Chapter 8

Though the patrons were already gone, Katen Kyokotsu was far from being empty. The cleaning crew was busily polishing every nook and cranny, making sure not to leave a speck of dirt behind. There was only half a day left before the biggest celebration of the year: the anniversary of the most exclusive gentlemen's club founding.

Per Rangiku Matsumoto's orders, everything had to look pristine before the arrival of the decorators who, in turn, would make sure the place looked smashing for the occasion. After all, every one of the distinguished regulars and honorable guests was cordially invited to partake in glorious libations that were scheduled to take place for the special evening. The private rooms were already tidied up, and the attention of the cleaners was solely focused on the lounge.

All of the girls were already clocked out, and the rooms were locked and silent. The only exception was the private chamber of Rangiku. Moans and grunts saturated the air in the room. A pair of figures moved rhythmically together on silky sheets. After a particularly loud moan, the woman quickly got up and reversed the initial position of the coupling. With wavy blonde hair adorning her creamy shoulders, Rangiku leaned back, grabbed her mate's thighs and eagerly began riding him.

Enjoying his partner's enthusiasm, Shunsui Kyoraku lazily lay down, arms folded behind his head. Rangiku was putting on an awesome show of playful aggression and mesmerizing eroticism. Her full breasts were bouncing up and down with each move. Her long hair was partially covering her upper body like a golden cloak. Her hazy eyes were begging to be satisfied. She was indeed beautiful.

Feeling her consistent rhythm turn into a messy tempo, he took hold of her soft thighs and masterfully turned their position over once again. Her surprise was evident, yet she was turned on even more by his aggressive possessiveness. He buried himself deep in her warmth and with a fast pace pushed them both to their much-needed release. As Rangiku's moans died down, she got up to pour him a drink, just the way he enjoyed it. He cracked a warm smile and took a sip.

- You spoil me too much.

She hopped back in bed and cuddled next to him.

- Well someone ought to, now that you're far from home, darling.

Shunsui let out a snort and finished his drink.

- By the way, how long do you plan on staying here, Shu?

He took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one.

- Are you kicking me out of my own cathouse?

Rangiku softly pursed her lips and looked at him with innocent eyes.

- Of course not, baby. I just don't know how to answer your best friend's questions. He called again yesterday asking about your whereabouts. I didn't know how you'd want me to answer, so I just pretended to be a shallow bubblehead.

Shunsui broke out laughing. Picturing Ukitake's worried face and Rangiku's clueless tone brought tears to his eyes. He got so carried away that he didn't notice how the ash from his cigarette's tip broke off and landed on his sheet-covered belly. With lightning speed, he got out of bed and started rubbing the burnt wound.

- Damn it, this hurts!

Rangiku inspected the damaged sheet and furrowed her brows.

- I just got these two days ago. They weren't cheap, you know.

Shunsui extinguished the remainder of the joint in the nearby ashtray and feigned hurt.

- Words hurt, you know. What about my belly?

Rangiku put on her robe and gathered the damaged sheet.

- Your fault. Stop smoking in bed.

She deposited it in the laundry bin and returned to his side.

- By the way, Jushiro claimed you were avoiding him.

Shunsui, who had already managed to put on his pants, lit another joint and reclined on the luxurious sofa.

- Doesn't really matter. He'll be here tonight. I'll sort everything out.

Rangiku's eyes lit up.

- Really? I haven't seen him for the longest time. Do you think he'll stay longer this time? Should I reserve a room for him?

Shunsui took a long drag.

- I hope he does, for his sake. The man needs some excitement in his life. But just in case reserve it. And get the hottest girl too.

Rangiku smirked and pecked him on the lips.

- I know just the right girl.


The waiting room of Aizen's office was as busy as ever. Momo Hinamori was moving around like a hurricane, fast and chaotic. Since early morning she was busy taking phone calls and filling in forms. Everything had to be perfect for the arrival of Sosuke Aizen. His conference was finally over, and she couldn't be happier. Not only was her work going to be halved, but also she would have the pleasure of being in his presence again. She only hoped he would appreciate her hard work.

She was carrying a stack of completed forms when he suddenly entered and broke her concentration. She froze in her place with wide eyes. The paperwork slipped from her grasp, piling on the plush carpet.

- Dr. Aizen.

Her tone betrayed her longing for him. He looked at her with mild appreciation and let out a small smile.

- Good morning, Ms. Hinamori.

His melodic voice instantaneously set her heart aflame, and she reached his side in a record time. She softly grabbed the edges of his coat and pushed her body against his. Looking straight up at his handsome face, she tried to make their position even more intimate by connecting their lips together, but he pulled apart and continued towards his office.

