Hello! (^-^*)

This is my first ever fanfic. It's FEM!Ichi because its the only way I could portray the story! This is a GrimmIchi story but it starts off EveryoneIchi.

Summary: Ichigo didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands. She just did what she did with no regrets. But now a handsome blue haired devil comes along and makes her question her job and her feelings. Will this man change her or break her?

Warning: Sexual content (throughout the whole story), strong language, grammar (maybe a bit of spelling).

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, if I did then Grimmjow and Ichigo would be together having lovely smex everday.

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Kurosaki Ichigo smirked as she watched the Kuchiki heir under her eyelashes, her mocha eyes dancing with amusement. They were seated opposite each other, with her foot stretched out, rubbing his thighs suggestively. Her long orange hair was tied up in a mess bun with chopsticks, a few strands cupping her sun-kissed peach shaped face. A tight strapless grey dress hugged her frame, showing off every curve she had. The front of the dress was V that showed a bit too much cleavage. She had kicked off her white pumps the second she sat. Ichigo's French manicured hands held a glass of red wine in one and her chin in the other. Light matching grey eye shadow dusted her eyelids, her eyelashes already long and curled needed nothing to help them stand out. Pink lip stains adorned her salacious lips, which the tip of her tongue kept running over lewdly.

The raven haired male parallel her silently prayed that dinner would end sooner. His pale gorgeous face remained stoic while she fondled his 'package' through his black trousers; but his grey eyes were clouded with lust. He removed his matching blazer upon sitting, hanging it on his chair back. The sleeves of the white dress shirt he wore were rolled up to his elbows with a large platinum designer watch on his left wrist. A silver tie was neatly fixed around the collar of his shirt, which he knew would be put to better use than being around his neck later that night. In his hand, he held a short glass filled with Scotch. He gripped it firmly than normal due to the pleasure aching through his body. The Kuchiki head would have claimed the orange haired beauty right there and then on the very table separating them if it wasn't for the fact that his younger sister seated next to her, talking animatedly.

"I honestly don't know what's wrong with Renji lately. He's being acting so strange and when I ask him, he freaks out and has to leave. Do you know anything Ichigo?" Rukia Kuchiki asked.

The petite female had the same ebony coloured hair as her brother even though she was adopted into his family. Her violet orbs sparkled with happiness and a small bit of concern. Her dress was spaghetti strapped light blue that didn't show any cleavage like her friend's, mainly because she didn't have much only being an A cup. She opted for wedged heels instead of pumps like Ichigo because she found them easier to walk in and much more comfortable. The only make-up the lavender eyed girl wore was some eyeliner and clear glittered lip gloss.

"Sorry Rukia, I really don't know."

"Well can you find out for me please?"

"He's your boyfriend. Just ask him."

"I already told you I have and he doesn't tell me anything. Plus you guys are close, so I know he'd tell you," Rukia looked up at Ichigo with puppy eyes that she knew the orangette couldn't say no to.

"Urgh...Fine then. I ask him tomorrow then I'll call you in the evening."

"Thanks Ichigo! You're the best!"

Ichigo only nodded in return as she took a sip of her wine. She knew exactly why Renji was avoiding his girlfriend. He came to her two weeks to tell her that he was planning to propose to Rukia. He was just waiting for the right moment to pop the question and he wanted it to special and not cliché. The pineapple haired man was afraid that if he spent too much time around the woman he loved that, he'd just tell her. Ichigo did feel a bit guilty that she couldn't tell her childhood friend but knew that it was better that way.

"Rukia, it's getting late and I have an important meeting tomorrow. And I believe Kurosaki has some work to do as well," the Kuchiki heir said interrupting Ichigo's train of thought.

"I'm sorry Nii-sama."

"It's alright," he replied. He motioned to the waiter standing nearby for the check. "It's good to see that you're your usual self."

The waiter appeared immediately with the check and placed it in front of the silent man. Byakuya signed the tab quickly and stood up. The females followed his lead as he began walking out the restaurant. Ichigo slipped her heels back on as soon as the man began to speak, knowing full well what was about to happen. Waiters bowed lowly as they passed.

"Please come again Kuchiki-sama."

He only nodded in respond as they exited into the chilly night air. They crossed over to the car park. Ichigo walked Rukia to her car before saying goodnight.

