Chapter Three

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Rukia wished she had taken just a bit more time in the morning. She was so aroused, and having seen Shuuhei shirtless she almost jumped him. Then, he... Kurosaki-sensei. She was beginning to hate that man especially how he was making her feel. When he stared at her, she would just melt. She had heard that he took on four guys by himself like it was nothing. She loved that, and what's more was the fact that she hated that she loved it and that it turned her on.

Rukia had excused herself moments after Kurosaki-sensei had smiled at her. Now she sat in the bathroom stall not believing what she was doing but before she knew it, her hands were between her legs stroking the warm sticky nectar that didn't seem to stop flowing. Her flesh was so sensitive, her body shuddered as she grazed her clit. The morning bell rang again, once more she was running out of time. She began to rub furiously, her head swimming.

She froze hearing the restroom door swing open and girls giggling and talking. She pulled up her panties hastily, flushing the toilet for effect and running from the stall. She washed her hands, her face red with guilt and desire. And she sprinted from the restroom.

"Whoa, I know you don't want to be late to class but watch yourself, Kuchiki-san."

Rukia stepped back looking up at Kurosaki-sensei. The thought that he had some how known what she was just doing moments before, flitted through her mind. She pulled back from him quickly to end up tripping over herself and soon found herself falling backwards, but a strong firm grip from Ichigo kept her from falling flat.

"I said, be careful." his light brown eyes were intense, boring into her the way they always did. She shuddered in his arms and it took him several more moments before he helped her stand upright and let her go. Rukia was about to burst. Her clit throbbing, jolts of pleasure going through her in waves.

She scurried to the class room just ahead of him, rushing to her seat with her head down trying to hide her hot cheeks that surely must be red as roses.

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The school day had begun, and Ichigo was walking the aisles of the classroom as Chizuru Honshou read over a section in their text-book about the Edo period. The girls of the class giggled and snuck looks at the passing teacher's tight ass.

Ichigo paid them no mind as he made his way to his normal spot in the back of the class.

"Shit." Rukia looked up from under her thick lashes to see her teacher slowly sauntering his way back to the place that he always seemed to stand, which so happened to be right behind her desk. She was texting furiously, letting Shuuhei know that she would have to end their conversation and would see him at lunch.

Ichigo slowed his pace knowing full well what Rukia was doing with both hands under her desk. He didn't like her talking to Shuuhei and while he could so easily just confiscate her phone, he knew he wouldn't do that. Not yet, anyway.

Rukia slid her phone under her thigh and put both hands on her desk right as Ichigo came up beside her. She looked up nervously but he was looking at the front of the class. Who did he think he was anyway. He was hardly older than anyone in the class, but now he was teaching them. Why did he like standing in the back of the class, why had she picked the back desk by the window.

She was getting nervous. She felt her body flush. Why doesn't he just move. She wanted to yell at him, to tell him to go sit down. But she took a deep breath while letting her eyes skim up his body, to his strong jaw line. He made her so nervous when he was so close to her, and it wasn't just because he was her teacher. She fumbled with her text book as he stepped behind her and stood against the back wall.

Tatsuki snuck a look at Ichigo, then looked at Rukia with an impish smile on her face. It was no secret that she, like all the other girls in class, had a little crush on Kurosaki-sensei. She'd never admit it to Grimm but Rukia had heard many a time her lewd fantasies about the orange haired teacher.

Ichigo leaned against the back wall, arms folded, staring at Rukia. His eyes traveling over the delicate lines of her neck, then continued over the pale smooth skin of her arms.

In his mind's eye he saw her the way she was when they used to live down the street from each other, playing everyday. Not too different from the way she was now, loud, confident, a tomboy and not at all aware of how beautiful she really was. Or how easily she could hurt someone... He clenched his jaw.

She didn't even recognize him, though he recognized those huge beautiful blue eyes anywhere.

