WARNING: The following chapter includes explicit content. I REPEAT, THIS CHAPTER IS EXPLICIT. NSFW, probably NSFL. Not suitable for minors or those of delicate dispositions.

A/N: It was going to happen eventually, and my only defence to writing this is that I never said it was any good. So here it is. Gratuitous smut from TGF. I can only apologise.

(Please be gentle; it's my first time. Or something.)

Renji was thinking; a dangerous pastime he knew, but this is what happens when your wife leaves you to shower alone on your honeymoon. He was more than a little cheesed off, to be honest. Is this what they meant when they said that the second a woman is married she loses all sexual inclination? Whoever 'they' were. Disgruntled, sexless husbands, probably.

It was fine. He could handle it. He'd just retaliate in kind the next time she was horny and desperate for release.

Not only had she made him shower alone, but she'd also stolen all of the hot water by going in first. It was probably a deliberate move on her part. He had hoped that she'd spent so long in the bathroom because she was going to surprise him with some slinky bridal lingerie, but no. No, she reappeared in her old yellow checked, flannel pyjamas.

Renji huffed, rinsed the last of the bubbles from his hair, and gave one final splash of cold water to his face.

Maybe she was still hungover, he thought as he wrung the excess water from his hair. Yes, that was probably it, he decided, giving her the benefit of the doubt. It had been a long couple of days, after all. Maybe they should shuffle their itinerary so they both had a full day to properly recuperate.

Having finished brushing his teeth, he nudged open the door to the bedroom, securing the towel around his waist, when his brain decided to malfunction.

In fact, blood flew south so quickly he had to grasp onto the doorframe to stop himself from falling to the floor with the towel.

There, at the foot of the bed, perched his beloved wife, his Rukia, eyes closed and with her legs spread wide.

The pyjamas had gone. In their place, skimpy white lace. Stockings. A garter and its pale blue bow adorned her right thigh. Suspender belt. Small fingerless gloves. Her perky breasts encased in what she had reliably informed him was a demi bra. She'd conveniently foregone any panties.

Her lips were stained deep red. Her nails were a perfect match. The colour was somewhat at odds with the virginal white. It was the sort of colour that would be labelled with names such as 'scandalous', or 'temptress'.

He loved it.

She hummed as her right hand traced and swirled its way down her subtle curves, rolling her head back ever so slightly as her fingers danced past her most sensitive point and continued along her inner thigh.

He flexed his fingers as he made ready to pounce.

"Ah, ah!" She shook her head at him and pointed to the floor. "On your knees, Loverboy." Her voice was low and husky. Sexy. None of that high pitched, girlish simpering bullshit, oh no. This was a woman who knew what she wanted, and who knew exactly how to get it.

He instantly complied, crawling towards her, stopping only when she lifted and extended her left foot in front of her, her toes delicately pressing against his forehead. His grin turned feral as the line of her leg led his gaze straight to her glistening pussy. He could barely take his eyes from it, even as his raised his chin to run his tongue along the arch of her foot. She quickly retracted it before he could begin sucking on her toes.

"No touching."

If he was disappointed, he didn't show it. Probably because he knew he would be rewarded for his patience later.

Rukia smirked at him, the tip of her tongue just visible from between her teeth, as her fingers skittered back to the juncture between her legs.

Her body seemed to quiver as she appraised the man before her. Everything about him was just so… primal. Animalistic. Unashamedly so, too. She could feel herself growing wetter just looking at him; thinking about how it felt when he fucked her, hard and raw.

He could be soft, too. Softer than she ever could. But she didn't want soft tonight. She didn't want him to be gentle. She didn't want him to hold back. She wanted to feel it. Feel the burn of his untempered heat, his unbridled strength; his muscles slick with sweat, and the roar of blood coursing through his veins so loud that it echoed in her own.

She wanted him to ruin her over and over and over again.