"Thanks so much Ichi for coming with me to dinner tonight. Sometimes I don't know how I would survive the cold demeanour of my brother."

The chocolate eyed girl laughed heartily. "You're Welcome. I'm happy to come anytime you want me too. Only if I'm not busy though."

"Yeah because you're so busy with work." Sarcasm was evident in her tone.

"Hey! I am busy with work. Blogging is a lot of work."

"I still don't get how you live in such a beautiful, expensive apartment and all you do is blog. It's not fair."

"Well, I guess they just like me," Ichigo said nervously.

"Anyway, I got work in the morning, so I'll see you Saturday evening. Night."

"Night."

They shared a long hug before Rukia got into her dark purple Mini and exited the parking lot. Once Ichigo was sure that the car disappeared down the street, she quickly made her was over to a navy blue Mercedes S-Class with tinted back windows and silver rims. She opened the passenger door and hopped into. Without giving the driver any attention she put on her belt as the vehicle peeled out the lot and cruised down the road in the opposite direction that Rukia had gone down. The ride was silent as the driver forced on the getting to their destination while the girl busied herself on her phone. Finally the car pulled into a short driveway with a gate. The security camera at the top of the iron entrance scanned over the Mercedes before opening up and allowing it to continue along another driveway to the edifice.

The car stopped right in front of the wide granite stairway leading up to the great brass and oak double doors. The occupants both exited quickly, the man strolling up the stairs while the girl went to the trunk and pulled a duffle bag out, which she had placed their earlier that evening.

Slamming the boot shut, she took the steps two at a time and entered the slightly ajar door and shut it behind her. The grand landing of the mansion was deserted as servants were all asleep in their quarters in the right wing of the building. Hastily, she climbed the large staircase and followed the one that branched off to the left. Once at the top, Ichigo headed to the room she was looking for, noticing it open.

Smirking to herself, she glided inside and pushed the door shut, locked it. As she turned around, she saw Byakuya Kuchiki perched on the edge of his large queen-sized bed covered with white silk sheets, looking a little annoyed. His blazer was discarded on the light blue carpeted floor, along with his Italian hand-made leather shoes and socks. The silver tie lay next to him on the covers. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone.

"What wrong Bya-Ku-Ya?" Ichigo said indicatively.

"You took your time saying goodbye to Rukia and you also took your time making your way up here."

"Light up," she replied moving to the door that led to his luxury bathroom. "She's my friend, so she comes before you."

With that she closed the door and locked it. The ebony haired man glanced at the door and had to suppress a frustrated sigh. He hated it when she told him that, even if it was the truth.

Immediately, the bathroom door swung open to reveal Ichigo wearing black leather knee-high heels, mini blue, yellow and grey shorts that showed off her toned thighs and barely covered her round definite ass. Her flat, firm mid section lay bare, exposing her slender waist line. A tiny matching crop top clung to her breast, her perky nipples sticking out. The left breast of the top had a pocket with a gold star on it. The auburn eyed beauty's orange hair was taken out of it bun and put into a high ponytail and a police cap cocked to the side. In Ichigo's hand she held a long, thin stick.

"So you're a policewoman today then, Ichigo?" The heir asked amused.

Ichigo didn't respond and reached for the lights dial on the wall and dimmed the lights. She sauntered towards him, a seductive smile playing on her lips.

"It's Officer Kurosaki to you."

Byakuya could feel him trousers tighten around him as she spoke.

"I have a few questions for you. If you resist then, I'll have to punish you. Severely."

He couldn't help but shuddered a little when she said the last part. All he knew was that he wouldn't mind whatever punishment she would give him. Ichigo plucked two sets of handcuffs from her back pocket, twirling them around her fingers.

"I can't have a criminal like you trying to escape, so I'm afraid I'd have to keep up chained up. Not that you'd mind."

The orangette shoved the powerful businessman down onto the mattress and crawled on top him. Hooking a side of each handcuff to his wrist, she locked the other ends to the headboard. As soon as she finished, she pushed herself off him and stood at the bedside and watched him, unmoving on the bed and him bulging erection straining in his slacks. She moved round to the foot of the bed creeping in between his legs. Ichigo sat on her knees and leaned forward, so her face was above his swelling.