Her wealth of raven hair was begging for him to run his fingers through it, grab a hand full of it and crush his lips onto hers. He clenched his jaw again, feeling his cock starting to swell. He had to calm himself. He closed his eyes taking a deep breath, but she was there kneeling in front of him, his hands tangled in her thick black hair, forcing her moist warm mouth on his cock.

He bit his tongue trying to gain control as his body and mind threatened to go wild. He slowly opened his eyes still focusing on her. She was so small, delicate. His eyes burned into the nape of her neck.

Rukia squirmed in her seat. She was uncomfortable when he stood behind her...but not in a bad way. She felt like she could feel him hovering over her at times and she'd cautiously look behind her to see his eyebrow cocked and those eyes, those beautiful amber eyes, gazing at her. She'd give a faint smile before turning back around with her cheeks bright red.

She had brought her claustrophobic feelings up one time to Tatsuki and Orihime. But they had told her that she was just imagining things. She didn't dare bring it up to Shuuhei

Today just like all the others she felt something surrounding her, like a heavy cloak. It warmed her from the inside out. Was he staring at her or was he about to go to sleep from Chizuru's uninterrupted reading like the rest of the class? And why did he have to stand right behind her? There were 3 other corners and his desk that he could make use of.

Rukia felt like she was going to suffocate. She bit her lip nervously. She had promised herself since that first time not to turn and look at him. But just like telling yourself not to say the word orange and then that's all you can think of, now her whole body was wanting, needing to turn around. She had to look.

She turned her head achingly slow to look over her shoulder slightly but she could already see him from the corner of her eye, still standing against the wall. The back of her neck began to tingle, sending a prickling rush down her spine.

To Ichigo's surprise Rukia began rubbing the back of her neck as he stared at her.

Rukia's anxiety was growing, she wanted to get out of the room. It felt like he was surrounding her, and though she didn't hate it, she just didn't know how much more of it she could take. She pictured Shuuhei's smiling face before taking a deep breath.

"Alright, Chizuru." Ichigo's deep velvety voice cut thru her making her shudder, sending a flash of electricity through Rukia.

She was stiff as a board in her desk as Ichigo passed on her right side.

Two of his long fingers slightly grazed her arm, from her shoulder down to her elbow, as he passed. Rukia's eyes widened, as Ichigo's touch left a trail of heat down her arm where he had touched her.

She was breathless. Her nipples stood erect and painful instantly. Her panties flooded with her juices so quickly that she had to squeeze her legs together, a surprising and delicious erotic thrill filled her as an unexpected lightness in her belly had left her light-headed for a moment.

What was that? Had he done that on purpose? Why? Her mind was racing as her body continued to quiver in delight at his touch. But was it an accident? And if it wasn't, then what was it? She was staring wide eyed as he walked back to the front of the class, not once looking back at her. He continued asking questions about the excerpt that was read.

"Well, Kuchiki-san?"

Rukia was still in an aroused stupor.

"Rukia!" Tatsuki whispered trying to get the attention of her befuddled friend.

"Huh?" she looked at Tatsuki who nodded to the front of the class. The other students were staring at her.

"Rukia-chan, are you ok?" Orihime whispered.

"I-I'm sorry, what was the question?"

"Well, maybe next time, while you're texting Hisagi-san during class, you can ask him to take notes for you as well." Ichigo said smugly while knowing full well why Rukia couldn't answer the question. He smiled walking behind his desk, but before asking Tatsuki to answer the question that Rukia spaced out on, he added, "So you can text him one last time and let him know you'll be eating lunch in here."

"What!" Rukia exclaimed with out thinking.

"Looks like your going to be missing the assembly, too."

X

Rukia sat in the empty classroom. Kurosaki-sensei had left with the rest of the class when the lunch bell rang. She sat for a full 15 minutes looking at her bento, without touching a thing. She could hear the laughing and chatter of her school mates.