- Please refrain from making such intimate gestures, Ms. Hinamori. We're in public.

Her desire unsatisfied and her confidence shattered, Momo stood in the middle of the waiting room completely devastated. Seeing her pathetic form, Aizen smirked and with a sensual voice parted his directions.

- Finish up here and join me inside.

Instantly revitalized by his innuendo, with shaky legs Momo moved to clean the pile of papers on the floor.

- Yes, Dr. Aizen.

Her needy voice fed his ego, and he calmly entered his office. It was just like he left it, possibly even cleaner. No speck of dust anywhere in sight and a pile of neatly organized notes on his desk, the office was precisely how he wanted it to be. While Momo was a weakling lacking a spine, he had to admit she was the perfect secretary. Always productive and diligent, her sole wish was to please everyone around her. At least that was what she wished before meeting him. She was the quintessential "girl next door": adored by everyone and adoring everyone. He quickly managed to steer her towards the direction he wanted her to go. Within six months, he successfully seduces her and convinced her to believe that he was the only one she needed. The girl was a hopeless romantic, so a box of chocolates here and seductive smiles there easily got the job done.

As soon as he reviewed the notes, he heard a small knock on his mahogany door. He already knew who it was. Her knock was just as hesitant as she was.

- Come in.

His voice, on the other hand, was stern and professional. The handle turned, and she slowly entered his office. Closing the door behind her, she remained glued to her place at the door. Her face betrayed confusion and hurt. She looked around, not having the courage to look into his powerful eyes.

- I missed you so much, it hurt. I couldn't contain my excitement. And then you pushed me away, and now it hurts even more.

Her voice was shattering, and her eyes were only a step away from shedding tears. He dawned a look of compassion and worry and approached her. Taking her face between his large palms, he looked deep into her eyes.

- I'm sorry I hurt you, my peach. I was merely looking out for the both of us. If anyone were to see us in such a compromising position, our professional status would be in jeopardy. I could never see you in pain. Will you find it in your heart to forgive me?

His sweet confession instantly eliminated any doubts she had in the back of her mind, and she embraced him with the full force of her love.

- Of course, I do. I can never be angry with you. I love you too much.

He lowered his lips to hers, and she eagerly met his with hers. She answered his calm and methodical kiss with her explosive passionate one. She had a hard time controlling herself in his presence. He was gone for two weeks and, to her, that was too long. Just like in the waiting room, she grabbed him by his coat and pulled him towards herself. Gone was the meek and confused young woman.

Aizen grinned into her intense kiss and decided to spice up the exchange. He grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against the wall. He deepened the kiss and pressed hard against her. The gesture made her lose her mind even more. All thoughts abandoned her mind. His proximity was all that mattered. She hungrily embraced him.

- I've missed you so, so much. I couldn't breathe.

Her fingers were touching everywhere. It was as if she was desperately trying to convince herself that he was real. She looked absolutely possessed.

- My dear Momo, I was only gone for two weeks. Surely it's not enough to warrant such feelings.

Her head snapped upwards, and she looked at him with a look of pure desperation.

- Enough, of course, it's enough. You have no idea what it meant to me, staying all alone here. There was so much work and …and…

Aizen shushed her by pressing his finger to her quivering lips.

- Oh, my poor Momo. You must have struggled so hard with all the work. I promise the next trip I take, you'll come with me. What do you think?

Her desperate expression changed into one of happiness.

- Yes! Oh yes, I will.

She embraced his even tighter and buried her face in his coat. Seeing her obedient disposition, his face lit up with a sly smirk. With a slender finger, he lifted her chin so that he could see her flushed face.

- That will make me very happy, Momo.

He sealed his statement with a kiss which she was more than happy to return. Their lips mingled and touched until they opened up and gave way to their tongues. A more passionate exchange ensued, and soon Momo turned into a moaning mess. Her hands traveled all over his torso, outlining his pectorals and stomach. When it wasn't enough, she tangled her fingers in his locks pulling him closer and closer.

He was more than happy to oblige her need. It was refreshing to see her more aggressive than what she usually was. Allowing her to experience control for a brief second was enjoyable. Making her believe she had the authority to dictate the rhythm of their conversations, interactions, and sex was quite amusing. But of course, she had no clue. She was so blind she couldn't see her power was coming directly from him. He could easily end their romantic get-togethers any moment he wanted, and it wouldn't affect him in the slightest. She, on the other hand, would be destroyed by such a move.

