I was getting used to the sleep talk.
Well, as used to it as I'll ever get that is. I was glad that I had clothes when Grimmjow once again rubbed up against me.
This of course included his morning wood, and a lot of my self control was spent not struggling away from him so another sleep talk episode didn't happen.
However, when the boxers-my only buffer between his junk and my rear-were unceremoniously yanked off, a few words of sacrilege might have slipped out.
"I gave ya an entire day to rest," he growled in reply to my protests, wrapping his arms around my sides.
"Don't be ungrateful or I might not give so much again."
"It has literally been around half a day, it is still today! Remember earlier? The whip? Szayel?"
He grunted. "Close enough. I'll structure my days how I want and you will accept that."
"Oh, absolutely! This is completely reasonable! Get the fuck off of me before I scream."
He tightened his grip, sliding one arm around my neck and pressing his thumb to my pulse. "Who are you gonna scream to, kitten?"
"Your mum. I'm pretty sure I saw her in Szayel's apartment, begging for another go."
That did it.
Grimmjow immediately tightened his grip on me, turning me over and straddling my waist. I still had no shirt, it being on the floor from "yesterday".
"You take that back right now," he snarled, placing out faces close together. "Or I will make it so you can't walk or think straight for the next week."
I screamed as he bit down on my neck in the same place as before, pushing at his shoulders and trying to dislodge him with my hips.
"Fuck! Let go! Shit, you really are a dog!"
He responded by tightening his grip even more and reluctantly releasing my neck from his maw. Moving off of me yet maintaining his grip, we moved in an awkward, half-crawling-half-dragging motion to one of the corners of the room. I clawed at his hand when he fished the whip out of a pile of debris.
"Damn, just hold still! This doesn't have to be so fuckin hard!"
He threw me face-first onto the bed. The wind fled from my lungs as his knees made contact with my back. Between trying to breathe and trying not to either scream or-god help me-cry, I vaguely felt the whip being wrapped around my wrists.
I feel a strong and terrifying sense of déjà vu.
For what I wish was the first time here, I felt helpless when he slowly turned me onto my back. Last time, I'd been slightly freer for those minutes before he had gotten me onto the bed and he wasn't nearly as angry as he was now.
For a couple moments, we kind of stared at each other, me with something between anxiety and fear, him around the intersection of fury and murderousness.
"Regretting anything yet?"
A hand trailed down my chest, tracing the lines of my ribs and slight-note, slight-muscles. My heart sped up uncontrollably and I struggled to keep my chest from heaving like a woman in labor. Grimmjow notices my discomfort and grins.
The hand reached my lower body. Most of me froze, the rest racing with ants that scuttled furiously beneath my skin.
A swipe at the blood covering my neck, a couple circles and stars traced on my hips, and he reached the main point of interest in the genital area. The whole drawing with blood thing was kind of creepy, but what I was worried about most was how he now had a gentle grip on my member. I was caught between struggling and a sort of petrified compliance, intimidated by what he would do with my dick if I struggled.
"What about now?" he hisses, starting with slow strokes but rapidly picking up the pace, repeatedly thumbing the head of my shaft. Patches of red formed on my chest, deepening from my arousal and embarrassment.
I was getting turned on.
"N-no," I choked out.
"Pedophilia won't change anything."
"Pedophilia? You're not of age?" He pressed our faces together, cheek to cheek, his grip on my member unwavering yet still.
"How old are ya, kiddo?" His voice goes right into my ear. His other hand reached up and played with my left nipple.
"Does it matter?"
"Well that depends, do you like having a dick?"
His grip tightened and my yelp was humiliatingly feminine.
"S-Seventeen! This is a fucked up game of icebreakers, asshat!"
"I never said it wasn't fucked up. Now, won't you do me the honors of telling me your name?"
I shook my head. "You don't have the right to know."
Grimmjow moved back from my face so I can see how dark his features had gotten. Standing up on the bed with one foot on my stomach so I can't run, he almost touched the ceiling as he tugged off his shirt. He moved back to crouching over me as he pulled off his boxers, already half erect.
Stroking himself until precum beaded at the tip of his cock, Grimmjow positioned me at my still healing entrance, a harsh grip on my hips keeping me from moving away.
"I'm guessing you won't mind this then?" With no warning, he snaps his hips forward and my back arches off the bed as he moves in almost to the hilt. He has to be at least a little uncomfortable from taking me dry, but he doesn't show it, instead pulling me forwards to be nestled even deeper inside me. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes and I have trouble blinking them away.
"Hurts like hell, doesn't it? Now, I can make this less painful if you would grace me with your lovely name kiddo." He shifted his hips for emphasis, sending shocks of pain through me.
I can't help it, it hurted too terribly and the feeling of helplessness was overwhelming at this point. I ached for any form of relief, anything to keep me sane after this.
"I-ichigo. Ichigo Kurosaki."
Grimmjow raised his eyebrows and pulled out of me. I felt disgusted as blood leaked out of somewhere that blood should definitely not come out of.
"Cute name for such a rough boy. Now suck on these and if you bite down, I'll make you suck your own dick."
He roughly shoved three fingers in my mouth and my gag reflex reacted almost immediately. I fought to not puke all over everything. The fingers swirled around in my mouth and came out drenched in my saliva.
Bracing my legs open with his knees, he stuck one digit into my anus. If anything, I felt uncomfortable and it stung a little when it moved it around from brushing up against the tear that I knew was in there. But he twisted it a certain way and my face lit up in surprise, a shock of pleasure that I had no idea was coming racing through me.
"Oh!"
Grimmjow moaned when he saw my reaction and quickly pushed two more fingers inside me. It hurt until he hit the spot again, this time pressing up hard against it. I couldn't lie, that shit felt fantastic, whatever it was.
"Like that Ichigo?" He moved his fingers out of me and I almost groaned with forlorn at the loss of pleasure as they left.
"Don't worry, there's more where that came from."
This time when he thrusted in, I was at least a little ready for it and it hurt significantly less. Even so, the feeling of someone else inside me was still sickening. The thrusts almost turned as painful until they were before until he changed his angle slightly and hit that one spot head on.
I pegged myself at having a pretty good amount of stamina when it came to this stuff honestly, but after a few more thrusts slamming into that spot I could feel my balls tightening, signaling that I was very close to orgasm. Both of us groaned quietly from time to time, like animals in heat. Grimmjow must have noticed how turned on I was, because he wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked quickly.
I came almost immediately after that, throwing my head back and holding in the huge moan I wanted desperately to release. Grimmjow lasted for only a few thrusts after that, pulling out and coming all over the sheets.
After the orgasmic high died down, I realized what had just happened. I felt nauseous for letting him inside me like that, for liking it. Grimmjow sat me up and untied the whip.
"Don't think this changes anything Kurosaki. If you're not here when I get back I'm sending dogs after your ass. And rule number four,"
He gets off the bed. "Well this is more of a fact but we'll call it a rule. No hickeys or anything from patrons. All the marks on you are gonna be from me."
Pulling on boxers and a pair of gym shorts, he slams the door behind him hard enough for it to rattle up to five seconds after. I am once again reminded that I share a bed with an animal.