyes for a moment. He knew he lost, but it sure as hell didn't feel like losing. He also knew this would be a pain to explain to his boys. He took a bet and lost, he just knew they were going to want some details...and

Kenpachi was a shit liar.

Aiko returned later with a damp cloth and began to clean him up. He winced as the cold rag brushed against his tender manhood but blocked it out. He was watching Aiko who looked pleased as pie. Sure she won, sure that would men he'd have to tell his crew to leave her friends the fuck alone but what was she gaining from all this? A little dolled up school girl like her? How could she even think something like this up, yet alone enjoy it?

When Aiko was finished she gave Kenpachi another peck on the lips and pulled the rope tied around his wrist. It came loose easily to Kenpachi's frustration. He had been tugging on it for an hour. He sat up and rubbed his red wrist while she moved towards the door. He looked to her questioningly. Was she just really going to leave?

She opened the door but stopped to address him, giving him an adorable smile that made him raise a brow. She looked like a girl would if she was given jewelry or a new car. Not like one who had a man tied down and sexually tortured for an hour.

"That was fun, Zaraki-san. I trust you'll keep up your end of the bargain?"

Kenpachi stared at her like she'd grown two heads. He wasn't growing less and less convinced that this was reality, and this was an extremely fucked up yet extremely hot wet dream. His mouth opened and closed for a moment, not sure of what to say. He simply nodded.

She flashed him a dazzling smile and off she went.

Snapping from his daze he began to clamor after her, but fell partially off the bed. His legs still tied to it. He made quick work of the knot and then headed out.
Still nude, he stomped through her apartment looking for her. He searched every inch of it but could not locate the mysterious woman. Giving up, he returned to her bedroom to dress. He loitered for a moment still not sure what to do. He hoped she would come back, but wasn't sure if he'd know what to say to it.
What she did to him had been insane, it was torture, it was dirty. His mind still couldn't process the events that transpired. On the one hand this daring little minx had used his baser needs against him, had relinquished him of any control he had over the situation which he could not stand. That feeling of helplessness, of weakness that he could not stand all mixed in with an otherworldly amount of pleasure...

It fucked him up.

He hated it...but he wanted more. He didn't want this to be the only time. He didn't want to leave the apartment having experienced something like this and never having it again...never being with her again.

The feeling that he got when she was touching him or looking at him. It was like being hit by lightning. There was something pulling him to her. Sure she was fine as hell, and she had certainly opened him up to something new...but there was something about her.
After a while he deduced that Aiko was not coming home and started for the front door. He fiddled with his cellphone tucked in his pocket wondering if he should text her. Why in the world would she be out this late for no reason? Was she going to see someone? He frowned at that, not really sure why the thought of her with someone else right now made his mood sour. He huffed at himself.

It's not like she's my girl...

He started to opened the front door, pausing as something shiny caught his eye. Dangling on a rope on the doorknob was a key. Kenpachi inspected it. Did she leave without it? Was she expecting him to lock up for her? How would she get back in.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He reached in and pulled it out, he got a text message. From Aiko.

I left you a spare key. Could you lock up for me on your way out? Thanks. See you tomorrow, Jouet de baise ;)

Kenpachi blinked and shook his head. Was she that careless or too trusting? She didn't know him, he could easily rob her blind. He wouldn't of course. He was given jobs by a local Yakuza, he was just a grunt for now. A security detail for some drug dealer. It wasn't ideal but it was better than nothing. He used to enter into some underground fight clubs for reward money, but he developed a bit of a reputation. Hospitalized too many of his opponents, now no one would dare take him on one on one.

Sighing Kenpachi tucked away his phone and complied with her request. He supposed he'd give her back her key tomorrow.

He locked the door and paused for a moment, grin spreading across his face.

He wondered how she would feel about a rematch...