Discipline

Discipline

“You’ve really done it now, haven’t you?” her taichou snapped, pacing back and forth in the confines of their administrative office. “How could you have been so careless?”

She flinched, the words bringing her a physical pain that she didn’t know was possible. “It was Yachiru’s idea!” she defended, hoping to lessen her rebuke. She could barely stand it when he acted all disappointed in her like this.

“Kusajishi is a child,” he snapped, turning on her with blazing eyes. “You are an adult, and expected to know better. You should be talking her out of these schemes, not joining in on them!”

“I’m sorry, Taichou,” she replied, staring at the ground and wishing she could disappear into it.

Hitsugaya-taichou sighed. “I know, Matsumoto. But I’m afraid ‘sorry’ won’t cut it this time. Yamamoto’s had it, and he’s demanded that I bring you under control once and for all, one way or another.”

Her gaze jumped to his, alarmed. The soutaichou was old-school in his disciplinary methods, which were usually brutal. She wasn’t going to get off with a rebuke and an extra portion of paperwork this time. “Wh-what are you going to do to me?”

“I’m supposed to make you submit,” he replied, staring up at her with those cold, hard turquoise eyes. “Yamamoto suggested I whip you in the courtyard until your blood stains the grass and you admit I’m your master. No less than a hundred lashes.”

“Taichou!” she whispered, backing away, unable to believe that he would do that to her. She imagined the pain, her voice hoarse from begging him to stop, the stares of her friends and colleagues mocking her, judging her, pitying her. She would never recover. “Please, no. I’ll do anything!”

“Relax, Matsumoto. I told him he was crazy if he thought I was going to do that. So he gave me another option. But it’s the last one, it’s the whipping or this.”

Was it just her, or did his expression get a little uneasy? “Well, it can’t be as bad, can it?” His silence unnerved her. “Taichou? What is it?”

His tortured eyes pinned her in place. “If I won’t make you submit to me physically, then . . . I have to do it, um, sexually.”

“Taichou!”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Matsumoto, but I’ve already made up my mind. I won’t bleed you dry in front of all of Seireitei. I hope one day you’ll forgive me. And I hope you never put me in this position ever again!” His eyes hardened. “Kneel,” he demanded, pointing to the floor.

“B-but Taichou!”

“Kneel!” the room shook with the force in his voice. “Now, Matsumoto!”

She did, trembling, wondering if she would even be able to stay on as his fukutaichou after this.

He jerked the ties of his obi loose, sending his hakama to the floor. He wore nothing underneath. Any other time she would have teased him about going commando, but now she could only stare, silently, at the part of him that was going to obliterate any last vestiges of respect he had for her.

His manhood was larger than expected for his small frame, but soft, flaccid, nestled in a shock of white hair that put to rest any rumors of whether he bleached. Part of her was glad he wasn’t hard already, although it would make her task harder. But it meant the thought of forcing her to do this didn’t arouse him, and she was glad.

He mumbled some kidou, and a rope appeared from nowhere, binding her arms behind her back.

“Only your mouth,” he muttered, responding to the question in her eyes. “I hope I don’t have to warn you not to bite.”

She shook her head, lowered her eyes, and wrapped her lips around the flaccid cock. It responded immediately to the heat of her mouth, filling and stiffening until it stood before it, majestic in its half-hard splendor and much, much bigger than she’d expected. She wasn’t sure she could get the whole thing into her mouth. Contrary to popular belief, she wasn’t bursting with experience in this arena.

As she loosened her jaw, sliding down further on Hitsugaya-taichou’s thick, rapidly hardening cock, she understood why Yamamoto had chosen this. She’d never felt so humiliated, so humbled in her life. This was going to ruin everything! Ever since she’d hit puberty and her breasts had developed virtually overnight, every man she’d met had thought of her in only one way, had dreamed of having her at their mercy the way she was at her taichou’s now. Except one. Hitsugaya-taichou had been the only one who ever saw deeper than her looks, who treated her like more than a sex toy or a potential one night stand.

She’d seen him as a colleague, as a friend, as a partner. Almost as an equal, although she knew without a doubt that their power differential was so great as to be one of kind, not of degree. Still, she’d always walked beside him, not two steps behind. She knew he saw her as silly, frivolous, lazy, but she’d always believed that deep down he respected her at least a little. He wouldn’t any more. Not after seeing her like this, opening his eyes to the possibilities of a woman under his command. He’d realize what the others had before him, that this was all she was worth, all she was good for.

Her taichou was a good man. He wouldn’t become a lecher or pressure into doing things she didn’t want to do. But he wouldn’t look at her the same way either.

Tears pooled in her eyes and slid down her cheeks as she moved back and forth on him, struggling to keep her balance without the use of her hands. A cool palm cupped her burning cheek, and a thumb wiped away her tears even as he used the hand to help even out her rhythm.

“Look at me,” he whispered, voice rough. She’d been avoiding his eyes, not wanting to see her worst fears reflected there. Now she looked up, falling into a sea of swirling blue green. “Don’t cry, Matsumoto. This changes nothing between us. Understand?”

She didn’t believe him, but she tried to respond to his insistent tone all the same. She wasn’t able to nod or say “yes” with his massive rod down her throat, so she settled for “Mmm-hmmm.”

His eyes widened at the vibrations and his head flew back as his cock jumped forward, sliding a quarter inch further into her mouth. Her jaw was aching and she was having trouble breathing without choking, but in that moment, everything changed.

