Sex with a Beast

Hour Four

Once again I've gotten myself into another situation. I don't really know what happen after I passed out from that mind blowing round of pleasure, but I know one thing for sure. He has me acting out one of his sick fantasies. How do I know this? Well, for one I'm tied to the bed in a maid's uniform. You know the kind with the black and white ruffles and the super short skirt that shows way more than you want to be seen? Yeah, that's how I figured it out. The pervert even told me word for freaking word each one of his dirty whims and that he was going to get me to do them. Know what I told him? Well let's just say that what I said wasn't very nice and leave it at that shall we?

So here I am tied to the bed post spread eagle style and having no way to get loose. I could scream my head off for him to release me but I know it would just be a waste of time. With being incredibly sexy, he can be incredibly stubborn as well in getting what he wants. That could be one of the reasons why I love the bastard so much. It is one of his many good qualities after all. But who am I kidding? I know I want this to happen. That I'm willing to live each and every one of his many dreams. No matter how embarrassing and perverted they may be and he knows it too. So I guess I'll just lay here and wait for him to come and do as he pleases. Hell, not like I have a choice in the matter though.

Click. Clack.

Click. Clack.

Click. Clack.

That's what I'm hearing repeatedly. They sound like shoes hitting against the wood floor. Each step getting closer and closer. To some this would seem kind of intimidating, but the sound is still nerve-racking. Finally the footfalls stop and cease in front of the door. I tense when no movements come from behind the entrance. What is he waiting for? Come in already! Then like he heard my silent command the door opens and HE steps inside. I let loose the breath I didn't realize I was holding and look up at the intruder. We stare each other down, neither one of us backing down. Then he smirks all of the sudden. Like there's something he knows and I don't.

While we keep our gazes fixed upon each other I look him over. This is how I know that he has something up his sleeve from the way his dressed. He's wearing a pair of black slacks and a blue button up shirt that's not tucked in. Over that is a black jacket that goes with it. Lastly he had on some shiny black leather shoes (which explain all that clicking and clacking) and a silver necklace. He looked kind of like one of those men who are not afraid to use any means necessary. But he looked sexy either way.

"Well, what do we have here? It seems my dirty little maid is in need of another punishment, hmm." He says as he walks toward me until he is standing right in front of me.

"Grimmjow you have two seconds before I kick your a-." SMACK!

"Oww! That hurt da-!" SMACK!

"Oww…!"

"That's Master to you servant and I suggest you don't forget it." He husks out as he rubs my abused behind.

"Yes Master." I concede.

"Good, now it's time for your punishment Ichigo. You've been very naughty lately and I think it's about time I took things back under control, don't you think?" I don't say anything; I wonder how badly I can piss him off by being disobedient.

"I believe I asked you a question." He stares at me daring me to disobey with a gleam in his eyes. Once again I do not reply, seeing how far I can push my luck. But I already know that I've pushed my limits.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. This just won't do. But don't fret I know just how to get bad kittens like you back in check." Oh what's he going to do tickle me with the feather duster? Spank me? Wait a minute I think I'd rather be tickled once you think about it. Those last couple of smacks stung like hell.

Getting up, Grimmjow moves toward the closet and opens the door. What is he up to now? It's not long before he's back with a black bag rattling with items. I watch as he sets it on the bed and starts going through it. He takes his time and looks up at me every now and again. This is so flipping frustrating and he knows it. Seriously I mean I can purposely tell that he is doing it to piss me off and keep me on edge.

Finally after what felt like eternity, he decides on what he wants. W-what the hell is that? My eyes widen in disbelief. He smirks when he sees my expression.

"What's wrong servant? You're not scared of these little toys are you?" Little toys my ass, does he have any idea what he chose? In his hand is a huge vibrator, a bottle of lube, a cock ring, and a pair of nipple clamps. There is NO way in hell he's using those on me! I start struggling against my bonds, but he wouldn't have any of that so he smacks me with a paddle. Where did that even come from! I stay still as he gets to works.

First, he leans me up so he can attach the clamps to both my nipples and then he lays me back down on the bed, but with my upper body lying flat and my lower in the air. To tell the truth, clamps aren't that bad actually once you get use to them. Next he puts grabs the cock ring and slips it around my erection. Biting my lip, I try not to cry out from the feeling of being constricted. Finally, he lubes that monster of a vibrator up and shoves it fully inside me, making me scream when it hit my spot. Standing up he looks at his handy work and smirks at what he's reduced me to.

"Don't worry Ichi you'll like this…" and that's when the vibrations begun. I tried to fight against it but it was too much, so I just lay there, jerking and shivering and crying out in pleasure while he watches for several moments.

"I'll be back in a few hours after I take care of some things but until then I'll leave you here to get acquainted with your new toy." He says while moving towards the door.

"Have fun…"And the door shuts with a click…