To continue the game that had her in chains more and more with each passing day, he answered back with passionate kisses and touches of his own. He lowered his lips to her soft neck and began sucking on its flesh. One of his hands pushed her lower back pressing her closer to him while the other palmed her rear. Momo squeaked in surprise and pulled his face closer. The sweet foreplay was making her more concupiscent. Her breaths were turning into shallow sighs. Her hands let go of his hair and quickly found their way to his belt. Her agile fingers got hold of the buckle and unclasped it. She moved on to his zipper but didn't get to open it because he covered her hands with his and moved them to the side. His lips found their way to her ear and seductively whispered.

- Somebody sure is impatient.

The soft puff of warm air tingled her skin and excited her even more.

- I…I can't hold on any longer. I need…need you so…so much…

She made a second attempt to free him from his restraints, but he completely pulled away and made his way to his desk.

- Sorry to disappoint you, my peach, but I'm just not in a good position to follow up at the moment. My trip was too long, and there is still much work to be done for today. My muscles are sore, and I'm too tired. I hope you can understand.

His seductive look changed, and his facial expression turned into one of regretful apology. Momo was conflicted. Of course, she understood his explanation. His trip was not a vacation; in fact, he was busy working the entire time. He was certainly tired yet she couldn't rationalize all those points to her libido. She was still very aroused from their previous interactions, and the prospect of a liberating release was too tempting.

Now that his body was gone, her shaky legs found it much harder to support her weight, so she leaned against the wall. Chest heaving and knees shaking, she watched as he collapsed on his chair, legs spread apart and head thrown back. He looked exhausted.

She took several deep breaths, calming herself. He sat there unmoving. She quietly approached him and moved behind the chair. His eyes were closed. She put her palms on his shoulders and began to softly rub the sore muscles. He let out a deep moan showcasing his approval and appreciation. She increased the pressure and worked on undoing the tension. While she was hardly an exceptionally smart person per his standards, Aizen knew she was amazingly gifted with her hands. Her massage therapies were one of his favorite aspects of their relationship.

He leaned his head back even more and allowed himself to enjoy the bliss that was her ministrations. Eventually, she became more confident with her touches, and soon her palms were touching not only his shoulders but also the rest of his body. Her hands lowered to his chest, then to his stomach, and eventually to his crotch. He knew exactly what she wanted even before she started her massage session. He just didn't want to make it easy for her. He wanted to test how far she would go for his touch.

The massage soon turned into oral sex. Before he could think about possible things to say to her to convince her to go further, she was already down on her knees between his wide-spread legs. She made a quick work of the zipper, and her target was soon in sight. Though he had better ones in his life, she wasn't half bad. She was enthusiastic and always ready to please. Her lips and deft fingers were eagerly working to milk him dry. Her tongue was circling around him and licking his entire length. She wasn't half bad indeed.

Before she could make him release his load, he pulled out of her and out of his trousers. She was left sitting on the ground, still catching her breath and lost in a lusty haze. He pulled his tie to the side and unbuttoned his shirt. Ridding himself of every piece of clothing and removing his glasses, he stood at his desk in all his naked glory. She was aroused, more so than before. He extended a hand to her, and she took it. Pulling her up to her feet, he pushed her against the desk and roughly kissed her puffy lips. She leaned back on the desk from his sudden pressure and circled her arms around his neck. He broke the kiss and whispered.

- Turn around.

Lost in her desire, she didn't register his directions. He grabbed her by the waist and turned her around. Pushing her down on his desk, he moved her underwear to the side. She was ready for him completely. Coating himself with her wetness, he pushed inside. Her moan resonated throughout the room. Without taking a moment of break, he rammed hard and fast, setting up a pace that was sure to push her over the edge. She gripped the edges of his desk for support and threw her head back in ecstasy. His steady tempo was driving her mad, and her moans were getting stronger with each thrust. He really knew how to satisfy her. He was the perfect partner for her. His intelligence, compassion, and selflessness forever connected her heart to him. At least that was how she viewed him. Aizen was her meaning of existence. After tasting him, she couldn't see herself with anyone else.

Observing her animalistic sounds was a confidence boost for him, but Aizen decided to make it more interesting. He snaked his arm around her shoulders and pulled her up towards him. His tongue licked the shell of her ear, and he whispered seductively.

- You should stay more reserved, Momo. You wouldn't want anyone to hear us, would you?

Her face turned red from embarrassment of being informed about her lewd loudness. She softly nodded but couldn't contain a rather loud moan from escaping her lips. Their new position was creating an unexpected friction inside of her. Instantly noticing her mistake, she quickly pressed her palms against her traitorous lips, sealing them shut.