She’d done that, she’d made his jaw clench and his eyes go vague and put that look on his face. And she wanted to do it again. She began sucking in earnest, taking him in as far as possible, then sliding back until only the tip was in her mouth and she could plunge her tongue into the tiny slit at his tip and capture as much of his salty, earthy taste as possible. She wanted to see those turquoise orbs drown in pleasure, wanted to make the always tense muscles in his face go lax, wanted to take him somewhere he couldn’t go alone.

“Rangiku,” he moaned, body arching, voice rasping, fingers sliding through her hair, hovering just on the cusp of coming. As she sucked hard, pushing him over that edge, and he screamed, convulsing, his warm, salty taste filling her mouth and sliding down her throat, she knew she wanted to take him there again and again, to see him like this, open, vulnerable, sated and happy. She pulled back as he came down from his high, giving him one last lick before pulling her lips free with an obscene popping sound. He was still hard, amazingly, although not nearly as firm as before.

His gaze met hers, once again, and she felt her shyness return, unsure of how he was going to react.

He dropped to his knees, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her. She responded eagerly, sharing his own taste with him, glorying in this gift she wasn’t sure he would ever give her again. As he drew back she followed him, desperate to keep this connection to him and delay the return of reality as long as possible. Finally, he placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away.

“Thank you,” he whispered, caressing her cheek. Then he made the mistake of freeing her hands, and it was all over.

She tackled him, pushing him backward until he hit the floor, scrambling to sit on his legs before he could get any leverage to remove her.

“Matsumoto?” he prompted, looking puzzled. “What are you doing?”

She grinned ferally, wrapping a hand around him to stroke him back to hardness while her other hand tore at her clothing.

“You’re not the only one who enjoyed that, Taichou,” she moaned, struggling to free her swollen breasts and her dripping slit. “I think I’ve earned a turn, too.”

Oh, why wouldn’t her clothes come off?! As she wrestled with them, she failed to notice his chuckle and the deceiving relaxation in his muscles until it was too late.

“Aaah!” she shrieked as he flipped them, landing on top of her and pinning her the right way, the way she hadn’t pinned him, so that she could struggle all she wanted to but never gain the upper hand. “Taichou!” she whined, desperate and needy and upset at the unfairness of it all.

He nuzzled her neck and his thick, unbelievably soft hair tickled her cheek. He raised his head, and the scheming look in his eyes nearly paralyzed her.

“Taichou?”

“All you had to do was say so,” he said hotly, loosening her shihakusho and tugging it apart in two quick motions. He pounced on her newly freed breasts, stroking, tugging, licking, and she gasped, unable to rid herself of the image of him as some giant cat toying with its prey. He wrapped his lips around one nipple, began to suck in earnest while twisting the other one in tiny, rhythmic circles, and she swore every movement went straight to her clit.

She flailed, twisting her hips, and finally found what she was looking for when his thickly muscled thigh slid between her legs, giving her the pressure and the friction she desperately needed. “Yes,” she moaned, thrusting against him, but as he left his fingers playing with her nipples and slid his mouth down to thrust his tongue in her belly button, even that wasn’t enough. “More. Please, more!”

He shifted his hips and she felt a new pressure at her opening, recognized it as his thick, swollen cock. As he positioned himself at her entrance, she felt a moment of fear. After this, there was no turning back.

“Are you sure?” he asked, eyes burning into hers, and she loved him for it.

“Yes, Taichou.”

“Toushirou,” he corrected as he slid in, setting her nerves on fire and making her muscles tense involuntarily, even her fingers which were currently twisted in his hair. “Oww,” he muttered, and moved her hands to his waist. “Hold on here, not there.”

She did him one better, sliding her hands around to grip his firm buttocks and pulling him into her even deeper. They both moaned, and he buried his head in her breasts, licking and sucking again as he moved slowly, deliberately inside her. He slid one hand in between them and pinch her clit, hard, and she tumbled over the edge, screaming his name as white light blinded her and every nerve in her body sang. He followed her, bellowing and releasing his hot, hot liquid inside her.

“Damn,” she said as they came back down, he sucking a mark on her belly as she played with his hair. “I had no idea you were so talented, Toushirou. If I’d known, I would have suggested this years ago! We really should thank Yamamoto-soutaichou,” she squealed, hugging his head to her chest and ignoring his cries that she was cutting off his air supply. So cute and amazing in bed! She was the luckiest fukutaichou in the world!

A sudden shock of cold made her release him, and she shrieked as her hands once again tied themselves together, this time over her head. Her eyes flew to his, alarmed by the stormy, calculated gaze.

“Come to think of it,” he said slowly, deliberately, “I’m pretty sure that’s not what the soutaichou meant when he talked about sexual submission. Maybe we better try this again.” With that, he dove into her pussy, licking at sucking her clit until she screamed for mercy. But he had none.

And as she orgasmed over and over, she knew that she had been right. Things between them were never going to be the same. But maybe that wouldn’t be half bad.

“I love you, Toushirou,” she whispered into his ear hours later as they lay, wet and wrung out, spooning on the couch in their shared administrative office.

“Good,” he replied, hugging her tight. “Because I’d hate for this to be one-sided.”

“Taichou!” she screeched, smacking him lightly.

“Matsumoto!” he mocked.

“You just wait until I tell the soutaichou how good at disciplining you are! I bet he’ll have them lining up around the block to get some ‘discipline!’ I know Kenpachi’s been getting on his nerves lately — maybe you could even help with that!”

Wait for it . . .

“MATSUMOTO!!!!”