Chapter 21

Sexual Desires

Ichigo's eyes roam over the tattered and skimpy outfit that Rukia has been designated to wear for the operation today.

"If you wear that, it'll look like you've already been molested," Ichigo says, not really liking that his cute little wife will even be thought of in such a degrading way by any man.

"I told you about the debate…they were going to present me as a virgin to the slave trade, but instead, they figured it would be way more believable that someone couldn't keep his hands off of me to make it as realistic as possible." Rukia tells him, sighing at his resistance, since it's futile.

"Then maybe I should have my way with you before you leave…so that it's really believable." Ichigo says, and Rukia starts to smile as she yanks up the tattered clothes, backing away from him.

"Haven't you had enough since last night?" She asks, but she doesn't expect her husband to dive at her.

He tackles her to the ground, and there's a glint in his eyes.

"No honey, it's got to be realistic! Hopefully there's a bump on your head, so that nobody at the FBI will be tempted to make it realistic." Ichigo says before he kisses her neck, and Rukia snorts…then sighs.

"Idiot! What kind of men do you think are in the FBI? They're admirable, honorable, and courageous men!" Rukia argues, since she's worked with them before.

"I've got something you should really admire," Ichigo says, before he rips off his robe, revealing an erection that gets his wife's eyes really wide.

"You're insatiable…" Rukia whispers, and Ichigo grins.

"And I've got you right where I want you…underneath me." Ichigo declares, but then he feels some tiny hands squeezing his ass, and he flinches since she's far from gentle.

"I want it rough, Ichigo." His wife orders, and that leaves him feeling a bit confused.

Did I fall into her trap or something?

"Can you handle it?" Ichigo asks smartly, before she squeezes his ass again, and he lets himself put most of his weight on her, mashing his body into hers, before kissing her fiercely.

"I want to try it rough with you, for now just pretend that you're involved in the case…and you're the one who cannot stop himself from taking me for the first time. I know you remember how that felt. Take control of this role, and we'll act this out together." Rukia says, after he pulls away, and he shrugs, even though he's a bit worried.

"I'll give you whatever you want," Ichigo promises, before he grabs her hair in his hands, yanking her head up, and kissing her ferociously, like a man who hasn't seen or touched a woman in twenty years.

Rukia moans into his mouth, not fearing what's to come, since she's heard good things about rough sex from her friend Rangiku.

I want to try everything interesting with the man I love…

When Rukia leaves, Ichigo is left feeling waves of guilt rush over his body. He's quite certain he hurt her…but she'd wanted it, encouraged it, hadn't asked him to stop, on the contrary, she provoked him to get more rough, more dominant, and then she'd come straight out and told him to make it so rough it hurt.

I know I hurt her…what if she hates me later on? Why did I do something as stupid as to hurt the woman I love? Why did it have to feel so damn pleasurable, why did I explode harder than I did last night, when it was gentle and filled with love?

"I should make it up to her later." Ichigo groans, before heading into the bathroom.

His wife had not bathed before leaving, she had only love in her eyes when she kissed him goodbye, and Ichigo doesn't really know how to come to terms with what just happened when he pretty much turned on his wife…at her command, but still…

The part that concerns him and makes him feel guiltier than anything, is the fact that he'd gotten maximum satisfaction from such perverse love making. He'd never dreamed of such a thing in the past, but he already knows he'll think about the next interesting fantasy they can play out together.

It doesn't have to be rough…I just liked making a fantasy real…

Ichigo can't lie to himself though. It doesn't have to be rough, but he liked it that way. He liked it so much, he's sure he poured a pint of his ejaculate into his wife, just before she left.

Rukia can still feel the way her husband made her his, after she's left the hotel. It feels as though her entire body is throbbing in such a way that it should be visible, but that's only an aftereffect of letting Ichigo twist her body up like a pretzel, and to ram into her at full force, at top speed, not stopping just because she cried out a bit.

Rangiku had described this type of sex, and in the past Rukia had been sure she could never be into it, but she's aware that he husband respects her a great deal, and with that much trust, what they'd experienced together had been a liberating and exhilarating experience.

Rangiku-san was right…it is awesome…but I was right too, it's messed up.

Rukia bites her lip as she tries to accept what she's come to learn about her own sexuality today.

The fact that her own naïve views about sex in the past had been so completely off is a big shock, not to mention the strength of her orgasm from the pleasure and pain rushing throughout her body.

I guess it's a good thing Rangiku-san is my friend…I know she can ease my tensions about this. I should call her before I get to the bureau.