The damage was already done though, and Aizen knew exactly how to proceed. He thrust even harder and faster. Momo's eyes rolled back, her knees buckled, and she fell back on his desk. It was amusing to see her try to control herself. In his opinion, her inner Momo was much more enjoyable. He pictured her as a fiery pixie, always charged and ready to explode. It was a shame she only came out to play during their lust-filled liaisons.

While she was attempting to silence her passionate reaction to his deep thrusts, he knew she was getting close to completion. Her head was thrashing from left to right, and her hips were meeting him midway in a fast yet sloppy rhythm. Determined to give her what she wanted, he pulled her up to him again. Sucking on her neck and lowering a hand to her pulsing womanhood, he combined the efforts of his tongue, fingers, and cock to push her to a mind-blowing climax. Her insides constricted around him and, in turn, brought him to his own orgasm. He unloaded deep inside of her and fell back in his chair, taking a short break to recover.

After several minutes, he got up and began dressing. Resting in the same position he left her, she lied on his desk bent over and vulnerable. She was still out of breath. Sweat covered her body, and his presence was visibly dripping from her womanhood. He was proud of his work. As he grabbed his glasses from the top of the desk, her voice reached his ears.

- Will you spend the night with me tonight?

He casually lifted the glasses and pointed them directly against the bright rays of the sun. After carefully examining them, he wiped them clean and put them on.

- I'm afraid I won't be able to make it tonight, my dear Momo. One of my closest friends invited me to a special party, and it would be awfully rude of me to miss it. Perhaps another night?

She slowly got up and began cleaning herself. She was obviously disappointed, but she was used to it. He was a busy man, and their relationship was secret. They couldn't risk it. She tidied up her outfit and hair, looking professional as always. She was about to answer him when a sudden knock interrupted the silence.

- Come in.

The door opened, and the cheerful smile of Gin Ichimaru entered the room. He noticed Momo standing in the middle of the room looking lost and uncomfortable. He theatrically dropped his smile and with a fake concern addressed Aizen.

- Oh my, I didn't mean to interrupt your meeting, Dr. Aizen.

Aizen raised his hand in protest.

- Nonsense, Gin. Ms. Hinamori was already leaving.

Momo respectfully bowed and quickly left the room. Gin's smile slipped back onto his face, and he took a seat on the luxurious sofa.

- I see you're already back in business.

Aizen took out a cigar from the beautifully engraved box resting on top of his desk and lit it.

- She was needy.

Gin's smile widened.

- It is always so entertaining to watch her when she pretends to be nothing but professional with you. Every time I see that special lovey-dovey sparkle in her eyes, I have to stop myself from sweetly whispering her secret in her ear. Imagine what the look in those sparkly eyes would be.

Aizen let out a small smile. Imagining Momo's face full of confusion and humiliation was quite amusing. She was under the impression that Gin was completely unaware of her secret affair with him.

Gin was good at keeping secrets and was more perceptive than most people. That was one of his qualities that Aizen appreciated so much. Gin was the only person who could understand him. Most importantly, he was the only person who shared his ambition. While he would never go so far as to call him a friend, Aizen was very pleased with Gin's presence. Not a single second was dull around Gin.

- I can't believe how you tolerate her.

Somehow he wondered about that himself. Momo was extremely clingy and one-dimensional. Her only interest was him. Then again, he created her. He turned her into the mess that she was.

- She still has her uses, no matter how few. Since you asked, I can ask you the same about Ms. Kuchiki. How are things going with her?

Gin wanted to lie and brag that everything was perfect. His desires, however, had no place in a conversation with his colleague and mentor. Aizen was extremely sharp. Lying would accomplish nothing, and he would figure out the truth.

- Things are moving slowly, but they're moving. She is tougher than originally pictured, but she'll open up eventually. There is no rush, and I'm patient. I'm willing to wait as long as it takes to have my fun.

- By the way, you're coming tonight, correct? Shunsui insisted I bring someone along.

- Sure, I am. My long-term interests lie with her, but it doesn't mean I can't have some fun with others.

- I'll see you there then.

- Won't miss it for the world.

Gin got up to leave seeing as Aizen was back working on his paperwork. While he wasn't too successful with his mission to infiltrate Rukia Kuchiki's world, he was still optimistic. She was unpredictable, but he knew how to tame unpredictable. She would be no different.


Author's Note

Welcome back to my story. This chapter was another hard one to write. Hopefully, the lemon was not too vulgar, but let me know if you think otherwise.

Please feel free to review and offer constructive criticism.