Her back arched as the coil snapped, rippling outwards from her core. She pinched her left nipple tightly as she rode out her release, the circling of her right index finger on her clitoris slowing to a halt.

It was just a small one, the first wave of what was to come. She still had plenty to give.

Her eyes wandered hazily across her husband. His long hair, freshly washed and still damp, hung loose about his shoulders, tiny rivulets of water meandering alongside the tribal tattoos down his chest. She would follow their path her with tongue. But not yet.

He could wait.

She would make him.

She watched him watching her, his cock twitching as she coated her fingers in the pearlescent liquid that he hungered for. A thin ribbon followed as she pulled them away, she was so fucking wet. Renji's nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply, trying to catch the scent of her, his senses invaded with the deep, heady waft of her Dior Poison perfume.

Her eyes locked with his as she brought her fingers to her mouth, licking slowly from root to tip, one then two, before sucking them both lasciviously. A promise of what she was going to do to him.

Her fingers skimmed down her throat as they meandered a path back to her clitoris, meanwhile Renji's inched towards his throbbing cock.

"I said no touching," Rukia nudged his hand away with her foot.

"Ru, please…" he implored croakily. He was so hard, it was painful, and he wasn't sure he could last much longer.

"Abarai Fukutaichō," she teased in a song-song voice, using his newly acquired title, "am I going to have to use these?" She reached behind her.

Ohhh, holy shit.

She'd brought handcuffs. Proper ones, not some cheap, knock-off gimmicky sex toy. These were the real deal. She must have borrowed them from work. Just when he thought it was genuinely physically impossible to get any more aroused.

There was an awful lot to be said for a tiny, beautiful woman in control of a pair of handcuffs.

Especially when she was your wife.

His defiant, feral, leering grin returned as she quite literally twisted both of his arms behind his back. She might be in control now, but she'd be compelled to take them off at some point, and when she did...

It was only when she was behind him, locking the aforementioned cuffs in place, that he noticed the garish violet silicone on the bed. It lay next to her trusty massager, an old friend if ever there was one.

Is this why her case was so damned heavy? It was full of sex toys? Had she brought any clothes? Not that he was going to complain if she hadn't, she looked quite perfect without them, but a naked Rukia did things to his self-control and he wasn't sure he'd survive the fortnight if this were true. At the very least, his dick was liable to fall off.

Still, the purple thing was new, and he was intrigued.

Suddenly, she was in front of him again, leaning across the bed to retrieve it.

He half-groaned and half-sighed at the view. The view was heavenly. This was it. He had died. He had died and gone to heaven. Clearly he'd saved enough kittens from trees and dodgy guttering to be rewarded with this fate. She was so close. If he could just shuffle forward a little, he'd be able to shove his face right in there. He was tempted, but there was also the risk of him losing balance and breaking his nose before he'd even hit home.

Rukia looked back over her shoulder and gave him a saucy little wiggle. He growled in response.

She laughed as she hopped onto the bed, settling in a cross-legged position and picked up her new acquisition.

Renji was torn between looking at his wife and trying to work out what the hell she was holding. Well, it was pretty clear what it was, but…

"Is that a rabbit?"

Rukia looked up at his voice. "Hmm? Oh. Yes." She was frowning as she tried to work out the settings on the separate attachment.

"On a vibrator?" Renji was somewhat bemused. It wasn't like anything he'd seen before. There were seemingly two parts to it. The first was a narrow silver cylinder, and connected to it by a thin cable was the fun bit. "Only you could find a vibrator with a rab-. Woah!"

The thing suddenly buzzed to life. Specifically, there was a part halfway down the phallic section that was filled with pearl-like beads that started rotating.

"I, err… I hope you don't expect me to do that," Renji laughed nervously. He may have been bigger than the toy, but he didn't think he'd be able to add 'rotating penile shaft' to his CV any time soon. It'd be fun if he could, though.

Rukia snorted at him as she slid the first switch off and the second switch on. If Renji was impressed by rotating purple phalluses, it was nothing to he felt when the rabbit itself whirred into action, its ears a blur.