"Why is Rukia-chan calling me? She should be doing what I'm about to do!" Rangiku says, as she removes her bra, and beckons her current man hunk to begin using his mouth to pleasure her.

"They're huge!" He breathes, and Rangiku presses the button to answer her phone.

"Get to work." Rangiku tells him, and Rukia is confused on the other end.

"Rangiku-san?"

"Ah Rukia-chan, sorry, I'm just hanging out with today's boy toy. He's got black hair, dark brown eyes, lots of muscles, and they're all big if you know what I mean." Rangiku says, and then she giggles when she hears her friend guffaw into the phone.

"I need to talk to you." Rukia says briskly, and Rangiku smiles as her boy toy uses his hand to massage the breast that his mouth isn't currently focused on.

"What's up, besides this boy's dick?" Rangiku asks, and she lets out a laugh when her friend guffaws again.

"Be serious!" Rukia exclaims, and Rangiku lets out a sigh unintentionally.

"Oh I am," Rangiku murmurs as the tongue working her nipple has got just the right motion behind it to make her moisten between her legs.

"I just tried rough sex with Ichigo. The problem is…I liked it!" Rukia's voice is quiet, and Rangiku may be a bit distracted, but she knows she'll laugh over that one later, since her friend is obviously in a public place.

"What's wrong with that? You're even married! You guys can get into all kinds of kinky things, and there's nothing wrong with that! Why I can show you all kinds of interesting magazines and ideas! Things you never even thought of before that will make your latest little encounter seem like a cakewalk in comparison to what some people enjoy! There are things you can buy to suspend yourself in the air, and then he can really go at it, now that feels good." Rangiku says, and she can hear her friend gasping for air at her small tirade.

"Seriously?" Rukia croaks, and Rangiku laughs.

"Honey, you aren't even knee deep yet, that much I know from how well I know you. You do whatever you want with him, he's yours now. He's obligated to make you happy, he promised so in front of me the other day. You deserve to have all the orgasms possible, so make sure you do what feels good to make it happen." Rangiku says, and Rukia finally smiles on her end.

"I knew you'd make me feel better."

"Wow she's young, I like her." The man just radiates a bad aura, and Rukia has to curtail her usual reaction to men such as this.

"She's real tight. Just had her cherry popped." The FBI agent says, and Rukia looks away with embarrassment, a typical reaction of a girl with her virginity just taken by force with scum discussing it right in front of her.

"She can understand English?" The man says with surprise, and the FBI agent nods his head, while the thug just looks more disgusting being excited by the prize.

"Enough. Her father had debts, so she was taken. Before that she was a normal kid. They teach English in Japanese schools. Either you can have her, or I can take her back to a brothel in Japan. She ain't likely to have anywhere to run to if she's here though." The FBI agent says rather smoothly, while managing to still seem like he too, is scum like the man he's dealing with.

"Good, because little girl, I'm about to say something I want you to listen to." The man says, as he reaches into a bag, and pulls out a thick envelope.

Rukia knows, it's practically go time. Just as soon as the FBI agent gets the envelope, and as long as he doesn't try to get violent while giving the money…

"I want you to tape this with my phone. Little girl, suck my dick!" The man says as he hands over the envelope and camera to the FBI agent.

He grabs at Rukia, but then he quickly finds himself flying through the air. Not only is his body aching, he lands hard on his front, and if his penis could scream, it would.

The FBI agent who was with her, is standing there with his jaw to the ground at how effortlessly the girl just tossed the thug, twice her size across the pavement.

FBI agents swarm, and one hands a longer jacket to Rukia so that she's not as exposed as she had just been moments ago.

The adrenaline that had rushed through her body for the operation is starting to slow down, and Rukia feels sore all over. Not only did she have some really rough sex with her husband, she's now tossed a thug a few meters away, and he is captured without difficulties whatsoever.

Mr. Petersen steps out of a van with a wide smile as his stride gets him to Rukia very quickly. He leans over to whisper in her ear so that he's not heard by others.

"Once again you have been an asset to us! Some good news too, Mrs. Kurosaki! That meeting you wanted with the head of homeland security, can happen in one month! Here you go!" He pulls a piece of paper out of his hand and presses it into her own.

Rukia grins as everything seems to be coming together.

"When is that demonstration you mentioned for funding?" Rukia asks, and the FBI agent grins.

"Not for two months. I trust you that you'll keep your word though." He says, and Rukia smiles widely.

"Of course I will…and not only that. I will also donate to the funding of your FBI if they won't approve it!" Rukia promises him, and he raises his eyebrows.

