Ichigo already has my underwear yanked down to reveal my ass by the time I wake up. I'm lying on my stomach and I don't know what to think. All I can do is stare back at him. He's being so bold lately.
"Uh. What are you doing?" I ask.
Ichigo's grinning back at me.
"Payback."
I watch him grab a white leather belt. I arch a brow at him. I don't know what he's planning to do with that belt but it's making me feel afraid and aroused.
"Payback for what?" I smirk.
Ichigo folds the belt in half and smacks me on the ass really hard. A loud snap sounds before he smacks me again. I'm yelling, mostly from excitement and the stinging that accompanies the burning sensation.
"That's for tying me up and biting my ass!" Ichigo answers.
"Don't get mad, you loved it." I tease.
Ichigo wacks me again and my mouth drops open more in amusement than pain.
"Damn. Fuckin' hit me again, baby. That was so hot."
Ichigo smacks me again and I hiss. Is he enjoying this?
"Shit. What you trying to do to me?"
"I thought that since I'm letting you have so much fun, I'd mine as well have more fun."
Wait. More like what the fuck is up with that? Why is Ichigo smacking me this early? If this is another one of his kinks I don't know how to feel. Except yeah, it's turning me on a little bit.
"You're so hot." I grin. "So fucking sexy. You know I wouldn't let anyone else do this shit to me."
"Aww. Lucky me." Ichigo laughs.
Ichigo pulls the belt he was just assaulting me with through the loops of his shorts.
I imagine I'll be ripping that belt off sooner or later when I feel like taking Ichigo again and again. Since this is the last day of our time together before going back to our regular lives, I'm determined to make the most of it.
I get up and pull my clothes on.
Ichigo keeps staring at me and I don't know why. I don't ask him either, cause in a way; I don't think he's noticed that he's doing it yet. All good. I love the attention that is being bestowed upon me.
"Anyway, I'm hungry," I say walking to him. "Gonna be a good wifey and cook me breakfast?"
Ichigo rolls his eyes. I kiss him on the cheek. Lick his ear a bit too aggressively.
Ichigo frowns, pulling back to look at me.
"Are you trying to drown my ear with your saliva? You Psycho."
I imitate a shocked expression.
"Says the guy that smacks my ass with a belt!"
We stay silent for a moment before bursting out in laughter.
I find it amazing how much our relationship has changed since I met Ichigo. We didn't necessarily meet on good terms and I know that this whole blackmailing thing definitely isn't a great first impression, but it just seems way more different now. In a good way. I imagine I'll be able to keep this up with Ichigo so long as no one really catches us together. Obviously, I need to be more careful about seeing him, and making sure he doesn't go and get himself followed on a time when we're going to meet up after this.
The day goes by relatively good, maybe a little too good. A part of me strongly wonders why Ichigo didn't say anything else to me about keeping the original picture. I'm glad, but I know it's still at the back of his mind. Sure I didn't delete that like the other two explicit photos, but the whole idea of Ichigo pulling out of this and even the mere thought of him fooling me crosses my mind. Makes me fucking paranoid. I feel like blackmailing him is my guaranteed way of keeping him but I don't even stop to consider his feelings enough to know what will come of this.
It's dark when we get in the Jacuzzi. The water bubbles and we sit across from each other.
Again with the staring. I really don't mind, but now it's starting to make me think that Ichigo has some serious shit he wants to talk with me about but I don't know for sure.
Ichigo slowly moves towards me. He steadies himself by holding onto my shoulders. He kisses me softly on the lips then slowly pulls away.
"Hey," I say, cupping his warm cheek.
He closes his eyes and leans into my hand, smiling.
"Don't think I didn't notice your staring all day."
Ichigo opens his eyes. We look at each other for a long moment.
"Something on your mind?" I ask.
"I don't want this to end."
Ichigo doesn't say anything else.
I don't think he gave himself time to think before answering. Ichigo just stares at me and I do it back trying to figure out what he meant by that but I don't think he means the blackmailing part of our relationship.
"This. I don't want to go back to hiding. But I have to."
"Shit I know. But it's alright. We're gonna be alright."
Ichigo nods and I caress his face.
"No one's gonna split us apart, baby."
Ichigo smiles brightly. He leans in to kiss me again, deeper this time. He releases my lips and groans lowly.
"I want you to fuck me, daddy. Long and hard. Please, please."
I wasn't ready to hear that. As if on command, arousal smashes through me and in a matter of seconds Ichigo has used his powers to make my dick hard.
"You wet for me, baby?" I ask against his lips, gripping his waist tighter.
"Obviously, we're in a Jacuzzi." Ichigo smiles cheekily.
"Fucking smart ass," I grip his ass under the water and he mewls against me.
"You ready for my dick?" I ask and Ichigo moans.
"Yes give it to me."
I lift him up from the water and make him lye back against the step of the Jacuzzi.
My fingers dance across his bare abdomen. Ichigo shivers and licks his lips. I watch him pull his shorts down and I grab it when low enough and tug it off the rest of the way. The shorts float away somewhere behind me. Ichigo wraps his legs around me, bitting his bottom lip.
I push my shorts down enough to pull my dick out. I watch him for a moment and he's getting a little impatient.
"Beg for me." I command.
Ichigo whines but plays my game anyway.
"I want your big hard dick in me, daddy."
I groan at the edge in his voice. I know he wants me badly and I want him just as much.