Her eyes lit up as she returned to her earlier position. "Oh," she whispered breathily as she ran it over her lace-clad breast and down her body. "Ohhh."

The rabbit may be smaller than the Hitachi, but that just meant it was that much more precise. And with the ears positioned just so, either side of her clit, that precision was rapidly steering Rukia towards another climax, and if Renji had still retained the power of independent thought he would have realised how torturous a predicament he was in. As it was, however, he was completely mesmerised by every twitch, every shiver.

Rukia had always been an intense lover, demanding even, and it was always incredible to watch as she pushed herself to the limit and over the edge. Her lithe muscles taut and her back arched, her pale skin flushed and her breasts swollen with desire; each wave crashing with an increasing crescendo.

Maybe other men would have been intimidated by her intensity. Indeed, there had been those who had been fooled by her public aloofness, that frosty façade of indifference. Or maybe it was simply her diminutive frame and delicate, innocent visage that belied her wildness. Others had believed that they could tame her, like she was some kind of pet to be trained into submission. But why would you want to when you could have this? Yes, she was demanding, but she was also generous and exciting and fun and as equally invested in his pleasure as her own.

She was perfect.

Renji knew he was leaking precum like a geyser. He also knew that Rukia was preparing herself for him and that she had every intention of breaking through any semblance of a refractory period that his body may think of having. He could tell by the fierce glint in her eyes and the way she bit her lip as her gaze travelled down his body.

Suddenly, she was knelt before him, her mouth a hair's breadth away as she softly blew on his frenulum.

"Rukia…" he whispered hoarsely as he shuddered involuntarily, struggling against his restraints.

Eyes wide as she peered up at him like butter wouldn't melt. And maybe it wouldn't. But he would. And did. Every time. Especially when she drew her tongue ever so slowly, inch by inch, up and down the entire length of his shaft in a gentle spiralling pattern like this.

Renji shuffled awkwardly and impatiently, simultaneously fighting and desperate for relief. Rukia chuckled and grinned impishly as she gripped the base of his cock firmly with her left hand and teased herself with her right.

Without warning, she enveloped the broad head of his cock in the wet heat of her mouth and sucked hard, drawing from him his release with a shuddering cry. Only the strength of his clenching core muscles and sheer force of will prevented him from collapsing and crushing her under his weight.

He didn't have to look to know that she was revelling in the taste of him, savouring every last drop. In fact, it was probably best that he didn't look; he'd only lose himself again, and he needed every last ounce of energy for what he was going to do to her when she finally set him free.

By the time his breathlessness had abated and he risked taking a peek, Rukia was apparently very pleased with herself as she sat back against the bed, regarding him with a broad smile. Most of her lipstick had smeared and transferred onto him. Had he mentioned he loved it when she wore lipstick? He probably should. At least three times every hour. Starting tomorrow. Definitely.

He could already feel the fresh stirrings of arousal.

Rukia shifted and leant forward until they were nose to nose. "Hey," she uttered quietly, raking her nails down his chest. He tried to capture her lips in a kiss, but she moved just out of reach, pressing a small silver key to his mouth. "Do you promise to do whatever I want?"

Renji nodded.

"Anything?" she asked. "Anything at all?"

"Anything," he concurred.

Lifting herself to straddle him, she nipped and kissed a path down his jawline; that tight, wet, gleaming heat teasing but still elusive. Her slender arms looped around him, and he waited patiently as she fitted the key into the lock.

Taking a moment to unfold his legs, and rotate and flex his wrists, Renji refrained from any further action whilst Rukia traced her fingers across the tattoos of his brow, choosing her next move carefully.

Eventually, she locked her lips to his in a loving caress, her small hands cupping his face. Once satisfied, she pulled away slowly, that fierce determination shining through as her eyes met his. Her voice was soft, but her words, her instructions, rang clear and true.

"Fuck me."