"You know what might be more valuable than your money?" He asks, and Rukia blinks. Very few people ever made her believe that they'd be interested in something more than money…

"What's that?" Rukia asks, flabbergasted.

"If you'd agree to train some of my best guys yourself…" Mr. Peterson says, and Rukia is still astonished.

"I'd be willing…only if you accept my husband's help too. I work best as a team with him." Rukia says, not willing to admit to the FBI man she admires so much that Ichigo had helped her get into her role prior to meeting up with them.

"Whatever it takes to get some of your help, we'd be honored." Mr. Peterson says, and Rukia nods her head.

"Give me one week to rest and enjoy time with my husband, and then we'll arrange to meet somewhere, hopefully a dojo nearby to begin some lessons." Rukia says, and Mr. Peterson blinks at her immediate agreement.

"You truly are invaluable to us." He says in a low voice, and Rukia bows her head.

"Thank you very much, Sir!"

Rukia walks into her hotel room, and she finds that her husband has purchased five dozen red roses for her.

"Rukia!" Ichigo says, as her eyes widen over the flowers waiting for her that she hadn't expected to see.

"I'm back…" Rukia says softly, and Ichigo rushes forward to draw her securely into his arms, using minimal force, but bringing her tight up against him.

"I'm glad you made it back safe…if anything had happened to you, I'd have never forgiven myself for earlier!" Ichigo says, and Rukia looks surprised.

"Ichigo, there hasn't been a time where we've made love that I haven't enjoyed it," Rukia says, and Ichigo turns his head away.

"You don't consider earlier to be one of those times do you? I'll understand if you never want to do that again…" Ichigo says, wanting to do right by his wife no matter what his inner urges may be.

Rukia hugs him back.

"I include earlier with the love making…I came. It felt good. Role playing turned me on." Rukia admits honestly, and Ichigo hugs her a little bit tighter.

"Really?" He asks, not sure how it can be that they're so perfect for each other…

"Really! Rangiku-san can probably give us some good ideas too!" Rukia says, and Ichigo starts to blush.

"Don't even tell me Rukia…that she was your inspiration for wanting to do that…" Ichigo begs her, and he feels her shrug in his arms, so he pulls away right as she responds.

"Okay." Her innocent voice makes him squeeze his eyes shut before he asks.

"She was, wasn't she?" He asks, and Rukia raises her eyebrow.

"You told me not to tell you." Rukia reminds him, and Ichigo groans as she smiles and heads into the bathroom.

"Damn it!" Ichigo groans, cursing the woman who has affected his life without really being in it very much.

"Ichigo, come in here and bathe with me!" Rukia calls out, and Ichigo's feet are moving before he can even verbally respond.

"I was going to anyways." Ichigo informs her as he enters the bathroom with her.

"Of course! I want my back scrubbed, and you're just the man to do it!" Rukia says, and Ichigo nods his head.

"Are you in pain?" Ichigo asks softly, and with the water running, Rukia can't hear him.

"What?"

"Are you still in pain?" Ichigo asks louder, and he feels bad when his wife blushes a bit.

"A little…but that can't be blamed entirely on you, I tossed a large man across the pavement today too." Rukia says, and Ichigo's face goes white.

Rukia dashes over to him in case he faints like he did at their wedding.

"You did what?" Ichigo asks, wondering why he didn't get this information a little sooner.

"Get a hold of yourself!" Rukia orders, before she reaches around and squeezes his butt as hard as she can.

The girl isn't lacking in muscle power, Ichigo sucks in a quick breath of air when he feels her hand assaulting his rear end.

"Stop! Tell me what happened!" Ichigo says, and Rukia nods her head before letting go, and recounting precisely how the mission had gone.

"Oh yeah! We got a job too, Ichigo!" Rukia's excitement nearly makes him slip and fall because he'd been so caught up in what had happened with the perpetrator.

"A job?" Ichigo repeats, and Rukia's head bobs up and down.

"We're going to train some of the FBI agents, so that they're more effective in a hand to hand combat situation when doing their job." Rukia tells him, and Ichigo shakes his head a bit at that information.

"Is there anything else you forgot to tell me?" He questions, not wanting anymore surprises out of his unpredictable wife.

"Uh huh! I got my meeting with homeland security, next month!" Rukia says with excitement, and Ichigo is in awe at how she makes things happen.

"You're amazing." Ichigo says before he kisses his wife, and she kisses him back passionately, with her husband still in a state of awe.

I can't believe such an incredible woman loves me!