"Have you been a good boy this week Byakuya-san?"

"Yes."

"I think someone's lying to an officer."

Rather than letting him answer, she gave him clothed member a light smack with the cane she was holding. The male flinched more out of unexpected pleasure than pain. Ichigo had to hold a giggle as he released a breathy groan.

"I'll ask you again, Byakuya-san, have you been a good boy this week?"

"No."

"No what?" Ichigo asked with another hit to him.

"No Officer Kurosaki." He said gritting his teeth.

"That's a good boy."

Shifting her body upwards, the orangette levelled her face with Byakuya's, pressing her lips lightly against his. He tried to deepen it but failure due to the fact that his hands were useless hanging above his head. She couldn't help but smirk at his efforts.

"Untie me now."

"No."

Without giving him a chance to respond, she latched her teeth onto his bottom lip, pull it into her mouth. Ichigo sucked hard, causing the man to jerk upwards. Releasing his lip, she moved back down his body. She reached over and grabbed his tie and wrapped the ends rounded her palm.

"This won't hurt a bit, I promise."

"What―"

The rest of his sentence was muffed by the tie that she gagged him with. Grabbing his silky hair, she slipped it round making a loose knot, just for his comfort.

"Who would ever expect to see the Kuchiki Byakuya, CEO of the Kuchiki Corporation and Senbonzakura Limited, to be chained to a bed at the mercy of a mere woman? Where is your pride?"

The noble glared at her and fought the restrains holding him down. He refused to be taunted by a woman, especially this woman. He opened his mouth and swore profanities; however, they were all muffled by his tie. He honestly taught that it was going to be use to tie her down. Byakuya didn't know that this is what she meant by making him the submissive partner. But he, the man in charge of some of the most powerful organization in the world, would not be dominated.

Lifting his knee, he placed it in between her thighs against her private area. Moving his legs up and down, he started to stimulate her most sensitive part. A low moan escaped her lips as he shifted. The chocolate eyed girl grabbed onto his thigh and began to ride his legs. Byakuya smirked as he watched her lustful expressions, knowing that he had her under his grasp. The steel eyed male rubbed his knee faster and harder as she urged him on with the licentious sounds. As her breath turned into short pants, he knew she was close to snapping and giving into him. Except the second he thought that he had her, she was one step ahead.

"I think you deserve a pleasurable reward," she beamed, raising herself off his knee.

Leisurely, the orangette drew his shirt out his trousers and unzipped it. Ever so slowly, she tugged the piece of clothing downwards and threw it to the side. Trailing her soft small hands up his legs, Ichigo unfastened his shirt. Running her hands over his chest, she attached her mouth to his neck, licking and biting the junction where his neck them his shoulder. The man trembled at the sensual feeling spreading through his body. She created a path with her tongue down his torso, giving each of his packs well deserved attention. Shifting farther south, she paused right at the hem of his boxers. The brown eyed female bent her index finger under it and dragged the unnecessary article of clothing away.

Byakuya's length sprung into the air and smacked against his stomach. It wasn't very thick but it was indeed long. The head was swollen and red, leaking small globes of pre-cum. Ichigo blew lightly on the tip causing the man to shiver and moan submissively. Not allowing him to recover, she engulfed the head into her mouth. She held it and sucked gently on the tip. Releasing it back into the cool air, she ran her tongue along the underside of his dick making him bite back his grunts. Expertly, Ichigo nibbled it the straining skin. Before taking him back into her maw, she ran her tongue from the base to the tip; where she give the head small licks as if it were an ice-cream. She bobbed her head up and down while hollowing her cheeks.

He panted harshly through the fabric of the tie, completely dazed by the pleasure. Pleased by his reaction, the amber haired woman relaxed her throat, moving the raven haired businessman deeper into her orifice. Byakuya buckled his hips at the wonderful heat and moisture surrounding his sensitive organ. He kept his hips moving as she took more and more of him in and with what she couldn't fit in, her hands surrounded. The Kuchiki heir could feel himself reaching over the edge if she continued the way she was going.

