I examine the desperation of the situation as all the Voices within me hold their collective breath to see what I would do.
Here was a chance to withstand the onslaught of horror the night was about to bring, could I trust him to hold to his word? But what the hell…if he didn't, I wouldn't be any worse off than if I deny him.
Pride attempted to chime in here about holding my head high and going out with honor, but Survival socked her hard into submission.
With a defeated sigh, I give up my last shred of control and tighten my grip on his arm a bit, in a positive acceptance of his terms.
Ichimaru's grin dances along his mouth as his eyes crinkle further in amusement. The grip in my hair loosens and once again his warm mouth descends upon me, as his hand gently strokes my throat.
My eyelids flutter slightly, as Pleasure dances along my skin.
He moves behind me once again. With his arm still wrapped around my neck he keeps playing along my collarbone, and leans my head back onto his shoulder. With his other hand he lightly strokes my bare hip letting his fingers play along the edges of the cloth and he pulls me to him, molding his body to mine. The open back of my outfit meets his open kimono and as my back conforms to his chest I feel the warmth of his skin. Aizen comes back into my view again and I notice that he hasn't moved. He catches me looking at him and smiles broadly. I look away.
Ichimaru moves his mouth to whisper into my ear as he gives me my first test of allegiance.
As he finishes my instructions my eyes widen and an expected hush falls over the room. The seconds tick by as I count my breaths, willing Pride just to shrivel up and die so as to make this easier. Ichimaru's fingers continue to play along my clavicle and tease the openings to my hakama pants. With a deep breath I begin.
Task one: Look Aizen in the eye…and don't look away
Ok, easy enough, since he seems to be relaxed. I turn towards Aizen and lock eyes with his dark gaze yet again. He returns the look and smiles smugly.
Task two: odeargawd….task two…remove my shirt
Gulping down Nervous, who has formed as a ball in my throat, I slowly reach behind to the fasteners on the lower back of my shirt. Having to brush against Ichimaru's bare abs makes me pause and he doesn't move back to accommodate me. With both my hands behind me to release the fasteners and my head back against Ichimaru, my back arches making my breasts jut out. The shirt gives and I pause once again, the smug smile on Aizen's face makes it difficult to keep eye contact. With another deep sigh and Pride completely slaughtered, I allow my shirt to slide forward and off my arms. As the tanned full mounds of my chest come into view, I hear Ichimaru's breath catch slightly, but Aizen doesn't move one muscle. He continues to lean back casually on the table staring me down with a smile that melts hearts as fast as resolves.
Task three: …
"Please…Aizen-dono…please"
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"Please …Aizen-dono… please" I plead
With his smug smile looking more and more like a smirk, Aizen fingers the sash around his waist as he replies,
"Well now Mija-kun, since you put it that way…"
Aizen straightens up and begins to slowly approach me. Doing my best to maintain task one, I feel the sense of Dread building in my stomach as his dark eyes never leave mine.
Ichimaru's defined chest muscles push into my shoulder blades thanks to the arm wrapped around my neck as his cool fingers continue to slide along my jaw line. His other hand has stolen its way beneath the front edges of my hakama and are splayed against my hipbone, forcing my lower half to mold to his. Even through the thick layers of both of our hakama's I can feel him.
I watch Aizen's casual advance as Dread morphs into Terror.
In the cool air my nipples have hardened and with my deep breaths trying to calm Terror, my chest rises and falls dramatically. As Ichimaru's warm breath begins to quicken in my ear, I can only imagine his view.
Aizen suddenly looms in front of us, as I seriously feel the need to cry. I am doing the best I can to keep eye contact with him but I start to blink rapidly to keep the tears at bay and my vision goes blurry a bit. Mentally, Unfairness is wanting to have a tea party with Pity Me.
One lone tear escapes and silently heads south.
Aizen reaches for my face and brushes the tear away with his thumb, but he never once stops smiling.
With the realization that my emotions mean nothing to him, the tea party is broken up and destroyed by Anger, Determination and Resolve. I raise my chin just a fraction and harden my emotions. I mentally begin to close all doors so as to have no witness as to what is about to happen. I prepare myself to shut down emotionally so that only my body will be assaulted. My vision clears and through glittery lashes I stare back into Aizen's eyes.
He acknowledges my change of emotion with a slight nod of his head and moves closer still.
Ichimaru's hot breath once again relays instruction into my ear.
With no emotions available to complicate things, I easily follow directions as if in a dream.
Instead of feeling myself reaching for Aizen's kimono, I watch as my hands pull the long dark material free from his hakama's.
I watch as my hands move up and over his broad shoulders pushing the heavy dark cloth back and off of him.
I watch as my fingers work at finishing to release the knot at his waist.
I watch as I slowly pull the obi free, and let it fall to the floor also.
I watch as his hakama's join the obi and dark kimono.
With nothing but the light-weight white dressing layer left, I reach to push that off of him too, but his hand suddenly clasps my wrist and stays my action. With his other hand he tilts my chin back up from the view of his chest so I can look him in the eye again. With my coppery eyes held by his auburn gaze, he lowers my captured hand to his manhood. I can hear Ichimaru's perverted grin widen.
I allowed Analytical to stay and keep me company since he never has incited a riot. When my hand gently closes shut, Analytical runs off to compare to our past history and reports back HUGE numbers. I mentally and physically gulp. This time Ichimaru chuckles.
With Ichimaru whispering encouragement in my ear, I begin to let my fingers run up and down the shaft. The silkiness of the skin is stretched tight over the length of it and as my palm envelopes the tip I let my fingertips play along the underside. Ichimaru nibbles my ear in reward.
The smile is gone from Aizen's face, but it still remains in his eyes. With his hand still around my wrist he pulls my hand away from himself and releases me. Taking a step back he neatly withdraws himself from the pile of clothing and moves to the couch. Casually relaxing back on it, he waits. Ichimaru turns us both to face the couch.
Ichimaru assaults my ear yet again with instruction.
My fingers tremble slightly as I reach to release my obi.
Aizen's smile is back in place.