Shuuhei had come to the window outside the classroom to shout up to her and proclaim his love. Rukia had giggled incessantly at him being goofy, until Kurosaki-sensei had made him leave. Now she stood looking forlorn out the window, hoping that Shuuhei would come back. But so far he had not and she was more depressed.

"Screw it… I'm going." Rukia said making up her mind to go to the assembly at least. She'd do detention for the rest of the week or month but she wasn't going to miss Shuuhei in the assembly for some perverted teacher. She hurried to her desk and packed back up her bento and turned to the door.

"Where do you think your going?" Ichigo stood in the doorway right as Rukia turned to leave.

"I, I was..." She said backing up a few steps.

Ichigo stepped in and shut the door behind him. Soon after he was closing the blinds as well.

"You're very defiant, Kuchiki-san. I thought I told you lunch in here and that you'll be missing the assembly."

"Why? Just for using my phone in class when everyone else does it, too?"

"I didn't catch 'every one else'. I only caught you."

"This is bullshit." Rukia stomped her foot, but in her rising anger she didn't notice Ichigo moving closer and closer to her.

Ichigo had his eyes trained on Rukia as he stalked towards her. He knew that they'd have a couple of uninterrupted hours together and with that thought in mind his mouth curled into a wicked smirk.

"Still as defiant as ever, aye, Ruki-chan."

Rukia stepped back shocked for a moment. Before She could get her bearing Ichigo had her arm in a tight grip and was pulling her to his desk.

"Wait.. What? Who are you? Let me go!" She shouted as his grip tightened and he twirled her around to face his desk standing behind her.

"I'm your teacher and you shouldn't talk back to me like that." Ichigo cupped his hand over her mouth just in case the building still had people lingering before the assembly.

Rukia mumbled, squirming fiercely in her teachers grip as she was forced to bend over the desk, her chest pressed against the wood top.

"I'm…," Ichigo said yanking Rukia's school shirt by the collar and pulling it down her back while ripping it. The tiny ping of buttons popping off barely heard over Rukia's muffled pleading and ruffling fabric. "…GOING TO TEACH YOU SOME MANNERS!"

Ichigo deftly pulled the ripped shirt to her wrists and tied the fabric there in a hasty knot leaving Rukia's wrists bound together. With one hand still over her mouth, he bent over her to hold her in place as he lifted the back of her school skirt and yanked down her panties.

THHWWAACCKK

Rukia stiffened at the stinging pain of Ichigo's open palm hitting the bare flesh of her bottom. Then that stinging pain shot through her body once more, as he hit her again. The lips of her pussy throbbed, her face reddened with heat as her bottom did the same, tears streamed down her face.

"Are you going to stay quiet?"

She nodded, whimpering into his hand. Ichigo smiled as he slowly removed his hand from her mouth, hoping that she would cry out again. The sight of her violently red ass and the imprint of his palm made his cock lurch in his pants. He stroked her heated skin affectionately, before settling comfortably behind her.

"You don't remember me do you?" Ichigo said in her ear as he curled over her. She quivered as his hot breath hit her. The weight of him over her and being so lewdly displayed in his class room, had Rukia's mind spinning.

"No." her voice barely a whisper. She squeaked in surprise when feeling Ichigo's large hand on her ass stroking her almost lovingly.

She heard the clinking of metal and ruffling fabric before she felt him press against her. She tensed in shock at the feel of the hot pulsing meat of his cock on the back of her thigh and making it's way between her legs.

"I won't let Hisagi have you first."

Rukia began squirming violently. How did he know? Know about she and Hisagi's plans to give themselves to each other? They had only just decided it days ago.

"Who are you?" Rukia whimpered.

"Be quiet!" He smacked her ass again before dipping his fingers between her legs and feeling the hot dripping moisture.

"Oh, you like this don't you?" Ichigo was beside himself in delight. "You did tell me once that you wanted a strong man."

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to be continued..