"And how do you want it?" I continue, stroking my dick slowly.
Ichigo starts playing with his dick, watching me.
"Fuck me so hard I forget about anything bad. Make it all better."
Goosebumps prick my skin.
"I will, baby. I will." I husk.
He sounds so vulnerable when I enter him. It's like he waited for it, wanted it all day and now I really want to give him everything. His mouth opens to let out more delicious cries of pleasure.
"Fuck," Ichigo gasps and closes his eyes.
I have a firm grip on Ichigo's thighs. I want to please. I want to show him that I'm the only person that's ever going to give him anything and everything he fucking wants. That no one else measures up to what we got.
"This what you want, huh?" I pant, slamming into him repeatedly.
Ichigo's cries are broken up between begging and moaning my name.
"Yes, Grimmjow…yes please yes."
Ichigo tightens his legs around me, nails digging into my back. Fuck. I don't know how we got to this stage. Never thought Ichigo would be into this rough shit or that it would last this long. He doesn't complain about how hard I'm fucking him, or that I'm gripping his thighs so tight it's probably hurting him. He just takes it. Let's me bury deep into him like we can't get any closer.
We don't last too long. I guess being too horny isn't really a good thing but it does feel amazing. I cum pretty hard, my body shaking from the sensation. Ichigo does too in a long wail. He always looks so damn gorgeous when he's like this.
After a moment to catch our breath, I carry Ichigo into the bedroom and lay him down on the bed and crawl next to him. He's sensitive to my every touch and I can't seem to get enough.
"Ready for round two, Ichi?" I whisper.
Ichigo nods. I get over the top of him and place my hands on either side of his head. I kiss him deeply. Pull him closer to me. I decide I'm gonna be a lot softer now.
"Grimm?" Ichigo asks, slinging his arms around me. He's looking directly into my eyes. He's hesitating and I wonder what's going through his mind until he sighs and starts playing with the back of my hair.
"Make love to me."
I'm stuck staring at him. My heart is going hard in my chest and I wouldn't be surprised if Ichigo's is too.
Is he saying he loves me? Does Ichigo Kurosaki fucking love me?
I sit back on my heels and stare at him like doing that is going to help me understand what exactly it is Ichigo feels for me.
"What?" He asks, a little unsure.
Ichigo sits up and pulls his knees up to his chest. He wraps his arms around himself as if I've never seen him naked before.
I'm speechless because a lot of Ichigo's actions and words are slowly starting to add up and make more sense. I guess I take too long to say anything at all and he doesn't like it.
"You didn't seem to have any trouble fucking me like some whore but you get all weird on me when I say something involving love?"
By the tone of Ichigo's voice I know he's upset. He has a hard time hiding that shit from me after all.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I frown.
Ichigo gets off the bed and goes directly to the bathroom. He doesn't look back at me and I get a feeling I just fucked up and he's starting to hate me again.
"Hey!" I call out to him.
I get off the bed and in a matter of seconds I'm slamming my hand into the door to stop it from slamming shut.
"I don't think you're a whore, Ichigo. I just didn't fuckin' expect you to say that."
He scowls at me, grabs a towel to cover himself and I feel like I'm tearing at the seams. He's pushing me away and I hate every second of it.
"Was this your grand plan, Grimmjow? Make me fall in love with you then hurt me? Is this all you really wanted from the start? Cause if it is then you win."
He's angry and crying and doesn't want me to linger any longer so he uses his strength to force the door shut and I let go because I know that if I don't, he's most likely going to start laying into me.
When Ichigo gets out of the bathroom his hair is dry. He's had a shower and dressed himself in a comfortable shirt and shorts. He walks towards the bed silently and pulls the covers back.
"Hey can we talk now?" I ask.
"I'm really tired," Ichigo says quietly. "Just want to sleep."
"I can leave if you want me to, but you know I don't want to do that." I say.
Ichigo shrugs. Face down. I want to grab him and say I'm sorry. I want make everything alright again but he won't even look at me.
"Let me make it up to you." I try.
Ichigo shakes his head. Crossing his arms over his chest.
"Grimmjow you know what this is. We made a deal."
"Doesn't feel like a deal to me anymore," I don't hesitate to say.
"Don't you remember saying you just wanted to have fun then see me burn when you got bored? Are you sick of playing around now, Grimmjow?"
Ichigo wipes at his eyes.
"That's probably why you're still keeping that picture."
"Ichi…"I reach for him but he pulls away. "That's not why."
"No." His voice is quiet now, shaky. My throat tightens and I don't even know how I sound right now.
"Ichigo I'm not bored of you and I'm never going to be."
He turns away from me and gets in the bed.
"Just leave me alone, Grimmjow. I need to be alone. Just go." Ichigo pulls the covers over his head.
I run a hand through my hair and tug at the ends. I don't know how I'm supposed to fix this. I did say that. I remember saying I just wanted fun when this first started but that's not what I want from him anymore. Everything is different now.
I know he's not going to talk to me now, no matter how hard I try. I figure that I should do what he says, even though I really don't want to leave him alone. I don't want to upset him anymore than he already is. I grab my shirt and yank it on. Ichigo remains quiet as I change my pants and pull my shoes on.
I know I fucked up, but leaving like this is especially bad. I don't really know what will come of this. I just hope he doesn't keep hating me after this.
"Alright," I finally say, picking up my duffle bag and camera.
"I'm leaving."
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