Suddenly, Ichigo pulled off him, almost making the prideful man whine at the loss. Confused, he watched her slide off the bed. Winking at him, she lugged her shorts down to reveal her pussy, cleanly waxed apart from a thin line of orange curls that nestled above it. Her hands sneak round her back; bring down the zipper of the top, allowing it to fall and pool at her ankles. She skulked back to the bed and positioned her entrance right over his throbbing member. Leaning forward, she dug her hand under the pillows and pulled out a bottle of lube. Squeezing a generous amount onto her hand, she lathered up Byakuya at a snail's pace, torturing him.

Quickly, she pushed the small clasp freeing his hands, allowing him to yank away the gag from his mouth. He grabbed the back of her neck, crashing their lips together. His wet appendage entering her mouth instantly, mapping out every corner of her damp carven. Their tongues pressed against one another's, dancing privately. Byakuya tilted her head to the side, deepening the kiss. The need to breath overwhelmed them, causing them to break apart, panting unevenly.

The man let go of her head, instead placing them her hips. He grasped them as Ichigo raised them and impaled herself onto his erection. The unexpected swiftness, tightness and warmth of her core promptly drew a low groan from Byakuya. For a minute they sat completely still, too absorbed in the moment to do anything else. Clearing his mind faster, Byakuya lifted her hips before slamming them back down. The wave of pleasure shook her from her trance as she started to hoist herself on her own. She moved at a dawdling, agonizing pace making the friction between them even more wanting.

Not able to take the pace anymore, the Kuchiki head pushed the orangette onto her back. She instantaneously wrapped her legs around his waist as he piston in and out her tightness. Her back arched off the bed, as he continued his fast tempo. Her mouth hung a little open as she panted and rocked to his rhythm. The male bent his head and attacked her neck, drawing marks all over her jugular. Moving north, he captured she bruised lips again in another heated kiss. She screamed in his mouth as he hit her pleasure spot, sending her over the edge in pure bliss. Byakuya repeatedly hit her spot, loving every sound she made. Her insides convulsing and constricting around his dick as the desire intensified.

Byakuya knew he was near and so was she. Picking up the speed, he hammered harder and faster into her. Wanton moans fled Ichigo's mouth growing louder and louder with each thrust. The grip on her waist stiffened with each thrust, knowing full well it would leave a mark in the morning. With one last pound against her pleasure button, Ichigo's orgasm was triggered, hitting her hard, making her back arch completely off the bed as she screamed his name. The quivering of her insides brought Byakuya to his orgasm as she milked him dry, his seed filling her up to the brim.

Pulling out her filled entrance, he rolled over to left next to her. The pair lay side by side as they regained their breath. The grey eyed man glanced at the woman next to him through the corner of his eye. Her chest moved melodically as she breathed. The dim lights made the sweat coating her skin glittered. Her ginger hair surrounded her frame. He didn't know when or how her ponytail came out and at that moment he didn't care. She just looked stunningly gorgeous.

"That was amazing", she sighed.

"I know."

"Anyway, I should get going. I've got chores in the morning."

Ichigo pushed herself up into a sitting position and stretched her arms above her head. She was exhausted. All she wanted to do was sleep. Though, she wasn't exactly sure if she'd make it home in one piece, considering her physical and mental state. Throwing her legs over the side of the bed, she began to slide her body to the floor when she felt a strong grip on her forearm. Looking back perplexed at Byakuya's unusual action, all Ichigo did was cock her head to the side.

"Stay the night," was all he said.

"That'll cost you and extra 100,000 yen."

"Fine, now get back to my side."

"Are you sure? You already have to pay me 650,000 yen for the month. You seriously don't wanna add more to the bill, do you?"

"I don't care. Just get under the cover."

"Whatever. It's your money," she sighed. 'More for me anyway.'

She snuggled down next to the demanding, prideful businessman. He yanked the duvet over them, despite the fact that they were laying in a strange position on the bed. Byakuya wrapped his arm around her waist possessively, forcing her to rest her head on his chest. The action made her roll her eyes. He did this every time. She never understood why.

'Now I can go buy that new pair of shoes that went on sale this week,' she thought as she drifted into her dream world.

Once, her breathing had levelled out, Byakuya moved a piece of hair from her face and allowed a very small smile to ghost his lips.

"If only you weren't in this occupation then I would always have you by my side, Ichigo," he said before pressing a light kiss on her forehead.

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Thank you all for reading! I'd really appreciate if you leave helpful and constructive criticism to help. See you next time! (^ _ ^)/~~